I'm totally over that ding-dong I wrote about last time. I still have to throw out the pajama pants that he accidentally ripped. His joke is "even your pants wouldn't let me where the pants." I thought we could be friends, because that's what he wanted, but he would never hang out with me in real life. Earlier this month I finally cut him out! I am so proud. I'm not good at totally forgetting about people- I try to at least be friends but it's a shit show when they remind you what went wrong or that they would totally be down for some freaky fun times NSA. I'm all about the getting down sometimes but there can't be any emotional crap from the past in the back of my head. Last month I had the perfect NSA experience- an old co-worker who was in town for a week that I never had feelings for and never thought of banging until that week I think. He used to be a little chunker but all that struggling through EMT training/work and surfing a lot chiseled him down to a mean bearded sex machine. Who knew that if I quit saying "no" I would have a lot more sex. But apparently with some dudes if girls try to initiate it they get all emasculated and aren't into it. So girls, pretend you don't give a shit.
So this year here's the score so far: Brain: 1, Vagina: 1
