Staring tonight with a quote I found while reading a story earlier. It went something like this.
I can count the number of lovers I've had on one hand, at least the ones worth remembering.

Yeah, so I've been thinking. I really shouldn't do that. But yeah, I decided one of the main reasons I didn't sleep with Mark when I last saw him because I knew almost right away that even though I like him, he's not the one. But I don't think that should stop me from sleeping with him. And I don't think it's stopped me from sleeping with anyone before now (with the exception of the last few months). These past few months, I've felt like I'm saving myself which is odd because I haven't been a virgin for over a decade. I miss sex, not just the fucking but being with someone. And the first three qaurters of the year (right up to and including my Birthday)I felt like I was having too much sex. Having sex just to have sex, like it lost all meaning.

I'm not going to say I'm lowering my standards and just going to sleep with anyone. If the situation is right I'm not going to hold back anymore. So if everything goes well this weekend, I might be having sex again. And if it turns out to not be meaningful, there's nothing I could do about it. To an extent I have to enjoy life while I can.