I have seen TNG for 10 straight days. Sunday, he met my friends. It’s okay. He’s great — sweet, affectionate, generous, loving, etc. The sex is not good. It’s so not good — parts of it are great, parts of it are very frustrating — that I have taken it off the table for now. Our dates are wonderful and I miss him when he’s gone.
I did not go out with my make-out buddy because he confessed to carrying t-w-o stds. Poor guy. He thought I knew. I didn’t. He’s still hot, but now he’s hot and sad.
I did not go out with Brawny. I had to cancel on him, then he canceled on me, so I replaced him with TNG again. Rescheduling for this week.
Spent all Friday afternoon chatting with LP. He sent new photos — so handsome — and was very sweet and very vulnerable. He asked if we could be together when he’s back — whenever the fuck that is. I said yes because I do love him and I do miss him and I do want to see if we could make this work.
BFD came back early, called Thursday to hang out, but I was with TNG who then asked if I thought BFD had chipped my car. I hadn’t until then. After that, I left the car at my building when I was with TNG.
Weight is up, but not appreciably.
I am exhausted and behind on everything.
BP fired me dramatically and things are tense between us. They will be more tense when I show up an hour late today, as I am still in bed and I should be driving right now to an out of town meeting.
More on all these things later.