Disclaimers, Confessions & Sex Rehab

Last Night
I gave him the disclaimer twice...“no sex”...he said he just wanted to hold me (yeah right...) so, against my better judgment I went over there....because...well because, he wore me down. He’s been asking daily for I don’t know how long and technically it was not cheating, seeing as how I broke it off with Klein before I went to the Islands....so I was super single.


Once we got to his house, I asked him for shorts because I forgot pj’s (ummm who wears pj’s anymore?). He’s awkwardly trying to figure out which way to lay. We leave the t.v. on, he pulls me close & I have restless sleep, pretty much the whole night. Somewhere between me dreaming of beaches & rum punch and 6:30am, he starts kissing me, and tries to eat my “muffin”...I clutch my shorts and SHUT IT DOWN...


In the Morning:

Me: I thought you said you weren’t going to try anything?

Mr. H: You seemed restless, I just wanted to help you sleep better



In Other News:
Yes, Klein & I are not together. I got so fucking frustrated with him, I gave him the deuces via text (don’t sue me, I tried to call him and he didn’t answer so I had no choice....), and boarded a plane to paradise for 4 days, thereby cutting off all phone communication with him. Guess he was salty about it, because he tried to take shots at me on Facebook.....oh well, once a child, always a child.

The longer story of why I broke up with him will follow soon




In Other Other News
Guess you can tell by my sporadic postings, that the life of a grad student is about to ensue...not sure how demanding it will be, but I’m sure dating and debauchery will be on the back-burner...I’ll try to stick around & blog about the crazy-ness....this isn’t my last post...just a disclaimer.

Drastic Changes....The 5 Year Itch

I wonder how I would fair in a marriage, if I get this bored with my life every five years... - Diva



So as of late and as you can probably tell from my sparse blogging...I’m going through the change (pause). I don’t know if it’s joining the 30 club that has me contemplating drastic changes, like an extreme makeover or something....or if it’s my boredom, or my search for a new spark....something. I dunno

In any case, I’ve been contemplating a lot of things. The number one that occupies my daily thoughts, is moving. Last night, I started researching rental prices on some digs in the city of concrete jungles and large rats...

I also feel like I need a career change...
And dating....well a little tune-up won’t hurt...


My lease is up in June...I’m seriously, seriously, thinking of blowing this popsicle stand...



In Other News

I went out with Mr. H last week for drinks. We touched (a slight touch equivalent to a soft graze) on the subject concerning why we are the way we are with each other...don’t worry. We are really done...
Jason called...


No other prospects are in the wings at the moment...

Get My Groove Back

Just when I thought I narrowed it down, I didn’t. Thus far my choices for this weekend’s costume festivities are:

Virgin (courtesy of Jac)
Sexy Chef
Sexy Chauffer
Cheerleader (I was one last year)
Space Cadet


Ummmm. I can’t think of anything else.


I have two costume parties to go to this weekend. One on Friday and one on Saturday. I love the thought of dressing in costume and hanging out. Last year, I went as a cheerleader and had a blast!!! This year I want to be more creative, however, I have like 72 hours to get it together.


So this past weekend I went out one day, spent one with Mr. H, and chilled on the last one. I have considerably cut down on going out. At first I thought I should have a doctor to check my temperature, you know...to see if I had some kind of “lackofgoingout” bug going around. But in all honesty, I think I’ve kinda been all partied out. Lately it’s been the same thing, different day. I even dropped my signature drink for a new one. Maybe I should switch back. In any case, I’ll get my groove back this weekend!!! Sexy costumes always do it for me!!!

I’m Convinced. He Likes To Mess My Hair Up

I want to know who’s selling the “she went to the salon, time to mess her up radar”. Mr. Henry’s timing.....ehhhh. Don’t get me wrong. The afternoon romp yesterday was fun, but there was no point in my visit to the salon, only for Mr. H to “sweat it out” less than 24 hours later.


I don’t know what we are doing? Really. He called and text me consistently for the last week. Yesterday when I didn't text him back right away, he called me at work and asked me if I received his text, (his text was a bit kinky, so I decided to make him wait). Hmmmmm.


It’s time for some new meat (pause), but I haven’t been up to going out lately. I went out last night for awhile, well I guess all night. I got home a few minutes before 2am. I’m thinking I’m all partied out...we’ll see what the weekend holds.

Friday night, open bar. Open bars always make life better.

Tonight & Randomness

Tonight I sort of have a dinner date with Latino Papi Alex. I'm not really in the mood for it. We confirmed on Wednesday, but really, we don't talk and I'm just so tired of the whole "Mami I miss you, I want to see you chula". "You're always so busy Mami"...

In fact, I've been kinda bored with a lot of stuff lately. Maybe it's my self-diagnosed ADD or the 4 year itch, but I'm bored with DC.

Side Note: POW says I never stay in the same place long enough, and my G-ma, says I need to settle down...did I mention she's on Facebook now and requested me as a friend? Signs that Facebook is not the "In" thing anymore. Still need to close my account :End Side Note

I went to a psychic this week (first time ever) and she scared the shit out of me. 1) she was really really aggressive and 2) she seemed to be a little "off" on her predictions....although she did say she sees me in Europe somewhere, maybe Paris... (I did not mention travel to her)

Last night I came across an old e-mail (I save most of my e-mails) I sent to Mr. Henry over two years ago when we were living together. I seen him the other day for about 5 minutes because he's been down and out. I DO NOT miss him.

I got invited to more open bars tonight by some friends. I think I'm going to cave in and get "tipsy" tonight...today thus far, makes Day 12 no alcohol.

The Thrill Is Gone

I’m bored with the guys again. Brian and I determined that we probably have ADD. A few times when we were in Jamaica, when we were forced to sit for long periods of time, we became bored, hyper, thrill seekers. These guys, I swear, are just BLAH sometimes. Case in point, the Old Man. Monday, he invited me over for music, snacks and games. He kept asking me what I wanted, since he’s a vegetarian. I told him to be creative, to pick up some things, I’m not that picky. Well he bugged the F out of me, until I sent him a list. You would think after a year of hanging out, he’d get it.


Here’s a summary of what’s going on lately.


Old Man - So last week we went to dinner. Mind you, I was still a little jet-lagged, happy, and nostalgic about my good times in Jamaica, so I was pretty chill. Just going with the flow. The Old Man picked the restaurant, a vegetarian Indian place downtown. I’m not a vegetarian, but whatever, I love Indian food, so I was cool. The bill comes. He looks at me. I tell him to take care of it this time, and I’ll get it later. He then says, he “took care of it last time”. WHAT??? Are you F’n serious? I then, nicely point out I took care of the movies that same night and that it was his idea to go to dinner, he chose the place, and I just got back in town and couldn’t do it. He makes a BIG production out of it. He puts his glasses on, lays the bill on the table, asks me if I want to see it.

Me: No

Old Man: You don’t want to see the bill?

Me: No. I’m not paying for it, you are. I’d leave a tip but I don’t have enough cash on me. I told you, I’d take care of it next time.


He left a bad taste in my mouth. When it comes to paying for things, he always tries to show me the receipt and make a big production of something, as if to say “See how much money I am spending”. When I pay for something, I give them my debit card, I never tell him (or anyone) how much it is. End of story. When we go out, I pick the bill up about 30-40% of the time. But the 60% of the time he does it, he makes a gigantic F’n deal out of it.

I hate that.

When I hung out with him Monday, things weren’t THAT bad. We had a good time, but I've been thinking a lot lately about how to end it. It's not him. He hasn't changed. I've seen the "Light". I don't want a future with him, and I'm bored/tired of what we are doing now. Nothing. Everything's the same. No surprises with him. Boring, monotonous, someone just shoot me now, I'd have more fun at the hospital!!!


Tony - Tony is .... “unbalanced”. He’s on medication, I think. At least that’s what he said awhile ago. Maybe he’s off his meds, which is code for “it’s time for ME to exit the train”. Saturday night was good. We spent time with each other. Sunday morning, we laid around. I fixed him breakfast. He complains, that he only eats egg whites. WTF??? He doesn’t eat meat, he doesn’t eat chicken, he doesn’t eat flour, therefore he doesn’t eat bread or crackers, he doesn’t drink milk, or eat dairy products. He says, he has a sensitive stomach...Damn Pansy. So whatever. He eats it. Loves it. I have a morning appointment to get to, so I shower, then we leave. That night he calls me, I didn’t hear my phone. When I checked it and called him back, he answered. He sounded stressed or something, and says he’ll call me back. I don’t hear from him.

Monday I called him to see if he’s ok.

Tony: I’m just going through some things. I’m going to get back into therapy.

Me: What’s wrong?

Tony: Well I can’t really talk about it right now, but we’ll talk later

It’s time to put him to rest. Adios Tony. Adios.



Brian - Just friends. So I had to get a guys perspective on Brian...more importantly a guy who is similar to Brian and is the male version of me. My best guy Chuck. Gotta love him. Stopped me from being the "girl" and helps me when I get in a tough situation...the solution, from page 121 of the manual. Brian and I are "Just Friends". Maybe years down the line, when we stop telling each other about our sexual conquests. But for now, he’s in my Friend Box, and I’m in his.

Just Another Manic Monday...

Damn, I wish it were Friday.

I'm a bit self destructive when I'm bored. Today was the first day in a long time that I didn't have anything planned with anyone. No going out, no showing guests around, no working...just nothing. I couldn't even entertain myself with TV, because it's been so long since I followed a show. Couldn't entertain myself with the internet, or finishing my application to grad school. Instead, I entertained my afternoon/night with men...

The first victim on the list. Mr. Henry. I was feeling nostalgic this weekend and thought about some of the good times. There was this one time, Mr. Henry was dancing (a little strip teasing) for me, and I was throwing quarters at him and he would pick them up and put them in his pocket. It was hilarious!!! I called him today. He has a deep, soothing sexy voice that I used to listen to every night when he was a radio personality back in college. I just wanted to hear it for a second. We talked for a minute. He's said he would take me to dinner this week for a belated birthday celebration. I DON'T think that's a good idea. I haven't seen him since October, and I don't want to fall back into Old (bad) habits...

The second victim was none other than the Old Man (old reliable) I was cooking dinner, and not paying attention to what I was doing. I called him to talk to him because he's always so UPBEAT. He didn't disappoint. However, he did ask me a few hard questions, that I still haven't answered...one being "Why Am I With Him". I asked him one too. "What do you want from me"?. No questions were answered tonight. I guess it's about that time...

The third and final victim because I am a glutton for punishment (mutilation) was... Tony. I haven't brought myself to watch the movie we watched together again, although it's my fav and I found the soundtrack this weekend. I know I said I wasn't going to call him, but a few things provoked me to call. 1) I'm horny and he was the last person I had sex with, 2) The band I saw last night reminded me of him 3) I'm bored 4) I was listening to the soundtrack and avoiding the grad application...so any excuse to occupy a few minutes. Our conversation was weird...not in sync, I don't know. He asked to see me, and I said "eeehhh".

Damn, I need SOME, but NONE of the above will do, and I don't want to BED anyone new yet. I'm NOT jumping on the celibate bandwagon (yet) and toys and self gratification just DOESN'T do it for me...damn, what's a girl to do??? Who's a girl to do???

Bored. Need New Line Up

I'm bored. I want a new starting line-up. At least five starters and a sixth man. Why? Because I want options. So, I think I'm going to work on that this weekend.


DJ called me. He wants me to go to Philly to see him for his birthday next week. We talked about this before, he made me promise. I obliged him...that was before he slobbered on my face. Now, I'm having second thoughts. If I go, I could potentially hate it, hate him and end up being really mean. Hmmm, I don't like breaking promises...this is one I may have to break.


Tonight, I have a date with the Old Man. Last night, when we were talking on the phone (I was a little tipsy), he kind of alluded to my "goodies" again. In a playful way. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm not the least bit sexually attracted to him. So why am I going on a date with him tonight? Because I'm bored.