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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Two Hot Guys Don't Mean That Much
I met two super hot guys in the past four days. Both could be future "prospects"... or maybe they already are.
The first, *Designer*, an interior decorator, I met late Saturday night at a club. We retreated to a late-nite cafe to chat. I stared deeply into his magical eyes and ended the evening with a brief kiss at 3am in the morning. I was surprise to receive a phonecall 10 hours later. He said he wanted to make sure that my number works. He's a Virgo, I'm a Saggitarrius.
The second guy, *Dancer*, I met last night at Starbucks. (As an aside, I just realized that Starbucks is a place infested with handsome intellectual guys. I should stop by more often.) Dancer has amazing memorable eyes. Our conversation flowed so easily. I was the one who said hello, and was pleasantly surprised of the inviting reception I received from this attractive guy.
Both men are interesting and interested. I'm intrigued but somewhat emotionally detached. I'm looking for something exciting. But, I have a 'I Don't Care' mentality. It's like having a new toy. It's fun playing with it, but if it breaks, oh well. No big loss.
I want to go through the motions of wherever this boredom might lead me. My assessment of my attraction to Designer is that it's purely on a sexual standpoint. The sexual chemistry is very strong. I see the two of us fucking like animals. There's a part of me that do not want to give him a chance.
Dancer? Ditto.
Could it be that thoughts of Rockboy still linger. Well, I suppose that's a no brainer. I guess this is part of the healing process. I'm simply documenting.
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Here's another aside, I just had an epiphany. I see myself having wet, wild & sweaty sex throughout the Christmas holidays. Hallelujah!
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