So, I made it through the whole of January without pumping anyone. Gold medal for me! I mean, it’s not really an achievement, certainly not Nobel Prize worthy, but Deffz blog worthy. How do I feel? Just dandy.

Don’t get me wrong, there were a few times I messaged a hottie or two when I was drunk or hungover being all LET’S BANG in my most classy, subdued manner. But alas it was not to be. So here I am. Bang free for well over a month.

January has also been one of my most productive months to date. Coincidence? Since I’m not spending time on my back, or chasing boiz or being all boohoo hoo, I’m getting loads of shit done. Loads of it.  My stationary sets are actually being used. My diary is full of actual meetings and things to further my career. Maybe if I stopped banging ages ago, I would have that Nobel Prize by now. Who knows? Maybe I’ll save the world. Maybe I’ll take up cross fit. Maybe I’ll get a cat. The world is my oyster.

It’s weird. It’s the first time in about 10 years I’m not actively grafting anyone, and as far as I know, no one is actively  grafting me. (Is that the right word? You know, wooing, persuading, chasing, that sort of thing.  I heard the youngsters saying it, must be right.) Sure, there’s a few studs I have my eye on who would totally get it. But I don’t want a boyfriend or a relationship at all. It’s nice just to be alone.

I Deffz haven’t been thinking about shagging. Deffz. Deffz not. Not at all. Not even at little bit. Deffz.

Let’s see what February brings. MAYBE I’LL BECOME A QUEEN OR SOME SHIT.