Sexy Soccer boy came over the other night to see me.
We talked for about two hours. I got a hug. He gave me his email address again, and said to ring him up sometime.
I've decided that if the situation comes up, I'm going to jump his bones.
The Boy for Sex has been phoning all the time, but has been really busy working lately. He still flirts and talks and stuff, but I think the days of driving to bejesus just wore him out. So if it's not worth it to drive all this way, and he's preoccupied with serious stuff (that frankly he says kills his libido), I am now in the process of finding his replacement.
Which sucks, but was eventually going to happen sooner or later.
So there might just be more than one boy in my life. I don't know. I've never really been in that situation all too often as I'm rather a serial monogamist (is that a fucking word)
The back is still jacked up. I'm trying to be patient, but I'm almost at the point to consider surgery. I want my old life back. I have the want to work out but my 80 year old back is not having any of it.
I know I've gained weight. And it's buggin me. I go back and forth (kind of like Sugarsnit) with my diet and exercise and self esteem. One minute I'm mother earth, the next minute I am eating peanut butter M&Ms (which are the fucking bomb diggity and could be the death of my ass).
I have been spending on myself lately to try to renew my interest. It's hard not to be frustrated when you are either in pain or high as a kite. It's getting me down.
I'm leaving early. I had like ZERO work to do today. Ok, early for me is like 10 minutes early. Shit.
And my friends are distant lately. Everyone has their own deals going on.
*le sigh*
Posted by debutaunt at May 10, 2005 04:50 PM