whales and marriage

so the last time i spoke with sunday on the fone he asked if i found "the one" yet. i was like "uh no boo. " it seems he thinks that this whole celibacy thing is some lord of the rings quest to get married, pop out a few kids, and buy a condo in florida. i just want to make it clear, to everyone, pootalatte and i are marrying each other, so that's not the point of this whole sexless adventure. the point, let me remind everyone, is to have dudes/ladies/koala bears in our lives that like us for more than our badonkadonk and tiny physique respectively. throughout these past fuck free days many weedz (those we know who just wanna fuck us, wanna fuck us first before getting to know us, etc...) have become obvious, and it's the weedz that drive you crazy. they make things complicated. poota and i try to keep things as simple as possible. keeping the people around who actually care, like those who make me food cause they know thats how to win me over, or calm me down after a bout of nasty old ladies at the co-op... that right there, easy, they're keepers. sunday also said that we could really just call our celibacy thing being "sensible", but i dont buy that. while i would hope that most dudes/aliens/great white sharks are sensible with their dating habitats, pootalatte and i have adopted a somewhat more intense version on sensibility, a more cum in your face version, if you will.