The dull flame of desire

Being in New York has not done wonders for my sex life.

Of the seven months I've been here I've had sex once. And it was anything but good. I've kissed two gringos, one of which was a great kisser. The other still needs to grow a pair.

To be honest, I think I've gotten more thrills from the vibrating thing I've had in my hand on occasion than from the men here.

But I still desire. I know it. Some days, I'll want everything that moves around me. On more stingy days, I'll only favour a couple of guys. Lately, I think I've been wanting my exes more-at least I knew what kind of sex was it.

Single girl only wants one thing: better sex. Is that so hard to get? And no, I don't need an answer right now. Or maybe I'm doing something wrong?