shilly-shallying

Hi, this is me, procrastinating. I have work to do that I'm not excited about. Plus I'm extremely restless and antsy. This happens a lot, but especially after sex. Which makes sense on the one hand but is completely crazy on the other. I dunno, I'm so weird sometimes. Jazz hands. Or something.

a coffee date and my brain

Not much to report in the sexy realm these days...that I can write about anyway. I am meeting "Dave", a new guy for coffee tomorrow so that will be fun. Or something. I'm not sure he's my type but I'm bored and have some free time so whatever.

I've found myself confiding in strangers a lot lately, which is interesting to me because I always try to analyze myself and try to figure out why I do the things I do or feel the way I feel. Why is it easier and many times less frightening to tell your secrets to someone you don't even know than it is to share them with your closest friends? Maybe because you are less likely to give two shits about what a stranger may think of you after knowing the secrets? Hmmmmm.

The human brain is a many splendored thing...actually no, I think that was love or something.

I'll let you know how my coffee date goes tomorrow.

xoxo,
Bella

What I need is...

A rebound. What a double entendre that is, eh?

I have come to the conclusion that I need a rebound/reentry (snicker) fuck to help me get off this mental hamster wheel I'm spinning in regarding our/my last relationship. No strings attached slam bam thank you ma'am now please go home and don't bug me. A good clear my head and reset my brain kind of fuck, ya know? It doesn't even have to involve any sort of BDSM, just a good ol' solid vanilla bangin'.

Its not even that I want/need to "get over" him because I'll always love him (cue cheesy music), but it's more like I need to get past him in my head. If that makes any sense.

I texted a bit with the wife of our new couple friends today but I can't decide if that's going anywhere or not. Honestly, this whole thing is just a matter of putting more effort into a search and I haven't really done that wholeheartedly yet. It's like looking for a new job. You gotta be picky because its kind of a big deal. And it takes time and effort and I'm lazy. What I need is to fuck someone I already know. Ahem. You know who you are. Wink wink. Call me.

For now, I'm off to jump Mr. Man and oh, here's a couple of new pics.

This post filed under "good god I'm such a whore". Heh.

xoxo,
Bella