Wetdream, Shiseido and Cincinnati-Northern Kentucky International Airport
Last week I ended my two month relationship with Dan. Something happened that made me realize that it wasn't fair for him to be dealing with the consequences of the choices I make for myself. I can accept them for myself, but leaving out chunks of reality with someone I care about just isn't what I wanted to be doing. I told him all this over the phone when he called me from work. I told him to call me when he got out that night but that didn't happen. We haven't spoken since. I miss him. I haven't called him because I figured I put the ball in his court. However, this is my mess, so maybe I should take initiative.
Saturday night I attended my favorite regularly scheduled sex party. For reasons that relate to the above paragraph, I didn't have much sex. However, it was probably the best of the three I attended. I got some really good e and used the opportunity to flesh out rapport with some guys I had been acquainted with from previous parties. Leave it to me, living in a city where it's worlds easier to find sex than make friends, to make friends at a sex party.
I spent hours, naked in a hot tub, providing Days of Our Lives updates to this kid I've known for two months. He made a bad first impression on me, I remember, but now I can't recall why. He's been slowly winning me over. During our hot tub session, he would, every so often, cackle loudly, bite me on the shoulder, and tell me he loves me. I must admit, I love him too.
It's rare for me to have a schoolgirl crush these days. Nonetheless, I had a minor, completely harmless fixation for four months on a certain boy. It's nice how the feelings become more comfortable and manageable when you have the opportunity to get to know someone as a person and not an object or idea. It looks like this boy and I are gonna try to get our respective groups of friends together to share a limo for the night of the Madonna concert in San Jose. That would be so much fun in so many different ways.
After the party, I was asked by some nice guys to go with them to watch Bay to Breakers, a 60,000-participant race/walk for charity that, in usual SF fashion, was in fact a huge party, with people in costume or naked, with floats or beer kegs in shopping carts. We found a house party on the route with a DJ spinning wonderful music. It was exactly where I wanted to be to come down. So much better than trying to go to sleep.
Later on I fell asleep accidentally in the sun at Golden Gate Park for two hours and got my first California sunburn. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, and it was an excuse to use my Nordstrom discount to buy Shiseido lip conditioner.
I'm recovering OK. Not depressed, just a bit restless and lonely at times. Good thing I'm working to take up some of my time.
I bought a plane ticket to Toronto for Pride weekend. My fourth year. I didn't think I'd be able to pull it off this year, having just relocated, but I'm glad it worked out because I miss my WNY friends. I miss Canada and my Canadian ex-boyfriend. I miss traveling and airports. I haven't able to leave the bay area since moving here, so this is something to look forward to.
Who wants to meet up with me there?
Saturday night I attended my favorite regularly scheduled sex party. For reasons that relate to the above paragraph, I didn't have much sex. However, it was probably the best of the three I attended. I got some really good e and used the opportunity to flesh out rapport with some guys I had been acquainted with from previous parties. Leave it to me, living in a city where it's worlds easier to find sex than make friends, to make friends at a sex party.
I spent hours, naked in a hot tub, providing Days of Our Lives updates to this kid I've known for two months. He made a bad first impression on me, I remember, but now I can't recall why. He's been slowly winning me over. During our hot tub session, he would, every so often, cackle loudly, bite me on the shoulder, and tell me he loves me. I must admit, I love him too.
It's rare for me to have a schoolgirl crush these days. Nonetheless, I had a minor, completely harmless fixation for four months on a certain boy. It's nice how the feelings become more comfortable and manageable when you have the opportunity to get to know someone as a person and not an object or idea. It looks like this boy and I are gonna try to get our respective groups of friends together to share a limo for the night of the Madonna concert in San Jose. That would be so much fun in so many different ways.
After the party, I was asked by some nice guys to go with them to watch Bay to Breakers, a 60,000-participant race/walk for charity that, in usual SF fashion, was in fact a huge party, with people in costume or naked, with floats or beer kegs in shopping carts. We found a house party on the route with a DJ spinning wonderful music. It was exactly where I wanted to be to come down. So much better than trying to go to sleep.
Later on I fell asleep accidentally in the sun at Golden Gate Park for two hours and got my first California sunburn. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, and it was an excuse to use my Nordstrom discount to buy Shiseido lip conditioner.
I'm recovering OK. Not depressed, just a bit restless and lonely at times. Good thing I'm working to take up some of my time.
I bought a plane ticket to Toronto for Pride weekend. My fourth year. I didn't think I'd be able to pull it off this year, having just relocated, but I'm glad it worked out because I miss my WNY friends. I miss Canada and my Canadian ex-boyfriend. I miss traveling and airports. I haven't able to leave the bay area since moving here, so this is something to look forward to.
Who wants to meet up with me there?