Confusion. Pure and utter confusion was my state after sleeping with the Big X. Overall, I didn't know what I was feeling, but I did realize that my feelings for him had changed in the seven months we had been apart. Everything with him was so easy and I did miss him. But at the same time, he had hurt me so bad, there was a part of me that had written him off. Written us off. It felt different.
I needed to meet new guys, not The Big X, not Jew Boy, but new guys! I had many perspective dates, but it seemed like something was wrong with each of them. Either they were too desperate or not interested enough. For fuck's sake, can't I just get some kind of balance here?
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My writing started many years back, as a way to remember important events in my life. It since has morphed into an outlet for my emotions and thoughts on the single life, my relationships, sexual exploration, love and finding myself. Welcome to my daily life and the bad (and few good) decisions I make! My life is an open book to all that I know. I am honest, terribly honest. I always give it STRAIGHT UP.
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