Post One Night Stand-Guilt Free

I don’t feel bad the next morning. I mean, my head is pounding like hell and I have a case of cottonmouth that may never be squelched, but I don’t feel guilty for what happened with LA. In fact, it’s a bit invigorating. Yes, I used LA and that probably wasn’t the nicest thing I ever did. But really, it depends on how you look at it. Was it better to let him want for me day after day or to give him one night that he can always remember? Yes, I too think I did him a favor. I am a good Samaritan. I’m a giver. I did something nice for someone. When was the last time someone did something nice for me? Well, I’ll do something nice for me then. I go shopping. I buy a few shirts. I feel better now that I’ve been rewarded. I throw in a haircut just for fun. MOB loves my long hair and twirling his fingers through the blonde ends. I have the lady take off four inches and add red highlights.

I head to dinner with an online cutie. He’s not gay. He’s good-looking and has a brilliant career in law. Unfortunately, he forgets I have eyes and talks to my tits during our entire conversation. Although I’m not hungry, I order an appetizer, the lobster and a bottle of wine. He doesn’t even flinch. Whatever the breasts want, the breasts get. While he drools over my chest, I spend the rest of dinner staring at the mole on the left side of his neck, just above his collar. I name it Gerald.