I'll buy your memoirs when you get around to writing them.
And of course it was an accident.
You guys! It really was an accident. You don't understand my mental state. I was still so shell-shocked from my SSM that I wasn't thinking that he was sexually attracted to me even though he did things that any semi-rational woman would have interpreted that way. For instance, at one point in the evening he leaned into my neck to smell my perfume and said "You can always smell that way." It was like I was convinced that most men were or would be LD in relation to me no matter what evidence was presented. This was still true even though I had already had sex with Teddy and let the guy who I am trying to forget about maul me a bit.
However, it is the case that now that I've "remembered" that most men actually do want to have sex, I am back to the perennial problem of my youth which is that I have zero poker face to hide the fact that I want to have sex too and seriously round heels. Did I ever tell you guys about the time I read this book about reclaiming your virginity and then got stranded over night at a state park with this guy? Anyway, according to the book I just read "Be Honest You're Not That Into Him Either" I'm not supposed to have sex with men until I figure out whether I might want to be in a relationship with them in order to protect myself from dopamine/oxytocin infatuation which will cloud my judgment and to ensure adequate levels of vasopressin in the guy. I feel like this is going to be very hard for me to do, especially since a 6'5" , 230 lb. musician from Detroit just e-mailed me. My knees are kind of wobbly already and he hasn't even asked me out yet.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
