Caterwauling

Okay, so I totally could have gotten laid tonight.

Chatted with Greg this evening, who called to invite me over to watch the football game (um, who’s playing? lol) and to partake of nighttime festivities. Damn. I’ve at least got to play a little hard-to-get, so I tantalized him with what we COULD be doing tonight, if I weren’t tucked in for the evening. Heh. We were laughing so much, he said his face was hurting. I told him I could make his face hurt from exerting it from other types of activities. 🙂

At any rate, we ended the conversation with a promise from him that he will call me tomorrow. I love men who call. Ability to dial 10 consecutive digits is a remarkable trait in a homo sapien, and I should reward him accordingly. And I probably will, soon. Not that I shared this with him, but I’m just dealing with the not-so-fresh feeling that accompanies the end of the Red Tide, and let’s face it, I want the full treatment when I finally do hook up with a hot-blooded male, so it was completely in my best interest to wait … and to make him wait. (It wouldn’t have been a case of the Wacky Wild Kool-aid Smile, if that’s what you’re wondering. Ewwwww. Just a mild case of Ick.) Ahem. At any rate, men like the thrill of the chase, and he’s going to need to work a little bit harder before I can help him to make something ELSE harder.

RK told me today that he had a date this past Saturday and that he’s misplaced my number for the second time. He’s lucky my Internet connection went down right at that very moment, because I was unsure how to respond to that, but chances are, it probably wouldn’t have been courteous anyway. Hey, we’re all free to date, but #1., I wonder what his intent was in sharing that tidbit, and #2., what does he want me to say, when I believe he’s had ample opportunity to ask me out and, yet, hasn’t?

I get it, though. I really do. I was at least amused with our conversations, but all-talk/no-action has never been my speed, and that’s exactly what this has been. The thrill of the chase works both ways — I love to be chased, and let’s face it, I allow myself to get caught. And it’s to everyone’s benefit that I get worked up in the process, trust me, but there’s got to be an outlet eventually. And not just a sexual outlet, but a method of in-person companionship as well. Honestly, is that asking too much?

No shit, Sherlock. At least my cigarettes don’t go on a date with another woman and come back and tell me about it. The only disease my smokes can give me is lung cancer. I can suck on a cigarette only when and if I feel like it. Cigarettes are just the right length and can fill you up after you’ve had just one, and if you want another go-round, there’s always another one waiting for you, instead of waiting till it’s ready to be fired up again. Oh, I could go on and on, but yes, I can go a month without sex without wanting to hang myself — but then again, maybe I haven’t met the right partner, who will make sex a lot more difficult to live without. …

Oh, and check out Reuters’ headline:

“Smokers say no sex easier than no fags”. As a bona-fide fag hag with a dozen years of being an expert fruit fly, I have to agree with that — the reason why I am not getting enough sex in my diet is because the hot men I meet, well, want to suck on a fag themselves. …

IKEA Boy and I are planning to do a remake of the “Die Another Day” movie — starring IKEA Boy as James Bond, his boss (who looks like Janet Reno) as Bondgirl Pussy Demure, his dog Jynx as, well, himself (Jynxie would look adorable in a bikini, despite the fact that he would be eating his beach towel), Jackie as Odd Job (our nemesis) — and a special appearance by J-HO as she sings the theme song to our film, “Die this Instant.” 🙂

There is a distinct possibility that I will see Greg this weekend. I hope he turns out to be a good guy — I’m sick of these bozos who think they can jerk me around, hurt me and piss me off. The question is whether they intend to act like dumbasses or if it just comes naturally. …