"Well�" she hesitated. "Well, we are sort of talking but I didn't want to go any further without making sure it was fine with you."
I was touched. "Aww, how sweet. But shouldn't you be having this conversation with Trace?"
"Na." She said confidently, " Nothing ever happened between them. They never even exchanged numbers."
Oh really, bitch? So it's been you all the time? It's all good. Maybe a fling with Juan would finally help you get over that jerk. Go on with your bad self and wax that ass.
The rest of the week was pretty cool� I had lunch with Keith and Derrick on alternate days and on Friday, Anita, another girl and I went to a party at Keith's friend's place. It was nice to hang out with nice, educated twenty-somethings and I must admit some of his friends are cute as hell. I exchanged numbers with this f.o.i.n.e Hawaiian looking dude called Justin and hopefully we'll meet up next week for something. O.K Diary, you might think this is bordering on the excessive but before you know it, everything would sag to my knees so I need to enjoy my youth while I've still got it. Got it?
Diary, I am really feeling this Derrick kid. He's so cool. On Saturday we hung out at the arcade and I know it's kinda childish but it was fun playing all those games with him and kicking his butt each time (well, not quite). He's so sweet, kind, thoughtful and generous. Yeah did I say generous? This guy took me shopping and helped me add this pair of silk-black ferragamo pumps I'd been dreaming about for months, to my wardrobe. Plus a few other choice items. At the end of the evening when he moved in for the kill, could I really refuse? I mean he had spent all that money and I felt a little token of affection was in order. So you want to know about the kiss. Nothing special -just o.k. The earth didn't move, my groin didn't scream and no visions of future offspring were conjured. I would say this though, this guy's got rythym. I could tell from the way he moved and held me earlier in the day that his talent most likely resided below the belt and you know what? I wanna tap that ass. Seriously. I've been really thinking about this. I am celibate and I want to remain so but you know what? I don't think it is healthy that the last man I've slept with is Tommy. I don't think this is good for my psyche. So I think I need to wipe the slate clean and have meaningless sex with someone like Derrick. Do you understand where I'm coming from? It's not about fun but about putting me in the right psychological state of mind. What do you think?
