So Pretty and I went to the beach and ate greasy food and watched people go by tonight. We did a bit of walking on our own, too. We’re good like that. We talked a lot; generally agreeing that it’s not as easy as men think for a chick to get laid. Okay, maybe if you look like Jessica Alba, but for those of us who aren’t… shall we say… twigs with two giant berries… it ain’t so easy.
Anyway. Enough of that. We commiserated that the idea of being unwanted sucks, and other than that, there isn’t much we can do about it. She talked me out of contacting Headshot. No, I don’t really want to. I like Emails 1-199, but Emails 200-399 (yes, 399) were a little harsh. As Pretty pointed out, do I really want to deal with a Jekyl/Hyde kinda guy? No, not really. I have enough mixed emotions of my own, thanks. I can’t deal with someone else’s drama. BTW – she asked to see the pic I’d kept of Hockey. The fact that she knew I still had one speaks volumes about how well she knows me… For the record, she thought he was cute. He is. I’d still say yes, and no, I don’t care what that says about me.
I read this article tonight; it’s about two middle-age women who use Craigslist’s “Casual Encounters” section to engage in hot, free, no-strings-attached sex, and are totally unapologetic about their actions. I say, Good For Them! While part of my insides are cheering for them, waving banners in their honour, the other part is totally marveling at their ability to go out and do like that. Part of me quails at the thought of being so forward, even after the Summer of Mischief. lol. T. – it’s been a year exactly today since Donny. How freaky is THAT?
Anyway, so these women are very up-front about their sexuality, their interest in short relationships and their appreciation for the Craigslist medium. While other dating sites, like PoF and AM and Lava are “good”, there’s something almost barebones about CL that makes it more appealing to me. Okay, okay, PoF doesn’t condone cockshots, but other than that… lol.
Anyway, Upstairsian is making a racket. I swear, it’s like he moves his furniture every night. Dude, give it a break! I have to go to work tomorrow, though, so I suppose I should hit the sheets, noise or not. That’s what my MP3 player is for, right?
I think that I think about guys too much. Okay, I know I do, I don’t need anyone to tell me that. Sometimes, I do try a little self-analysis to see what exactly it is I’m looking for; it’s like I can’t just drop the subject, act naturally, and wait for HIM to come to me. Sometimes, I feel like I’m in a race, and I don’t know why.
And on that note… g’nite.
