a good weekend!
Yesterday my best friend, who I havent seen in over two-years, and I went riding. We share a bond that many never know. Doing the cycling, we have picked one another up from a wreck and nursed each other home. We have endured freezing together, hurting together, and the thrill of victory together. Now there is nothing between us.
As we rode along, we began talking of our wives, and how we struggled with sex. I hadnt planned on telling him, but it just came out. Naturally, he didnt fully understand until we talked more. Everyone seems to think that what happened when you were four or five shouldnt affect your adult life, and he was no different. In the end, I think he finally understood how it could.
We talked a lot, rode slowly, and enjoyed our reunion. It felt good, like being free after being held in a cage for two years. No women, no kids, no home or troubles, just two friends riding along still country roads, talking and laughing. God, I thank you for that day. I needed it.
As we rode along, we began talking of our wives, and how we struggled with sex. I hadnt planned on telling him, but it just came out. Naturally, he didnt fully understand until we talked more. Everyone seems to think that what happened when you were four or five shouldnt affect your adult life, and he was no different. In the end, I think he finally understood how it could.
We talked a lot, rode slowly, and enjoyed our reunion. It felt good, like being free after being held in a cage for two years. No women, no kids, no home or troubles, just two friends riding along still country roads, talking and laughing. God, I thank you for that day. I needed it.