Dead libido means there is simply no desire. Rarely. There is, but it’s few and far between. It comes with age and honestly, it’s sort of a relief. It is is nice to not be driven in any way by s**. People don’t understand it, I would never talk about it or my personal life, but it’s just facts. I work with this brawd who is gappy, loud, probably toxic, gossipy, I went in there to her one day to ask her son’s ne phone number I needed, she was on the phone to this other brawd who showed some interest in me recently (I am not interested in any way, shape or form and I’ve made it clear to the happy one) I walked in and asked “what’s their number?” She goes “What???” I repeat, she goes “oh… I thought you asked what’s my girls number??? I think it was my brother’s number, she goes I never heard that you had a girl…” I responded with “actually I have a few….” Which is sort of true” but it’s like I sure as f*** wouldn’t discuss it with you… You wouldn’t know about it. Nobody here would. In fact I get in full on fights with my brother for discussing any f****** thing with anyone there. I bought a couch. Somebody came up to me “I heard you bought a couch? And wanted to offer me advice on how to get rid of the old one” I shut him down right there, immediately texted my brother and flipped on him. What the f*** have I told you??? NOTHING. Not a single word about anything, to anyone. NO-THING. And he always knows it too. He gets all defensive, he knows I am going to f****** freak out WHEN it gets back to me. It was just a slip, but I need to be a real f****** a****** anyway when it happens just to really make sure before he opens his mouth about me, no matter how insignificant it seems, if I had pizza last night and he knows it, if that gets back to me, I will be f****** PISSED. Maybe it will sink in. I need to make sure.
and honestly, I don’t understand people’s curiosity about other people’s s***. I don’t understand because I honestly do not give the slightest f*** about anyone else’s life in any way. At all. I am not even slightly curious. I am more interested in myself and what I’m doing. I could not care less about yours or anyone else’s life or business. Not even a little bit. So I keep mine to myself. Completely.
I’m usually just not interested. The only thing that hooks me and allows me to be reeled in, is a woman or girl (as young as 25) who takes a clear liking in me, is really patient, sweet, nice, attractive inside and out to me, sticks too it, eventually I will notice it and realize she just likes me and she’s alright she is my type. It happens. That’s not unusual.
