All Made Up

The last week or so has been pretty decent. Nothing major going on though. I’ve talked to Coby a bit since his big production over telling me he’s back with his latest wife, but there’s really no interest there.

Thursday night after work, a few of my coworkers invited me to a nearby bar with them and I went along. Marlboro was there. I got moderately wasted, unintentionally. Marlboro and I and a cute waitress ended up having a brief three-way make out session. Just for kicks.

I ended up calling Hippie. I woke him up as it was like 4 a.m.,  but he actually answered and talked to me. I barely remember talking to him but the gist of that conversation and subsequent texting the next day when I sober is this: He wasn’t really mad about my refusal to have sex with him, but rather the fact that I made him look bad by revealing information to other people that he’d told me in confidence (the stupid shit that Pretty Ricky and Zorro told Professor about me). I reminded him that when we were on his friend’s boat and he first told me, I told him that I was going to text Professor right then and there and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He claims that he BEGGED me not to. I don’t remember that being the case.

So basically, he looks like a rat to his friends/bosses/colleagues now. I never said his name to anyone, but I guess it wasn’t hard for them to figure out how I found out. I asked what the big deal in that was, and he said it’s a very big deal that his bosses don’t trust him. The implication is that there are career-affecting consequences for him that I never intended.

So that made me feel bad. Maybe I should’ve thought it out more before I ranted to Professor and then bitched out Pretty Ricky. I just don’t like people talking trash about me. He said he told me what he told me so I’d know what people are saying about me, but what’s the point in me knowing if I don’t confront anyone about it?

But I felt even more horrible when Hippie told me on Saturday night that Stallion ditched him to go eat with Zorro at work, presumably because Zorro doesn’t wanna eat with Hippie now. So he said he was looking like an ass all to his lonesome.

Stallion is all up my ass lately, it seems. He’s a decent guy, I’d even say that we’re friends, but I don’t know how much to trust him given his obvious closeness with Zorro and I suspect Pretty Ricky as well, even though he never quite admits it. I’m careful about what I tell him.

I worked some overtime last night. Zach was working in the area and he came and visited with me for a while. It was nice talking to him. He’d asked me about hanging out a few days ago and then last night and I asked if he was just trying to worm his way back into my pants. He claims that’s not his agenda because he has accepted the fact that he’s not getting any. He went on to say that he could always get some from other people if he wanted, so that’s definitely not a concern of his.

He’s supposed to come over tonight after he gets off of work. This’ll be after 11 p.m. Zach is actually a decent guy, as long as I’m not trying to date him I guess.

On a random note, I’m getting fat again. I think it’s from drinking too much sweet tea flavored vodka and other sugary liquors like that. Or drinking too much in general, I guess. I eat fairly decent and I exercise, yet I still have so much fat on my stomach. It’s not an actual gut (yet), but it’s just pudgy. I’m really not feeling it. I did good when I got focused a couple of months ago. I guess I’ll have to crack down again. I gain weight primarily in my midsection. My limbs stay pretty trim and toned regardless. But all that means is that I’ll look like a diamond if I don’t watch myself. Blah.

In Heat

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I haven’t gotten any in a month and a half or because I’m probably ovulating, but I’m especially horny lately. I think it’s more so the lack of sex. But I’m sure I’m ovulating too, which only intensifies my sexual cravings. In other words, I’m in heat. That’s good when you have someone to fuck; it’s bad when you’re in the midst of a man-drought, like me.

I’d rather not have mediocre sex with somebody for the sake of having sex; I prefer divine sex with someone I’m animalistically attracted to. And therein lies my conundrum…there’s no one I’m feeling like that right now.

My work husband, Marlboro, has really been on me lately. He comes on to me sexually every day that I work with him. He does it in a funny, joking way (it’s nothing disrespectful or anything I’m offended by, and I do egg him on sometimes for fun), but even still, I know he’d love to get in my pants. Last night was probably the most tempted I’ve ever been by him. He’s cute and his body is great, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I am the slightest bit curious to see if he’d live up to all the trash-talking he does, but I’m not insanely attracted to him or anything. I just think he’s cute.

Pretty Ricky and I got along really well tonight. He was even playful with me at one point. It’s cool to be on good terms with him again after everything. I do occasionally picture his head between my legs like old times when I see him, but I don’t think I’d go back there even if I could. He’s still extremely hot though.

Mr. Smooth is a total dick. I texted him a couple of days back to inquire about a sweet red wine that he’d brought over for dinner several times. It’s nothing extravagant – a $20 bottle – but it’s the only wine I’ve ever liked. I’d actually had it before he ever brought it over, so when he said he was bringing wine and that was the one, it was only too perfect. The only store I know of in my vicinity that sells it rarely ever has it in stock though. I figured he’d be nice enough to tell me where he gets his from, but he didn’t answer. I told him that he could at least answer a benign question. He didn’t answer. Jackass. I can get it online at least.

Stallion just called me. He just got off of work and he wants to come over. Hmm…

Almost There…

The ball is steadily rolling on the Professor situation. Hippie finally got around to showing him pictures of me and he thinks I’m pretty, apparently. So…the three of us are meeting up at a bar on Friday night and we’ll get to meet each other.

I’m excited! Yet nervous. Hopefully we mesh well in person. Hippie simply raved about how smart and charismatic Professor is and how good a time I’d have with him when I first inquired about him, so I think everything will be good. I trust Hippie’s opinion, he tells it like it is.

Obviously, being as he’s married, I’m not expecting some fairy tale romance. Maybe we’ll end up having some hot, wild, steamy sex at some point at least. Maybe we’ll even sort of be friends eventually. Who knows? I just think he’s hot. I think he’ll be just as hot in person. I think he’ll think I’m hot. I think we’ll have a good time on Friday at least. It’ll just be nice to meet him and to satisfy my curiosity.

Other than that, not too much going on on the men front. Curly and I have spoken a little bit but I can take him or leave him. I’ll admit, I did have a moment of weakness Saturday night after work and I invited him over. He never responded. When I called him on that yesterday, he said he was with someone else at the time since I’ve been blowing him off. Whatever. I don’t care either way. At least he was honest though. I like that.

One of my coworkers and I flirt a lot. I even call him my “work husband.” He’s made it no secret that he’d like to get in my pants. He’s cute and he has a nice body since he works out regularly, but again, I’m refraining from doing anybody I have to see at work regularly. Plus he’s a smoker and that’s not a very appetizing habit to me. Kissing someone whose mouth tastes like cigarettes? Yuck. I don’t foresee anything happening there but there is a mutual attraction definitely.

Tomorrow will mark a month since I’ve spoken to Mr. Smooth. I still think about him sometimes and wonder why things went the way they did, but I’m not sweating it.

Slowly but surely, I’m toning back up. I haven’t totally sworn off junk food, but moderation is the key. And water. And making sure to eat something every couple of hours to keep my metabolism going. And exercise, of course. And proper rest. Blah, blah, blah.