I’ve been having a ton of sex lately. It’s been pretty amazing. It happens about 3-4 times a day. Sometimes it’s long carried out passionate sessions and sometimes they are brief–small and just the right amount.
I entered this relationship about a year ago. It began rather slowly. We were kids when we met. Who is this person you ask? Well, it’s not a person. I’m having a relationship with food. Maybe not so much a relationship though. The term “f***ing your food” came from my dear friend, a fellow model and fellow champion of eating well and pure. She told me that I was fucking and having a relationship with my meals. “F***ing your food” is a term we use in our circle. It simply means we’ve replaced the comforts and social norms of being in a relationship with food. To bring this down to a PG-13 rating, I will refer to “f***ing your food” going forward as “relations with food” (relations; a term used during Clinton era). The food always consists of well prepared meals: raw, on occasion there’s meat (which I began eating again on 10/21/10 after a 7 year hiatus) and plenty of salads, fish and the occasional food outing.
I have been single for a few years now living a single girls life in New York City which consists of: yoga, charity, parties, meeting incredible talented people, laughing, dancing in my living room, visiting my family, Skype, fashion, a new business, dating, laughing about my dating episodes with my friends, brunching, drinking and yes, having relations with my food.
I don’t claim to know everything about this topic but I will tell you this. I miss being kissed, hugged and having a man say I love you. As passionate as I am about all the incredible activities in my life, I realized I need a man.
Yes, I’m independent yes I’m a trailblazer but what I need and want is a loving relationship.