10 years ago I had the best sex so far in my life. He was a friend with benefits I suppose. We used to hang out at my place, sip a couple of beers and chat to catch up-then Andrew would take me as someone he had so much desire for-like he was hungry for me. The sexual chemistry we had was amazing - like our bodies were meant to move together. This went on for maybe three years and then I moved away to Vancouver. I spent my thirties hoping to find a similar situation again, but alas, no way. I thought it would be easy, however, I have learned that there is something to be said for true physical chemistry and respect between two adults. You know, sometimes we barely even had to move to set us off. Like true love is rare, so is truly intimate sex. It has been almost four years now since I have had sex. I want it so bad but I no longer desire disappointing sex. It feels so wasteful. I can't stand pornish sex - it makes me want to just burst out laughing. So I think about Andrew from time to time and smile and feel desired in thought. I think if I never meet someone special again, either in love or in sex, I will be able to grow old knowing that I hit the jackpot in my early 30s. I suppose I can say I am luckier than most but I really do hope that kind of luck rolls my way again some day. Rolls my way.