May 13, 2008

Dear Diary,
Sorry I haven’t written in a while.  I guess I’ve been pretty preoccupied with Mr. X.  We’ve been dating for two months now, and we’ve had “the talk” (finally).  Basically, he says that he doesn’t want to jump into anything too fast – so even though he’s basically my “boyfriend”, we’re not defining anything right now. Hmmm, that seemed to make more sense in my head than it does in writing.  I get it though – he needs to sort some things out in his life before he can get too serious with me.  And I’m happy with how things are right now.  I still feel like there’s so much more to know about him, yet I feel a strong connection.  I definitely see potential for something great with Mr. X.  We’ve also said that we don’t want to see other people. Speaking of which… 

Suddenly I’m basically “off the market”, and now guys from my past have started booty-calling me!  This one guy, who I’d dated almost a year ago at the start of my “single life”, was at the time the best sex I’d ever had.  He was so tall and big that he basically tossed me around like a rag doll.  It was hot, although outside of the bedroom we barely had two words to say to each other.  Anyway, two weeks ago he emails me saying he knows how I’m a fan of the forward proposition, so he’d just come out and ask if I’d like to get together for a “roll in the sack’?  I replied to his message, telling him about Mr. X, and declined his hardly indecent proposal.   

And remember Goldilocks?  He’s been sending me drunken text messages late at night, while I’ve been in bed with Mr. X!  The other day we were working on another film together and the whole time he was sending me texts from across the room with propositions of oral sex.  Although Goldilocks is up there in my top 5 givers of good head, I wasn’t at all tempted. 

My year of singledom and uninhibited sex seems to have done the trick in curing me of any past urges to stray.  My guy’s band was playing Saturday night, and after the show as we drunkenly walked back to my place I told him about how Blondie was trying to bang me.  He seemed a bit worried, but I told him that I’d rather have him spoon me for a few minutes than sleep with any other guy.  In our intoxicated state it seemed like a sweeter moment than it now sounds.  We walked in the door to my room, I ripped off my clothes, and we fucked until we passed out.  I was happy to not have to settle for the spooning.