I just got home, but I'm not ready to go to bed. At least not to go to sleep.

I went to Sean's place. It looks a lot different sober. He invited me over to watch a movie, which to me means have sex. Anyone that has ready some of my older blog enteries knows that by time the movie's opening credits are over my clothes are usually on the floor.

Tonight, didn't really work like that. He puts the DVD in, I have to turn out the lights (not that lights have ever stopped my from having sex). He sits on almost the opposite end of the couch. I slide next to him. I put my hand on leg. No reaction. I start rubbing it. Finally, a reaction...he kisses me then looks back at the television screen.

That was bad enough but when I put my hands between my legs he actually said something a long the lines of "c'mon let's watch the movie." That was all it took to turn me off and wait until I got home to turn on my vibe.

I may sound a little mad, maybe I am. But at the same time I'm enjoying the chase.