The thing about celibacy is that it has to be self-imposed, true? It’s all about saying no when you could have said yes; that’s how I define celibacy. The assumption, of course, is that only your admirable self-discipline stopped you from allowing him to steer towards rumpled sheets heaven, but what if the reason you’re not getting any is that there just aren’t any candidates? Seriously, I don’t care how desperate you are, trust me, no sex is always better than bad sex.

So there I was in London, and no, I didn’t meet up with Mr. A or Mr. G. Believe it or not, I said no when I could have said yes. It just didn’t feel right. Some of you may be rolling your eyes wondering what “rightness” I’m talking about when it’s obvious that all that could have taken place in London was an unadulterated fling. But on the plane, I was questioning whether I was celibate because I wanted the next time to mean something or because I simply didn’t have the chance to end it? Was I celibate out of choice or circumstance?

And naturally, I chose. I chose to believe that my celibacy is the result of wanting more. More than Mr. A or Mr. G (OR both together). So what did I do then? I got in touch with an ex-boyfriend (let’s call him Armani Guy) whom I haven’t seen in years but recently popped back into my life due to that incredible invention called Facebook. Before I could ponder whether it was smart to meet someone I’d last seen wailing at me through my front gates because I refused to see him again, I’d made plans for drinks.

The evening started off nice and casual, we exchanged news and exclaimed over how much the other has changed. I was smiling to myself, thinking that I had made the right choice in picking a simple drinks affair over a fling with Mr. G or Mr. A. when Armani Guy offered to walk me back to my hotel. I was all ready to thank him for a nice evening before his words wiped the smile off my face. No prizes for guessing what came next. He “casually” suggested that he could come up to my room and watch some TV, perhaps order some room service because he was hungry. Yeah right. Why was I foolish enough to think Armani Guy didn’t have a separate agenda for the night? At least he didn’t try to convince me otherwise when I turned him down. Contrary to popular belief, I do not have a thing for bad boys or cheating ones for that matter.

Needless to say, he did not end his night with room service (at least not any related to me) and I chose to continue with my celibacy. A girl can keep hoping, non?

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