Within a month of our split I'd slept with three of my ancient crushes. All beautiful, all kind, all good to me.
I think, I guess, I don't know, I could have had nearly everybody then. No idea what they saw in me.
Sometimes without sex. We were sharing something else. Warmth, companionship, safety. The ancient mammalian need for others.
Just when you feel most doomed, people can be so kind.