I drank more wine this weekend than I’m comfortable admitting. I shed more tears than I have in the past year….probably two years. I did nothing but drink, cry, sleep and watch FaLaLaLa Lifetime xmas movies. And now I’m done. I allowed myself the weekend to grieve. Now it’s time to suck it up, renew my strength and get the fuck over it/him.
Hell, we didn’t even have sex. Maybe he knows he’s really bad in bed and he knew I’d be incredible so he got scared. I’m going to run with this theory. Why would I want to be with someone who sucks in bed?
Speaking of incredible sex Mr. Delicious was supposed to come get his cupcakes last night, but I didn’t really feel like making them so I asked him to wait till tonight. He said no problem. So tonight I’ll make his red velvet, look like a seductress, be wine-free and get that hug I so badly needed this weekend. I can already see how this will go down…he’ll come in, hug me hard, laugh at the dogs, sit down on my couch and turn on ESPN, ask if I’m ok, tell me he misses hanging out with me, brush the hair from my face and let his fingers softly touch my ear as he does, I’ll tingle, call him a tease, blush, want to remember what he feels like, want to use him to make some of the pain go away, he’ll oblige, kiss me, I’ll remember Alex’s words to not go back to him and push him away, ask him to leave, take his money, hand him a box of cupcakes and shut the door.
I have a new love for Moxie after this weekend. She’s never been as cuddly and sweet as she was this weekend, and it made my Cuddles jealous. He is still my numba one, but she’s higher up than she was before.
On Thanksgiving I met a Brazilian dude who was severely unattractive – big, burly, fat, with small eyes and pale skin, but I found myself totally attracted to his personality. Yes, while I was with The AA. He’s the one who took all the Thanksgiving pictures, so we’d exchanged contact information so he could send me the pics. Now I kinda have another agenda with him. I sent him an email this weekend suggesting we get together so he can help me practice my Portuguese. He seemed excited by the idea and suggested next weekend over lunch or dinner.
What is my agenda? Good writing material? I dunno, man.
