HOW COULD I FORGET?

Oh wow, I forgot to share this part.

He asked me, legit mid hook up (I think), not while we were actually having sex because I can remember exactly how we were laying and how he looked when he asked me this ah! The AUDACITY of this man!!! Precious Pete no longer so precious!

Okay, okay he goes: "When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

EXCUSE MEEEEEE? Now the question itself was just too good to fall into the I'mreallydrunkandwon'trememberthistomorrow category but what followed after that lovely, sweet, totally normal comment I forget. So it's killing me because not only do I not remember how I replied (I do remember being totally shocked and flabbergasted) but even worse! I don't remember what he explanation was, like excuse me what the fuck does that mean?

So now I'm left, morning after and awfully hungover at work, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind that made him ask me this.

Perhaps I'm just screaming "I'm alone and haven't got laid in ages." (Which thinking back about the night with Adam... I don't necessarily know if I can say that, eh). Maybe it was his way of saying "why won't you just get off already?" Or maybe he just sensed that I was holding something back, not giving in to actually intimacy (was I giving that off? ugh, I try not to let anyone see that).

So this is going to continue to plague me all day. And I texted him over an hour ago (he texted me first, don't worry) but he hasn't responded yet?

Is he already kicking me to the curb? Oh no, I hope he gets over the fact that I put out on the first date and actually wants to see me again. Despite being appalled (but not surprised) but my antics, I really just cannot stop smiling when I think about him and would die if this turns in to another one night stand.

Ugh.

just a number?

I have exactly 13 minutes before my meeting with the company's accountant. Ugh, (uuuuggh even worse! the 'ugh' groan reminds me of Ryan P, inside jokes making getting over someone hard) anyways! Who enjoys meeting with accountants? I hate numbers, I hate math - even though I'm really good at it, if we're going to keep with this honest trend - math even used to be my favorite subject in school... don't quite know when I started hating numbers and money and math so much. Perhaps it was when I was old enough to realize that I'll never have as much money as I want and watching my bank account dwindle away after my shopping and coffee and bar habit.. well that's not as fun as my 9th grade math class, now is it?

Okay, so since this is my first day with the blog, I've wanted to post like, well constantly. I should jump on this eagerness, it's sure to fade within a week but alas I've waiting until, now 10 minutes before a meeting to write. So I'll keep it to something quick and easy. Ha, easy... interesting. My number? I can't even tell you right now I'm literally going to have to think about it. Awhile ago I told myself I'd stop counting. Not because it's so many people, just because. I mean, why should we have to walk around (in heels, at night, in a bar) with this magical number attached to our name (and perhaps body) as if anyone else ought to be able to judge me for it?

Okay, I'm avoiding the issue... let me count thy waaays, or people. Jon, Luke, Zach, Andrew, Jamie, Brandon, Will, Todd, Brian, David, Matt, Lucas. I'm forgetting people. Who am I forgetting? And isn't it terrible that I could forget someone I've slept with? Brendan. Hahah, I just realized the part of my life I was leaving out. Awww, how could I.. jackass... Ian. UGH! Lucas (the first) OH god, it's really coming to me now... Ryan. SIXTEEN? OH MY GOD. I haven't said that number before... well ladies and gents, I said I was going to be honest, and that's honest.

I've called myself a slut before, a whore, a homewrecker (unfortunately true)... AAH!!!! SEVENTEEN! I forgot about Tommy. Aah, the ultimate one night stand. The ultimate absolutely wish it never happened, one night stand. Whore. Ugh...