I thought for sure Jared, the guy from the club Saturday night would've called by now. Of course, I didn't get his number, I just gave him mine. I figured he would call me. I guess I thought wrong. Maybe he wasn't interested after all.

I thought we had something. The way he kissed me, the way he held me seemed different. Maybe, I should've slept with him. If he wasn't going to call me at least I could've gotten some sexual satisfaction out of it.

I'm so fucking horny. So fucking horny. I think about sex a lot, almost as much as a guy but today was worse than usual. I couldn't wait to get home. Of course traffic was worse than usual. When I finally got home, all I said to my roommate was that I was going to take a nap. Two seconds after my door was shut, my clothes were on the floor. I didn't care if they got wrinkled. My fingers felt so good but it wasn't enough. I tried to bring myself to orgasm but it didn't work. I came close to an orgasm but for some reason I couldn't go all the way. It was enough to satisfy me for the moment.

Four hours later, I'm ready for more. Maybe my fingers. Maybe a booty call. I promised myself no more booty calls. Sex with friends never works. Someone always gets hurt and it's usually me. But at this point I don't care. I may explode. That's a little bit extreme but see what happens when I don't get an important phone call. I hope he knows what he's missing.