Pouring Bacardi from a big jug of rum into a cup meant to hold coffee creamer into a smaller Bacardi bottle so the guy you’re dating doesn’t think you are a total lush when you show up with bottle in hand.
He doesn’t need to know I drank an entire bottle of this stuff a few months ago. 
My friend Deb called me tonight to see how things were going with MM.
I recapped the weekend’s date and mentioned that I kept my pants on all evening.
Dead silence, then a shriek: “YOU HAVEN’T GIVEN IT UP YET????”
Umm yeah.
Then again, Deb’s right to be surprised. The girl knows me well.
In my attempt to not wait for the FWB to make up his mind, I joined Match.
(Side note : Some people have no common courtesy. If you’re not interested, fucking tell me. Don’t just look at my profile and ignore my e-mail.)
A guy from Louisville e-mailed me, so we spent about an hour or so last night IMing. We continued that conversation this morning. It was just your normal “get to know you” conversation.
Then he wanted to have sex. Today.
I said no and he got pissed.
Fuck off and die asshole.
That’s one of Miss Sodapop’s favorite things to say to me in regards to the FWB. To tell you the truth, I don’t know what the hell is going on or what’s going to happen. I do know this: I’m fucking tired of being in a holding pattern.
He’s one of my best friends, but he’s fucking stupid (well, I guess that’s a given since he’s a boy). When Soda and I went to see Phantom of the Opera, he went with his ex-wife. He says he’s in a difficult position because he cares for me, but wants to do what’s best for his kids and says that includes his ex in some way. How, he’s not sure. I know he has his kids to consider, so I don’t want to appear to be totally selfish… but when the fuck is it going to be about me?? Seriously.
The time has come for me to do what I need to do. I’m not going to change the way things are between he and I, but you know what? I’m not going to sit here and watch my life pass by as he tries to make up his fucking mind. If something (or someone) else comes along in the meantime, then it’s his fucking loss.