Thursday, May 05, 2005

Mike called a few minutes ago. Little does he know that I'm seldom conscious at this hour. :-) I have work to do on a paper but he said we could meet up on campus later while I take a break. He'd suggested that he come pick me up at my apartment again; I think he really wants me to let him in, in more ways than one. Good thing my apartment needs a thorough scrubbing from top to bottom before I can have any guests; it'll be a means to keep him at bay. It cracks me up that he's in such a hurry. I totally get the impression that he's sowing his oats, which isn't necessarily a bad thing because I'm not ready to settle down either. One thing I'd like to see different about him is, I'd like to see him laugh more. He's so focused and serious. Also I wonder, if/when we have sex, he can answer to my request of giving it to me slow. I remember 21-year-old sex and it was like riding a race horse. I've had enough of that.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:54 AM

1 Comments:

At 8:36 PM, Blogger Lois Lane said...

No ifs, just when. I've also outgrown the giddy-up Hoss treatment.
Lois Lane

 

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