I Wish I Had No Sex Drive

I'm just a human, so I won't complain to God about the way He does things.  Heck, I can't even run my own life perfectly, much less the entire universe.  But, I just wish I didn't have a sex drive.  You see, I work every single day, putting in at least 80 hours per week.  A few years ago I worked in San Francisco, and commuted daily the ninety-three miles to and from work to home, faithfully doing this for my family.

What does this have to do with sex? Well, it's one of the few things that keep me going in this pretend game. I'm lucky if I get it once or twice a month, if there was such a thing as luck. So here I am working every single day. Does her furry monster work every day for me? No.  I'm "lucky" if that defective, stinky thing works once a month.  It's yet another reason to hate her. I wish I had no sex drive.

I would never marry again after our divorce, which I'm planning out.  But sometimes I'd like to imagine someone with whom I'd have an instant attraction with, someone who I can truly love, and someone who will truly respect and admire me.  Maybe, but it's futile to put hope in people.