Tout le Monde,

Wow a lot has happened since the last time I've written.  This past Saturday I went to a party and shared a bed with Mr. Man, and a girl friend.  What made me mad about the whole event was the fact that Mr. Man was touching my girl friends hand while I was alseep.  How I know is that my friend told me so.  What kind of punk plays that shit while I'm right there.  Whatever I can't say or do anything about it so it didn't really matter to me after that.

We hung out Sunday night played some ball and made a better night of the lingering mess inside my head. I actually came to the conclusion while looking at him that he wasn't my world.  I've been so wound up over this guy the past week but now I see that is totally unecessary.  He's great and all and I'm happy but he is not that great enough for me to go crazy over.  I'm just having a good time.  I dressed up in a teddy and had possibly the best sex of my life so far. (then again my memory bites so I'm just going to say that)  It was great I should dress up more often.  I could possibly teach more about the passionate side of it all.  Notice how I said passionate and not love because for the weary, love does not need to be involve in great passionate sex.  It felt divine and definately have to copy that and even make it better sometime. 

Monday I hightailed it to my girl friends house picked her up, picked up her boyfriend all of which took a lot of hours because we were mentally retarded that morning, but it didn't matter my plans with Mr. Man later that night weren't a go because he forgot about it.  So me my girl friend, and her boyfriend went down to the beach to meet up with the bartender and set something up with him possibly.  When we just get there  I recieve a message from Mr. Man stating that he'll just stick with our plans to watch a show and why, because the plans that he thought of having weren't going to be that day so I guess the least he could do is back it up with the origional plans of hanging with me... Bastard.

That meant I drove a half an hour further down away from my house to drop off my friends no problem.  Kind of set a date with the bartender.  Then drove about an hour and a half back up to my house.  Tired and pissed sorta I met up with him to watch the show.  Surprisingly he didn't get mad at waiting and hour and a half to see me.  Brownie points to him.  He slept over and I felt pretty good for the next day.

We parted ways and I went all the way back down to my friends for another fun filled day at the shore.  Then blah blah blah happened and today strolled along.

Well Mr. Man and I met up at the gyno for his appointment.  I was very impressed that he did this for me.  The mounds of paranoia about him being a jerk momentarily disintegrated because any jerk would have not even bothered to get checked.  Brownie points to him.  Before we parted ways he asked me to hang out but I had to say no for the next three nights because I work.  He invited me to the beach and now still debating whether I should go or not for Saturday.

He had asked me to give him a call sometime which I think is funny because I never call the guy, only when I need to.  I was wondering whether he felt a little neglected by me not calling him just to talk and those theories were right.  So he doesn't want me to call every now and then.  Maybe I should do that.

So now is now and I'm later for work so...

Au Revoir!