Staying single, seeing double, sleeping triple











This is the one about LBHF and OLB that I promised.



{April 1, 2009}   Weird dreams

One night last week, when LBHF slept over, I had a series of terrible nightmares. I think this might be because of some sort of MSG sensitivity, since we’d just had Chinese food, but maybe it was purely psychological. Who knows. Anyway, here are summaries of my weird dreams:



{March 17, 2009}   OLB doesn’t take hints

Text from OLB (3/17 4:51PM) Thinkin bout you….



{March 17, 2009}   The other bitches

The Ex is still not really talking to me. I saw him this weekend, when we exchanged some things (he gave me some paperwork and I gave him my key to the loft). He’s going through some shit right now, and I don’t take it personally.

Dr. Jones is also not talking to me. Fuck that guy.

OLB hasn’t popped back up since I ignored his last “goodmorning beautiful xoxo”. Good riddance to him and his freakish full-body stubble.

Mr. Grownup Date is working as much as I am, and we’ve had a hard time coordinating with one another. Now I’m dreading telling him that I don’t want to see him after all.

There’s also some other dude from matchdotcom that’s been emailing me lately, but he seems like kind of a douche. Still not looking forward to telling him to fuck off. He asked if I wanted to get together for a drink, and I haven’t responded.

Ex’s effeminate friend and I were supposed to get together for drinks last week, but I was sick and neither of us emailed or called the other to cancel. He ignores me on forums like Twitter, Facebook, and his blog, but emails intimately- I’m annoyed at this game.

Unusually Tall Indian Guy made a mix CD for me and hinted that he’d like to go out on a date with me, but didn’t actually ask. He also said that I seem tense lately, which caused me to worry for a bit about whether or not I actually am tense, until I recognized the irony of the situation.

Saw Satanist Waiter out with LBHF. It was less awkward than I thought it might be, though it was still a little awkward. He smirked at us.

AFF Waiter texted a couple of weeks ago to solicit me for a FMF threesome. I didn’t respond and haven’t heard back from him.

Abrasive Dude With Whom I Once Worked has been Facebook-messaging me in the middle of the night in attempts to get me to go drink with him. He’s pretty attractive and I’d probably be interested if my attentions weren’t otherwise occupied. A little sad about this one, but I’d feel guilty if I pursued it, I think.

No one else comes to mind- I think this is the full rundown.



{March 3, 2009}   OLB and Mr. Grownup Date

Oh- got another of OLB’s standard greets today. “Goodmorning beautiful!! xoxo”. Way too annoyed to respond to it. Wondering if he’ll just go away eventually if I don’t respond to him at all, but starting to doubt it.

Grownup date last week had to be cancelled at the last minute- I got stuck at the office until 9:30PM! It pretty much sucked, and the dude sounded like he didn’t believe me. I guess I don’t blame him, but I need to get some mileage out of those LBDs one of these days. Should I reschedule? He seems nice, but I just can’t decide. My time is at a premium as it is…



{February 21, 2009}   We don’t love them hoes

Been a hell of a couple of weeks. I’ve simply been too busy to be overly concerned with most of the crap that drives me to post here. In explanation, I will refer you to yet another of Catullus’s poems- this time, 51:

Otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est:
otio exsultas nimiumque gestis:
otium et reges prius et beatas
perdidit urbes.

Here’s my liberal translation:
Sitting on your ass, Catullus, is what ends up causing your problems;
having nothing to do is what leads you to wallow in carefree hedonism and subsequently totally emo out-
leisure has totally fucked even kings, and ruined great cities.

The gist of it is that angst is a byproduct of not having anything more pressing to do.

Here’s a summary on your usual suspects:
Beercan – is seeing someone! He has a giIiIiIiiirlfriEeEeEEeeeEEnd! He seems really happy, and I am happy for him. We’re on good terms and no longer fucking.

OLB – Well, I thought he’d actually finally given up until I heard from him today:
(02/21 3:11PM) Wanna play tnite?

AFF Waiter – Also popping up from time to time. I am considering giving him another chance, but I’m just not sure. He was really sweaty, which is just gross. Also, the thing with the blinds… eh, who knows.

Dr. Jones – off again, in a big way. Possibly very realistically For Real This Time. Why is that, you ask? Well, I think he’s not entirely comfortable with the way I feel about him, as expressed by way of this blog. “But how, Anterior Motive, could he possibly know that,” you ask? Well, dear reader, because I told him about it. I linked him. “Why on earth, Anterior Motive, would you do such a thing?” Because he asked. Fuck it. Balls to the wall.

Anterior Motive – again, busy as hell. Been “talking to” a few people, but nothing particularly exciting has arisen just yet. This might be because I’m feeling emotionally distant in general, but emotions have caused me nothing but trouble anyway, and I’m not unhappy about being my normal detached self again.

Points-rated post coming soon! Stay tuned!



{February 15, 2009}   Ah, hell.

So, let’s pick up where we left off.

After deleting my profile at AFF, I signed up for a trial account at Match.com. So far I have had one date with someone from Match. I will post about it later, and will bring back the ever-popular points system when I do so.

OLB still texts every other day or so.

Text from OLB (02/11 9:17AM) Ur bailing on me was weird ya know. I was diggin ya.
Text from OLB (02/14 12:15PM) Happy valentines day beautiful xoxo
Text from OLB (02/15 9:09PM) Come play this wknd with my new friend and i?

At some point, his persistence is going to be less flattering than annoying and I’ll tell him to fuck right off, but I’m kinda tired of burning bridges just now.

Had a good time out with Beercan on Friday night, but the follow-up activities were reliably disappointing, as usual, and on Saturday when we went out for brunch before I took him home there was absolutely nothing to talk about. I did have a delicious steak, though, so it wasn’t a total loss.

I stayed in for the rest of VDay. G came over to watch some HD deliciousness, and I napped a lot. It was truthfully one of the least awful Valentine’s Days that I’ve had in years.

There are new and attractive prospects these days, so I’m sure I’ll have more to write soon. Sorry for leaving hanging those of you that have missed living vicariously through my sordid saga. I’ve been a very naughty girl, and I need to be punished.



{February 2, 2009}   I’m onto you, bub

Txt from OLB (02/02/2009 8:05AM) Goodmorning beautiful!! xoxo



{January 30, 2009}   Hmm!

I just realized that every single “Goodmorning beautiful!! xoxo” text message from OLB has been misspelled and double-punctuated in exactly the same way.

I think he actually has that phrase saved in his cell phone and suspect that he mass-texts it to several people a couple of times a week.

Paranoid?



{January 30, 2009}   Juxtaposition

The conversations related here are transcribed from texts.

(01/30 6:39AM) OLB: Goodmorning beautiful!! xoxo
(01/30 11:31AM) Anterior Motive: It amazes me that you are even a morning person when your morning starts that early.
(01/30 11:50AM) OLB: It amzes me that i cant get u to come play so that i can smack your ass and choke you while you suck my cock….. ;-)
xoxox still bummed…..

I know that I probably shouldn’t have encouraged him in the first place, as it’s best to make a clean break in such situations. I must confess that I didn’t do so partially because I thought that I might later regret having burned this particular bridge, but now I see that remaining friendly is just not an option. Plus, if you recall, he has an EXTREMELY stupid face.

However, I’d also been texting with Dr. Jones at about the same time, and was struck by the differences between them. He’s currently in Pittsburgh, attending the funeral of a family member of his girlfriend. He’d been texting me to complain about the ice and snow on the roads and how miserable the drive had been, when a coworker who was in the same meeting as I was at the time piped up to mention that Dr. Jones was in Pittsburgh for a funeral and that it was really snowy and icy there. I was amused.

(01/30 11:21AM) Anterior Motive: Are you sending the same txts to me and [coworker] again? ;) thought i was special.
(01/30 11:47AM) Dr Jones: A similar one about the snow, but not the same.
(01/30 11:49AM) Anterior Motive: Just teasing you.
(01/30 11:55AM) Dr Jones: But you are special.

I sighed.

I’m confident in the assertion that I’m pretty tired of being a hoebag party-girl. I removed my profile from AFF last week, and I just feel disgusted at the idea of random NSA raunchy sex. My recent encounters have been just a bunch of worthless douchebags and I think I’m better off on my own.



et cetera
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