Don't Read This. It's About Sex.

I'm shocked and appalled at my recent slutty behavior.
Nah.
Actually I'm quite pleased. I've been 'busier' this past week than I was for the entire period of 1990-1998. Typically, my posts are laden with sorrow, failure, guilt and remorse , but today I'm feeling better than all that.

This all started two Fridays ago when Unknown Hippie Girl gave me one of most erotic kisses I've ever had. I think she may have been a shamaness, as she seems to have granted me an aura heretofore unknown to my usually wretched self. Women hit on me everywhere, all the time. I hope this new attractiveness lasts long enough for me to get sick of it.
(The Sun will explode before that happens.)

Last Wednesday Esmeralda calls. She's still got the boyfriend, but apparently he's having difficulty with his dingus, or some such thing. She oughta dump him and go out with me. I like her a lot and I'd be happy to keep her around.

When I got home I found that Third Kathy (from 1998?) has called. And called. And called until the memory on my phone was used up, I didn't know that was even possible. She sounds really crazy and wasted, which is normal . TK scares the hell out of me. Her two favorite things are cocaine and pain. *shudder*If she's calling , I'd better change my phone #.
And move.
To Alaska.

Friday, I'm training a cool new volunteer at the station. She's the one that I thought stood me up at the previous Friday's party, so I'm kinda surprised she showed up for tonight's session.
"What happened? I didn't see you Friday", I ask.

"I saw you. I was wearing a costume and didn't want to bother you".

"Why? I went there to see you."

"You were with your girlfriend."
Ohhh...
"Wait. I don't have a girlfriend. Let me be very clear and specific about this. I am available and interested".
Holy shit! Did I just say that? Usually ,if I like a girl, I just mumble and stare at my shuffling feet. Unless I'm drunk, in which case i often wind up embarrassing myself in the process. I was sober this time.

"Tomorrow night OK for you?"

"Yes."

Sunday was a day of rest.

Today , work was pretty hot. There's this 19-yr old girl who always seems to find reasons to visit my isolated damncube and talk. I just figured her as doing the normal teenage flirty thing, and I don't date kids less than half my age anyway. And she's always blathering about her fiance, who sounds like a real doofus.
So she asks me to show her something on the computer that she already knows how to do. She leans in close. Very close. So close that I stop typing.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Uh, your breasts have pinned my left hand to the keyboard. Not that I'm complaining."( And if i turn my head a few inches we'll be kissing).

She whispers into my ear. That's a pretty generous offer. I'm inclined to accept; if she's going to insist on playing w/ the grown-ups , so be it. I tell her we'll talk tomorrow. I really need to think this one out.
Later, I'm approached by a nice-looking Office Lady. She's only a couple years younger than me. Well within my Comfort Zone.

She introduces herself. We talk a bit and discover that we both have twin siblings, we both like music with really loud guitar and we both hate our job.
We go to lunch together and agree to make plans to go out this weekend.

I apologize for the lewdness and gloatness, but this is bizarre-in a very good way. Very confusing. Swear to Godzilla, I haven't had a serious relationship since 2000. It's a scary , yet irresistible concept. I still don't have that relationship, but I want to make the effort.
After writing this all out, I think I need to calm down a bit, make a decision about who I really like the most, and why I like her , then make the commitment attempt.

Writing sure does help the thinking.