Koala Bears and Sperm Donors

The accompanying photo is of the individual that I dated for most of this year.

No, I didn't actually date a koala. (And before anyone says anything, I know that koalas are marsupials and not bears. It was a pet name. Fuck off). However, he pretty much resembles one. He looks incredibly cute and cuddly, but in reality, is an aggressive, moody little fucker that sleeps for 20 hours a day.

We first dated in the summer of 2009. Things were going well, but he abruptly ended the relationship. Several months later, he was in a better head-space and we gave it a second try this spring.

It was exciting for a bunch of reasons. In addition to being my first relationship in well over five years, the second go-round was far better than the first one, a rare event for couples who decide to give it another try. He even met my family, who loved him (although privately urged me to convince him to remove the Dennis Rodman style nosering that he sports).

Alas, the relationship ultimately fizzled last month, through no fault of our own and about as well as it could have. We have always been extremely affectionate towards each other, but somewhere along the way, the passionate part of the relationship subsided. It was like cuddling with your best friend. This was confusing for both of us since we always enjoy spending time together and still found each other physically appealing. The fact that I find someone who is 5'4" and socially awkward (by his own admission) to be sexually attractive is probably something that I should be on a couch for anyway, but that's neither here nor there.

In the end, we mutually decided that the parts of our relationship we enjoyed the most could still be done as friends, but that it didn't necessarily translate into a romance. This would be fine if we were in our 70s, or lesbians, but we're both too young to settle for that. So he still comes over and spends the night. We still roll out of bed at noon, grab a slice of pizza and watch the Golden Girls. We just don't have sex. And somehow, it works. Not only does it work, but it actually makes more sense for now.

Since then, I've gone on a couple of one-and-done dates, but the idea of starting something up again isn't very appealing right now. And after experiencing the highs of the relationship, the idea of whoring around Brooklyn isn't very appealing either (give it a couple of weeks, though).

The plan for now is just to be alone. But if I'm not spreading my seed, it certainly shouldn't go to waste. In the interest of extra cash (and frankly, just good blog entries), I recently applied to be a sperm donor. I'll be sure to keep you posted on how that process goes.