People are always talking about sex, about all the crazy places they had it, stories with one night stands, ex girlfriends standing in their doorway in lingerie. And I wouldn't mind, if I was normal. If my life was also full of lust and sexual stories. But it isn't, because I'm not normal. I don't want sex as much as normal people do. I'm not completely asexual though - if I was, this would probably be easier for me, but the way it is, I still want it enough to be so, so jealous and envious when I hear my friends talking about it. For me, sex is like the most delicious cake, right in front of your nose - but you have the stomach flu and simply can't eat anything. You want to want it, because you know what you're missing out on, but just don't want it. And the worst thing is that all my relationships eventually fail because of this, which makes it even more painful to listen to all the wild stories.