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...