I hope everyone had a good weekend. Mine wasn't bad considering it was a crazy holiday weekend and I worked almost every minute of it.

It's still beyond me why anyone would want to go the mall on holiday when there isn't even an empty parking spot in the whole mall, when the crowds make it impossible to move and when the lines are long.

The crowds don't really bother me anymore. What bothered me today was that almost every girl I rang up today had a picture in her wallet. A picture of her and her boyfriend. The couple was always smiling in that picture. I've never had a picture like that in my wallet. At least not since high school, when I carried a picture of my boyfriend and I from prom.

Is it too much to ask for me to have someone worth a wallet picture.

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.

It's been an interesting week so far.

Monday night, I went out for a drink with some of my friends from work. I planned on having one drink then coming home and writing on my blog how lonely I was. Instead one drink turned into two, then just one more until one drink became six. I was somewhere beyond on the happy buzz state and intoxication. I planned on making a drunk phonecall to my old friend, the one I had phonesex with the other night. But instead my phone started ringing right before I started to dial. I told everyone around me it was a miracle. It was Sean calling.

Small talk quickly led me leaving my friends and heading to a quiet spot in the bar to tell Sean how horny I was. It took a few minutes to convince him that I wasn't drunk (which I was) that I was just buzzed.

An hour or so later, I was at the door to his apartment. Literally, jumping into his arms when he opened the door. He slammed the door shut and pushed me up against the wall. It was hot. He pushed his body against me. His hands running over me. Our lips locked. It was passionate. It reminded me a scene from a movie where to lost lovers reunite.

I was ready to go to his bed. We made it to his living room couch. My hands went for his pants. I removed every obstacle between my mouth and his cock. It probably wasn't the best head I've given but while I was doing it I felt like a porn star. In reality, it was quick, rushed and sloppy. I'm lucky I didn't accidentally bite him. But it was enough to make him cum.

We finally, went up to his bedroom. He was one of those caring and sensitive types. He slowly removed my clothes. He took the time to kiss and lick each part of my skin that became exposed. It would've been great if that was what I wanted. At that point. I wanted him. I wanted him deep inside of me. Fucking me hard. Pounding me and all that good stuff.

Finally when all of my clothes were off he went down on me. It was nice. I'd even say he was good at it. He brought me close but I was still too drunk to cum. It bad, but I eventually faked an orgasm so that he would let me go to sleep. But don't get me wrong, I was having fun, I enjoyed it, I just wanted something more.

I woke up the next morning, naked and dehydrated. I did one of those "where am I" things. I was kind of nervous at first then smiled.

He was still asleep but I was already on the verge of being late for work so I left without saying goodbye. He called me last night but I was out again. This time not getting wanted, just running around causing trouble. I thought about calling him back when I got home at one a.m. but decided to wait for another night.

I'm glad everyone seems to like the redesign so far. For those that were curious there is a good chance the photo on the header is of me.

In other news, I haven't had an update since Sunday night because I had a wild night last night. A very good night. Tonight wasn't bad either. More details will be released sometime when I'm not so tired where I can't see clearly.

Well what do you think? I think it needs some more color but I like it so far. Any comments?

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In other news I'm working on a redesign of this site to get away from the boring blogger template. I have a lot of free time on my hands right now. I'm waiting for Sean to call and waiting and waiting. I know I could call him but that would be too simple. I like to wallow in misery and self-doubt.

A little after midnight I was getting ready for bed. My cell rang. I was going to ignore it but it was an old friend. A guy I usually call when I'm drunk. He never calls me. It was his turn to do the drunk dialing.

I have a long history with this guy. We met when I was still in college. He's a few years older. We met at the Jersey Shore when we were both on vacation. I think both of our intentions that night were to find someone to go home with. Instead we messed up became friends. We exchanged numbers and kept in contact off and on. Even though I moved half way across the country we still talk.

It started as friends. There was some sort of connection but most of the time one of us has a significant other or we both do. We're both single right now and he promised to come visit this summer. He's promised that before. We'll see if it really happens.

Anyways, back to the phonecall. He was drunk. Did a lot of rambling. Telling me how much he missed me. How much he needed me. Told me I was his one. Blah blah blah. The same things I say to him when I'm drunk.

He tells me how horny he is. That's all it takes to turn me on. I'm already in bed. My clothes start to come off (which is kind of difficult when you're talking on the phone). I broke out my dildo. And even though the conversation wasn't that great, just the thought of him in my head doing the things to me he talked about was all I needed. I had no problems bringing myself to orgasm. He never came, he was too drunk but I promised to make him cum no matter how drunk he was if he ever came to visit me.

Sean called me while I was writing this. I think I'm going to call him back now.

Went out tonight for a few drinks. Unfortunately, I'm still sober. Unfortunately, I came home alone. And unfortunately I have to work in the morning.

But I did have an interesting encounter tonight at the bar. No, not that kind of encounter. I wish. Ran into a girl I used to be semi-friends with. We used to hang out, go out to bars together, go out clubbing and chase guys. Well, one night we ran into one of her male friends, Nick. She was there with her boyfriend so she left me to hang out with Nick. We kind of hit it off and exchanged numbers. We hung out a few times, had a little fun together. We had casual sex but nothing serious. I found out that during this time, he was also fucking my friend. She never knew that I knew. It really didn't bother me, Nick didn't mean anything to me other than a hard cock. It just bothered me that she didn't tell me. I never said anything to her. I just distanced myself from her and stopped hanging out with her.

So it was awkward when I ran into her tonight. She asked me if I still talked to Nick. I said, I hadn't talked to him in a long time.

If I was an evil person, I'd be almost tempted to call up her boyfriend, now fiancee and see if he was still interested in me. One time when he was drunk he did hit on me.

Ha...thought you could get rid of me that easily? I doubt it.

Sorry for the lack of updates. There really isn't much to report right now. The British guy was one weekend thing. The accent was cute. The British dialect was interesting too bad he wasn't.

Since then I've met three guys. Things seem to be following a pattern. I meet a guy. We seem to hit it off. We hook-up (my definition of hooking up is just kissing - not sex). I learn more about him. Something turns me off about him. One guy was too much into cars. The other just was attracted to my chest. The third just wanted sex.

Not that I just don't want sex...I just want to have sex with the right person. I don't mean it has to be the right one as in "I'll spend the rest of my life with him" - I mean someone that would be more than just a hook-up. Someone that would be more than just a fuck. Someone that would be more to me then just another cock.