Ho hum (emphasis on the “ho”)

Had a phenomenal run this afternoon. I’m working on deciding on my next 5K. I’m thinkin’ I might run one in a couple of weeks that commemorates Confederate Memorial Day. Oh yeah, bitches, that’s how we roll up in the dirty-dirty. I’m not some crazy redneck or anything, but cmon, you have to realize the ironic humor value that would come with the t-shirt. Anyway, the endorphin rush (I refer to these as “rungasms”) I got around 1.25mi was really fantastic.

Unsexy sex dreams

I’ve had a couple of really vivid sex dreams over the past day or so, both of which ended pretty unsatisfactorily. Pretty sure I know what my subconscious is trying to tell me with these.

Listlessness

This is gonna be a boring one, so feel free to skip it. Last night, I opted to stay in and keep myself out of trouble. Had a few invitations come in: bowling and a party with LBHF’s roommate, drinks out with Bar Dude, drinks in with the Seminary Student, pubcrawling with brother and some of his friends. Declined, all,

I am literally dying of sex withdrawal

Okay, so I’m exaggerating, but only a little. I’m not kidding here, people- I fuckin’ NEED SEX. It is the only thing I’ve been able to think about for days. I’m so revved up that I can’t concentrate on anything else. It has been exactly six days since my last fuckin’, and I don’t know how much longer I can go without before I will die.

I haven’t heard from The Submission Wrestler this week. Since I initiated contact and asked him on our date last week, I’m letting him make that contact this week. He is very difficult to read and I’d like some sort of indication of his interest, because I’m pretty tired of chasing after people and I’m much too hot and brilliant for that shit anyway. I’m optimistic, but impatient. There’s still quite a bit of ground to cover before sexin’ enters this picture, and I am in mortal danger as it is.

On the subject of chasing,

Second Date with The Submission Wrestler

Well, dinner with The Submission Wrestler went really well. He called earlier in the evening to ask if I’d like him to pick me up, but he was coming from the same area of town in which the restaurant is, and I live in the suburbs. Although it would’ve made the kissin’ logistics much easier, I just felt that it wasn’t justifiable, so I thanked him and decided that I’d just meet him there. After changing outfits about 5 times, I showed up underdressed and 11 minutes late. Miracle of miracles-

Whoops.

LBHF came over this evening to keep me company. Somehow, we ended up making out on the sofa, after which we took a shower (I needed to groom myself, as I had not been anticipating such intimate company)

This was a good night.

I called The Submission Wrestler this afternoon to ask if he’d like to go to dinner with me sometime this week. My schedule is somewhat compacted, since it’s already Monday night and I’m planning to go to my hometown for the weekend on Friday night. Although I felt that Saturday had gone really well, I was struck by paroxysms of self-doubt after I left the message about dinner this week, especially when he didn’t call back right away.

I IMed a bit with LBHF late this afternoon, and that left me feeling even crappier. I told him that I missed him, and although it made me feel a bit better to learn that he apparently misses me as well and has been even more miserable than I have been, I was in a pretty crappy mood by about 5pm.

The Submission Wrestler

…is fantastic. I was skeptical about this evening and had already decided that, when the date didn’t work out, I was going to take some time off from dating to regroup. However, I was pleasantly surprised. I’ll give a brief rundown.

We were supposed to meet for coffee at a spot in Midtown (for some reason, I always mistakenly think it’s in Buckhead until I’m on my way there and am surprised by how much farther it is than I thought it would be) at about 9:45. Unfortunately, my haircolor appointment ran longer than I anticipated, so I texted him to let him know that I wouldn’t be able to make it until about 10:15.

My Mood Just Improved by a Factor of Ten

I was in a ho-hum kinda mood for most of the morning, thinking idly about exactly what punishment I would mete out to those that have slighted me if I were a supervillain (interestingly, most people just wanted to talk about what outfit I’d wear when I brought up the supervillain thing), but when I was hunting down some photos to send to C of my Saturday night, I realized that Mr. Saturday Night is also the dude that’s into Ayn Rand and submission wrestling. Just the phrase “submission wrestling” gives me a little chill! I tell you bitches what; that beefcake can wrestle me into submission any time he likes! Now I’m much more excited about that date than I was before.

We’ll see if I am, in fact, too bitter to enjoy being out with dudes.