Day 25: Three Years And Counting

It is exactly three years since I've had sex. Three years since I've kissed a woman. Three years since I've cuddled up with a woman and told her that I loved her. And though I'm lonely a lot of the time, and horny some of the time, for the first time in my life I'm in no hurry to get into a new relationship.

Everybody tells me this is good. I'm not emotionally stable enough right now for a serious relationship. If I just rush into something I'll end up with the wrong person. Just wait -- things come when you least expect them (I know this last one is true, at least about crabs.).

What my friends fail to realize is that I've never been emotionally stable enough for a serious relationship, or that if I did just rush into something, it would be the woman who would end up with the wrong person, not me. So until I've conquered this depression and mastered my anxieties it wouldn't be fair to put on the funny, smart, sensitive Rick mask and trick some unsuspecting woman into loving me.

It wouldn't be fair to put another woman in the position of having to hurt me.