So many midpoints, so little patience. I’m half way through my summer classes: Midterm tests and papers are complete, and I’m gearing up final tests and papers. I will never take TWO summer classes at the same time again! By August I shall be free, but for now I don’t have much time for anything except homework.
Bunny didn’t get the summer job that she wanted, so she’s making money doing extra work around the house. It’s cut my own housework burden in half! Now if only I didn’t STILL have to scream at her to get her to do it.
I am half way to my weight goal. I’m enjoying my cardio very much these days. I love breaking a sweat because – and I know this probably seems weird – it gives me flashbacks of my nights at the burlesque. The dance bug may be biting me again soon, and I can’t wait until August to find out!
Half of me wants to start dating again and half of me doesn’t. Andrew has been calling; he wants me to fly out to Hollyweird to see him again and has offered to cover all my expenses. I enjoy his company (in measured doses) and it seeing him would more than make up for my Summer Sex deficit, BUT. I’m really starting to wonder about the man: I think he may actually be a sex addict, and by that I mean more than the typical man: I mean NOT in a happy kind of way, but in an anxious and seeking relief via constant, rapid-release sex way. I’m anxious enough these days without adding THAT to my vibe. I want a man to DOUBLE my pleasure, not cut it in half!
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California Dreamin’ « The Hedonistic Pleasureseeker // December 11, 2008 at 11:22 pm |
[...] Andrew was single again, and he was distressed. Once again I listened to his awful stories of trying to find love among the 20-30 wannabe starlet set, alternately laughing and cringing at the complete lack of grace by which these women-children tried to set themselves up with him. He was genuinely bewildered: It was one thing to go into a sexual transaction expecting to pay for it one way or another, but he was actually looking for a relationship this time, damn it! He seemed positively embarrassed by these women’s demands for cash, jewelry, apartments, even before the first date, even when they ask him out first. “I’m still a catch, right?” he asked, all nervous. “Maybe it’s the economy.” [...]