I was approaching my building today and was behind my next door neighbor who had just taken her dog out for a walk. To avoid having to ride up in the elevator with her I went into the grocery store, pretended to be interested in the magazines, decided she'd had enough time to get upstairs, then proceeded to go to my building.
I'm so lame but I don't like her and she never says hi to me even though I say hi to her and she smells weird.
On another note, I haven't had sex in seven months. I'm not interested in breaking any records. I've accomplished enough in my life. This has become a problem for me when I meet a guy I actually like. We're supposed to hold off on having sex with them for awhile right? I know there are no absolutes in dating but typically men like a bit of a chase - caveman instincts, yada, yada - but the problem is I'm 33 years old...in the prime of my sexual peak...and I NEED it!
I finally understand what my 18-year-old-football-player boyfriend was talking about back in high school. He wasn't lying!
So when I meet a guy I'm attracted to it's tough for me not to pounce. But I must control myself.
No pouncing. NO pouncing.
In the meantime though... I wish my guy from LA would come visit me. Or my guy from Atlanta. Or at the very least I need to find a London guy to keep me going until a Man comes along....
I've tried Match.com in both LA and NYC. I just joined the London network. Let's see what happens. So far only one guy who's sent a message is remotely cute enough to elicit a response.
Just knowing he's out there though... whatever his real name is... keeps the hope alive.
No pressure of course.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Neighbor
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