Curses; foiled again!

So, my plan was to have both Handsome Stranger and My Evil Twin out all evening to balance one another out. Since they both seem to be interested in me, my attentions would be equally distributed, and there would be 0 chance that I would end up going home with either of them- right?

The Lady Said No

Got this email yesterday:

Subject: Hello

Let’s get some coffee this week.

[The Needy Gamer]

And we’re back

LBHF broke up with me last night, 6 days after the anniversary of our first makeout. I am pretty fucking devastated, but then I have been in the throes of a major depression and also didn’t sleep well since I kept forgetting to breathe, so who the hell knows what’s really going on here.

More to come; stay tuned for a pity party of heretofore unseen magnitude.

Salt in the Wound

I’m having a really bad week for episodes of psychotic jealousy.

My brother’s coming in town today to run a 5K with me at a festival for a local microbrewery tomorrow. I noticed on my Facebook feed that he is planning to attend a party this evening hosted by

Disaster

Not a good date with ADWWIOW this evening. Bitter and disheartened. Probably not ready for this just now.

Downgraded by ADWWIOW

“Abrasive Dude With Whom I Once Worked” is way too long. I’ll work on something else to call this guy. Anyway, our Friday dinner-and-drinks has been downgraded to just drinks.

He Facebook-messaged me to change plans.

“so my buddy is coming thru so can see him early then how about we just grab drinks instead of dinner and drinks? still wouldnt mind hittin [tikibar] for em either. figure maybe 9 should give me plenty of time. that sound ok?”

What the fuck ever, dude- I’m kinda fed up. FWB potential grows slimmer by the moment.

Sushi with Mr. GUD cancelled

He called a moment ago to tell me that something came up at work today and that he’ll have to stay late to finish it. He asked if we could go someplace closer to the area (he works right around the corner from my house) instead, around 10. I’m feelin’ crappy and depressed and generally having a pity-party, so I said I’d rather just get together next week instead.

I don’t know why I’m so depressed, but I guess I haven’t taken much time to think about it.

The silver lining

I got poopfaced-drunk last night and was passed out in bed by 9pm, which had the benefit of preventing me from making any drunken late-night naughtytexts demanding bootycalls. Today I am too hung-over for my usual nymphomaniacal inclinations. At least it’s something positive, right?

Saturday night with AFF waiter

Pretty disappointing. He came over about 2.5 hours later than I expected. I put in a “nerd movie”, but not much of it was watched. We had dirty rough sex for about 2 hours. I achieved 0 orgasms. He had a difficult time maintaining an erection. He blamed it on the bourbon-and-zero that I’d made for him, but I think that’s pretty much bullshit, as a shot and a half of whiskey is really not enough booze to legitimize the whiskey-dick copout. This would not be the first time I’d encountered a 27-year-old navy man with erectile dysfunction.

I’ve been pretty universally disappointed with my AFF experiences and am considering just taking a break from the less fairer of the sexes until I’m ready to start having conversations with people before I fuck them. I hope I get past my latent Ex-and-Dr.J issues (not a combined set of issues; but the two of them together I think have put me on a doubleplus rebound) pretty soon, because I have been masturbating like nobody’s business lately. One might even call it chronic. Who needs cable?

Disappointing

I think I’m just going to be celibate for awhile. Thanks for playing.