Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I took the boy to school and got right the fuck back in bed.
Wednesday is my day off, at least until my part time job starts. My behavior yesterday is pretty typical, historically. But the last two weeks, I’ve been skittering off to the Hot Single Dad’s for naked time.
All in all, it has been very fun with him. Last week I had the most intense and most powerful orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.
Seriously… I’m not a whore, but I’ve had my fair share of sex. That’s saying something. [sending out an invisible pat on the back to HSD].
But NOW I remember why I quit seeing him in the spring. And it doesn’t have to do with commitment issues… This is what I told myself back then and again, three weeks ago when I ran into him at the Halloween parade.
It’s apathy. It’s just this real cotton-mouthy, slack-jawwed MEH.
He called last weekend — he had his kids — I told him about my new part time job that will be taking up my time on Naked Wednesdays. He asked me if I was free on Sunday night. I said that, yes, I thought I would be free. He then said that he wasn’t sure what his Sunday held, but that he wanted to see me. I told him to just let me know.
I went about my weekend. Had girl’s night on Friday night then hung out with Ms. Winston for lunch on Saturday. Had a date on Saturday night that turned out to be a little strange, not because of my date, but because of the circumstances surrounding what happened that evening. I wasn’t SOLD on the guy, but would have seen him again. I don’t think he’ll be asking me out though.
Sunday, I got up and went to the Pride Parade with Nanners and a guy I met on OkCupid. We’ll call him Leather. The parade was a bit disappointing, but we made the best of it. Got a late lunch/early dinner afterward. Came home, crashed out and realized at 9pm that HSD had never called.
Eh. Maybe he ended up keeping his kids.
Monday slips by.
Tuesday slides away.
Wednesday came and went.
No calls. No texts.
THIS IS WHY I QUIT DATING HIM IN THE SPRING.
When it’s hot, it’s HOT… But when it’s not hot, it’s fucking Antarctica.
I’m not writing him off because the sex is THAT good, but I’m also not calling him and making plans any time soon. I already invited him to my birthday partay next weekend, but he’ll have the kids that weekend and I’m sure he won’t be there.
If he wants to make plans or see me, he can get off his tookus and call a bitch.
In other news… Guess who DID get in touch with me this week.
Yea. You’re right! Fucking Ginger.
“I know you don’t want to get horizontal with me anymore, but I genuinely miss your company. I’d be very happy if you’d oblige me your friendship.”
Aww. Innit sweet? I gave him my new number and told him that we could totally be pals. We were friends for a long time before we ever took it any further. I’m certain we can be friends again. But, as is the story of my life, it’s been… more than a week and I haven’t heard a peep from him.
Lulz, man. Unbelievable.
Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.
I was talking with Nanners the other week about how I am so used to being in these firey, tumultuous relationships with men that I am just burned the fuck out. She said, “There’s a lot to be said for average.” And it’s true. I just want a normal guy… A man that I’m attracted to… He should be attracted to me as well… Enough so that we don’t lose interest, but not so much that my brain loses out the war of the minds with my vajayjay. I want medium. I think that sounds simple and lovely, don’t you? No more of this amazing, obliterating highs followed by the lowest of the lows.
In other news, today is muh burfday. Twenty eight, motherfuckers. Holy cow.
My two besties, Nanners and Dee-light got me some new running shoes! Operation Fat Ass will be obliterated — hoo-rah! I also had a lovely lunch date with Dee-light yesterday.