Dear Jess, It's a new year, and even though time is arbitrary and meaningless, I have some new year goals for you. In 2021, I'm going to need you to:
I know I'm not alone when I say COVID-19 has completely derailed my sex life. I'm well aware that this is pretty small potatoes when it comes to the scope of COVID-related predicaments. I've been lucky so far this year; the COVID-related challenges I've faced have been relatively mild. I did get laid off for about six months, but I got by on savings and unemployment. A few family members and friends contracted COVID, but they recovered just fine. All things considered, lack of sex just isn't that bad.
One of my biggest takeaways from having to stay home for nine months is that alcohol is wildly overrated. I've never been much of a fan to begin with, but, in your twenties and thirties, drinking just sort of comes with the territory if you want to spend time with people. You and your friends go to bars, or house parties, or boozy brunches, or painting classes that serve wine, or places where you can inexplicably throw axes and drink alcohol at the same time. You toss back some champagne at weddings and New Year's Eve parties, maybe do a shot or two to celebrate a work promotion. You meet first dates at bars because you know you'll both need to calm your nerves, and nothing fills an awkward silence like taking a sip from your glass and asking how each other's drinks are. It gets exhausting. And alcohol usually doesn't even taste that good!