I made out with a stranger on new years eve. Because I decided to and it had been too long with “him” being my last real kiss.

I regret it because it’s one more red string I cut.

But I just feel reaffirmed that I’m a selective asexual.
Because I felt nothing. I was more annoyed with the stubble on the man’s face than I could have been flattered by his interest. There was no flutter in my stomach or excitement in my mind. I got bored and then annoyed. And that really just makes me sad.

But here’s to life experience, right?