dry spells

its been a month and a half. i think that's the longest i've gone in almost a year. sex. the last person was a big regret and a half too. i am really quite on the verge of sending some kinky, scandalous text to...we'll call him, music man...and just having great sex. i already offered up "champagne night" which i thought had somewhat of a hint hidden in between the 2 words but i don't know if it was enough to get his man friend up. i'm dyin over here! really. we've had our few dates, it's time to show him what this girl can do and lemme tell ya, i can DO a lot.

but here is where i become romantically challenged...i offered up our delicious, classy and very inexpensive bottle of chandon and he said it sounded great (great? really, just great?). i then texted today letting him know about my parents lovely rule about me leaving later than 11 and he said that maybe tomorrow would work. it sounds fun (fun? really? fun?) well, your adjectives sound good. yeah, good.

i guess i'm hoping for a little more. like, if you really like me you'll be jumping up and down giggling and asking if we can have mimosas in the morning too, because that, of course, wouldn't make you sound gay at all.

if only every guy came with a manual telling us girls what to do next and giving us a 1-800 number to call with any questions. i'd even be ok with an automated voice right now.

tangent much? bottom line- i need some good, adulterated fun.