I get a little bid sad whenever Friday rolls around and I don't have anything planned. FB and I had vague plans to shag each other tonight but I didn't hear from him and I didn't want to breathe down his neck either. But yes, I am horny and I neeeeeeed him right now.
The fact that he didn't want to meet up today is getting me all paranoid. Maybe he's shagging someone else tonight? Or maybe he's meeting up with someone he genuinely likes and wants to have an LTR with? My imagination is going on overdrive really. What if the other night's rendezvous would be the last shag I'd have from him? (Okay, panic descending.) That would be a bummer since I didn't technically get shagged because it was my TOM and he's not into period sex. Crap.
Anyway, I posted another ad and this time it's for a platonic guy buddy. Yup, strictly platonic. I'm into outsourcing now. Oh and also, I found out that the good doctor is not only a doctor but an author of medical fiction as well. Major plus points. However, when he drove me home after babysitting their kid last night, we did ride in his Porsche Cayenne which turned out to be such a beautiful car but his small talk was waaaaaayyyyy too much like rambling. I mean, did he have to give me so much information about the car's automated suspension and the real estate scenarios in the area vis a vis the US economy? It was a 5 minute drive for crying out loud. We could have stuck to the weather. I was almost tempted to ask, "why are you rambling? you're just supposed to take me home."
So FB might be out on a genuine date tonight and I feel crummy as hell. I don't know if it's because I was anticipating getting fucked tonight or what (it probably is). I just wish I knew for sure. In any case, I have to keep busy this weekend. Or meet a new guy. Distraction is the key.
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