Sunday, September 23, 2007

Mimi! Mimi!

Saturday afternoon, I was chatting with Y. I wanted to know when he would be returning my spare keys. He happened to be available that night, and I'm sure you can see where this is going.

He arrived around 9:30. We started drinking my very good bourbon. We watched a DVD [Lady in the Water]. And, yeah, well, somehow we ended up having teh buttsecks.

Gee. Wonder how that happened?

This morning, I made coffee. We blobbed around the house. And, um, ended up having more of teh buttsecks in the shower.

Gee. Wonder how that happened?

Oddly enough, I'm not overly concerned about it [I think the pre-game peptalk IM with Sin the Pornographer helped]. Maybe I've been able to separate sex and love? Maybe I'm emotionally detached? Or maybe I'm still emotionally attached and this was some weird last chance thingy?

It's so strange. I don't feel sad about the break-up. I mean, Thursday night (all night) I felt awful. Friday, I felt sad. Saturday, I started to feel better. Now, I don't really feel anything. I don't understand. I need to think on this.

But, I'm not really sure what to think. *sigh*

6 comments:

  1. I'm not sure what to think either! Good luck sir.

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  2. We are all confused...

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  3. Sometimes the emotions have a way of just shutting down when the pain is deep enough. It's a form of self protection.

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  4. Emotions are funny things. Give yourself time to sort it out; don't think about it too hard.

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  5. But it's so obvious. My brilliance transformed your life.

    *shaking head at the obtuseness of people*

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  6. He basically breaks up with you, then you want to make the break up official and he asks why. Then he comes over and hangs out and wants sex.

    Men. I hates them all.

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