Very Weak

A week goes by with no thoughts of Jew Boy whirling in my head. I opened my email and as promptly as it said, "you have mail," bam he was back! The message presented a hundred million excuses as to why he has not called, but how he had been thinking of me. Actually, what he meant to say was, he had been away from home for weeks and his dick was hard! I read the entire email through several times, contemplating whether I should take him up on his offer to go out again.

To tell the truth, I didn't think we would see each other again. He had not crossed my mind, even with the memories of that amazing sexual encounter. Initially, I compared him too much to The Big X. Jew Boy, could not hold his own in my thoughts. He was a self-absorbed rich kid. He did not deserve me, so I semi-declined his request for a third date, but leaving the door cracked just a little.

I was at home alone and lonesome, on a Friday night, no less. I had an unstable moment and sent Jew Boy a text. I asked if he had landed and was ready for tomorrow night. He called. I don't know if I was lonely, but I enjoyed the chat with him tremendously. He didn't hold back the fact that he was glad to I had contacted him. At the termination of the call, he said he was looking forward to seeing me. I muttered, "Me too." I hung up the phone and said outloud, "Am I really?"