I just don’t want to do it. Or can’t. Or will, for awhile but will start to get bored and see the possibilities of the other side.
It always looks greener. Meaner. But even that bores me.
I’m supposed to have a variety of interests. But I only have two: food and sex.
No one knows this, except you, because you are both. I know you don’t want be. Sorry, maybe I’ll see something greener and move on.