My dry spell with Smith Jerrod

When Samantha revealed that she hadn't had sex in 6 months, I felt her pain. It wasn't until this weekend I actually admitted it to the girlz.

Red Sox and I haven't had sex in 6 months. I used to be the Samantha that had to have sex as often as possible. I loved it. I loved the variety of men. I loved the excitement. I loved the different positions. I loved it all... I still do.

Though RedSox didn't "stay with me through chemo", in every other aspect of our relationship he is darn close to perfect. He's a great guy. He loves me. He takes amazing care of me. He always thinks of me first.

I love him... I'm not in love with him.

People have been trying to push buttons and ask me why I'm even dating him. Well, it's because we both know it's going to end. We also both don't see why it should end soon.

I know there is an inkling of hope on his side that I'll stay in Boston for my residency. I also know I have an inkling of hope that I'll return to Boston after my residency ELSEWHERE and he'll be waiting for me.

Neither one of us knows what the future holds, but both of us are happy with the way things are going now. We have a lot of fun together. We make each other laugh. We take care of each other. We enjoy NOW.