Rather than numbering things, I’m going to use letters.  It’ll be interesting to see what happens when I reach the end of the alphabet as, last time I checked, there weren’t 30 of the blasted things (letters, that is).

Anyway – this is the first blast at my self-imposed introspection…  30 positive and 30 negative things about my life, eh…?  Let’s get the ball rolling with some fairly frank open statements:

Positive Fact A

I’m a very frank and open person.  I say, and blog, about a lot of things.  Usually highly inappropriate things.  I don’t really care what other people think about my statements or opinions (which is either a shining example of being truly open-minded, or is sheer bloody-minded selfishness – I like to think of it as the former).

Despite appearances to the contrary – there are a number of things I still keep private (a topic for another day), and that I only discuss with my very close inner circle (yet another topic – but to keep you guessing – my inner circle isn’t composed of people).

However, for the most, I’m quite happy to express my opinion – be they welcome or otherwise.  There is no topic I won’t broach – and I’m quite happy to offend people with my thoughts (again, another blog post for the future).

So yes – it’s not that I have no shame.  It’s just that, well, I see very little point in keeping secrets.  People either like you, and your opinions, or they don’t.  There’s no point hiding or, even worse, lying about who you are in order to gain more “friends” – what a pointless exercise.  I am who I am (a topic of a previous post), and I don’t see any point in pretending otherwise, or inhibiting yourself just because society says so (although, yet again, another topic for another day).

Being so open…?  Positive, in my book.

Negative Fact A

Well, if I’m such an open-minded individual, able to speak about any topic, let’s open with a belter.  Or maybe not, as I’m sure most people have suspicions anyway, if I haven’t already outright confirmed it.  I am, or will shortly be, a 30-year old virgin.

Yep – currently, I’ve done it with ladies, gents, dogs, sheep, dolphins or anything else as often as I’ve done it with Her Majesty the Queen.  That is to say, I have not yet done the deed.  Not even come close.

I have (what I think) are principled reasons as to why my life has been void of any sexual activity.  However, reasons aside (and yes, they are also forthcoming topics on my 30-day blog epic), I have to admit that, now that I’m well over the peak of sexual prowess, I wonder if perhaps I’ve left things quite (too?) late.

I’m at the stage now where, with hindsight, I’m of the opinion that I should have been engaging in the hanky-panky quite some time ago.

So yes.  For the record – I do regret not having tried hard enough (or tried at all, if I’m brutally honest).  It’s not as if it appears that difficult – given what I see goes on in town on a Friday or Saturday evening.

Having said that, I’m still principled enough to not go out and just pay for some action.  Heck – I imagine what I spend on petrol a month on my car could more than buy some, er, other form of entertainment.  But, well, that’s not just me.

You never know, though.  After 30 days of introspection, perhaps I’ll throw caution to the wind and go all-out on a mad whore-guzzling binge with fistfuls of cash.  However, I suspect not.