I am behind by a week!  Sorry!

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So I had The Talk with the Looker two Saturdays ago. The next morning, he was not noticeably different; still refusing to eat my cooking, still not touching me. But he was still there and wasn't pulling away any more than before.

Monday morning he emailed me a rather sweet email about how he had ( Read more... )

So, the last time we saw the Looker he had denied to the porkchop guy that I am his "special lady," and I had given him a fully clothed blowjob and then left.  I was fully clothed, that is.  Since it was his birthday, I figured I could do it for him, but in retrospect I determined that it was not a cool precedent to set.  I'm not sure he ( Read more... )

I am feeling less sure about the Looker, rather than more sure.  I was going to say that I think "the worm is turning," a phrase I have always vaguely understood to mean "times, they are a'changin'."  I looked it up and thank goodness I did because I was totally wrong!  Apparently it means that even the most mild and unthreatening creature will ( Read more... )

By Friday night it felt like months since I'd seen the Looker. He emailed me to suggest Korean food at Mandu on Saturday. I said yes. I had rebelled against cleaning my house before I saw him last weekend; I had run out of time over the weekend and then i spent the week gloomy and pessimistic and had i actually given up my weekend to clean I ( Read more... )

Because we have had only 1.5 days of rain instead of 4 this week I have been able to maintain a more even keel vis a vis the Looker.  Also the fact that we spent sober, daylight, weekend time together and I was ready to go home before he was ready to let me go.  I decided that this week it was his turn to ask me out and have been waiting and ( Read more... )

Recap of this extremely long post:  gmail slays me - a phone call - a weekend date - time spent together in the daytime - I get a little space to consider my feelings - gratuitous flirting and stolen kisses with the Little Brother

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So, the rest of last week continued in the same vein as my whiny emo post on Tuesday.  I ( Read more... )

Please, I beg of you, do not read this post.  It is long and boring and whiny and emo and pure self-indulgence.

The Looker emailed me back within a reasonable amount of time yesterday (a couple of hours).  He usually does a sign off, which I think is funny.  I never do a sign off in email.  Most of the time I don't even put my name at the end but ( Read more... )

On Thursday I went to my strength training class.  I was already shredded from boxing the night before so my arms were like limp noodles after class.  Then I put on makeup, which didn't help with my eyes being all freakishly red, and took the metro out to Virginia.  The Delhi Club restaurant was right across from the Clarendon stop, as the Looker ( Read more... )

The gmail ads I had last night in my correspondence with the Looker were for wedding DJs.  Very odd.  We were not talking about weddings or music.  Maybe gmail has an algorithm to measure flirtiness and predict whether two people will get married.  Heh.

1.  Menstruating ( Read more... )