Holy Hell! Someone read my blog!

This guy Tim read my blog and posted a really nice Chasing Amy style comment (on the Close your eyes... post) He has the coolest computer desk ever.

Anyway, I snatched Big from the airport Saturday afternoon and we spent the rest of the day together watching movies, and most of the night drinking frozen strawberry jesus juice, made courtesy of my Magic Bullet. (Which is not a sex toy, I promise, although the iced cappucinos are orgasmic- zing!)

And sex. Did I mention sex? I missed sex. *sigh*

The original plan was to go bowling and have a big night out kinda thing, but it didn't happen that way. I was way too tired having stayed up all night friday and then battling my way through the shittily closed down I-40 E towards Nasvhille International. I did well to stay up as long as I did. Sunday was a huge fricking event. I'll blog that later- I'll just say that mechanics who refuse to change the battery in a Dodge Intrepid can kiss my shiny yellow ass.

For shits and giggles, several of my online dating service profiles are still active. Well, shits, giggles, and the fact that I'm just too damn lazy to e-mail them and say take my profile down, you bastards!

Anyway, the one where I met Aiden. *snicker*

I got this email from this guy who writes in his subject line "I'm not pudgy but..."

Well, I'm intrigued. See, I specifically write in my profile that I like pudgy guys, biting the heads off of gummy bears, and sex. Lots of sex.

He continues- I think. See, this letter... it's bad. I think the guy who wrote it was either drunk, 11 years old, or a drunk 11 year old with no grasp of grammar or punctuation. Not that I'm perfect or anything, but the gist of it seemed a lot like he told me that I'd like sex more if I dropped a few pounds. And if I want to see what he looks like show up at somewhere (it looked like German words...) on the 17th (of when exactly? s'posed to be his birthday?) and that he'd be too oblivious to notice me but I could get an eyeful.

Oh, and he's working on a six pack. Fuck that-

Sorry, but if I'm gonna drink, I'm going straight for the keg, you know what I mean?

I replied, "Honey, it would be impossible for me to enjoy sex any more than I do."

Take that!

By the way, I'm not a slut, I just enjoy getting off. Who doesn't enjoy that!?