What's Happening Now

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't look at me like that. If you've been reading for a while, you knew it was coming. Anyway, I know it's been a while, so lets get you updated on what's transpired in the mean time and inbetween time:

1. I may have to change Stem's nickname to Shug because, thanks to the color purple (and LGBT Spirit Day), I'm now 99.9% sure she's gay. That's progress, I guess. But not much else has changed between us, unfortunately. I've been over at her site a lot lately, but I've only really gotten to talk with her once, and that was only for about ten minutes. The talk was good, though. She was feeling my outfit (which was very studtastic). "You look nice," she said. I returned the compliment, but I made it clear that I wasn't talking about her clothes. Stem just did what she always does: stare me up and down and look like she doesn't know whether she wants to fuck me on the spot or run far away whenever our eyes meet for too long.  Mind you, things were a bit awkward because we had company in the form of Apples, but, damn. I may never not be ridiculously attracted to her, but this *motions with hand* - whatever this is - is turning me off.

So a note to any of the ladies out there who like what they read: If you are not the type of woman who will approach a stud, you're going to have to give me some kind of definite sign if you want me to pursue you.  For the record, "Hey, K, I think you're cute / I like you / you should take me out / what are you doing Saturday / let's go to the movies/out to eat/dancing/ let's fuck *lol*" works wonders, though.

2. SFG is single. Engagement off. Relationship done. And she seems like she's ready to move on. Am I hoping she moves on to me? Well......she can get on me anytime, but as far as a relationship goes? Not so much, anymore. The more I learn about her, the less she seems like a potential Mrs. K.

3. Pokey and I are doing great as fuck buddies, but it's coming to that point where we're trying to decide whether we're becoming something more and whether or not it would be a mistake to pursue it. The holidays are coming up, and, while we agree that gift giving and watchnight services are too much, we'd both like someone to cuddle with through all 24 hours of A Christmas Story.  And the sex is ........ lawd - just what I needed. I'm only writing this post now because our bodies forced us to tap out. I now know what my "orgasms in one day" limit is. *lol* I'm laughing now, but, dammit, that last one hurt.

I've come to the conclusion that I could be ready to begin a new relationship, but, while Pokey has a firm hold on my body and I like her a lot, someone else - let's call her Jane Doe- is really intriguing to my mind, which is the only true way to my heart.

4. Yeah, about Jane Doe: I'm an idiot. Probably the most ill-advised crush I've ever had. It's not her, though. It's the whole situation - not that that makes it any better. I keep asking myself if I only want it so much because it's seems improbable (at least to me. And still, improbable is not impossible.) that I'm going to get it. And I keep coming back to the same answer: I want it.

Ugh.

I'm hopeless.

5. My confidence with women never needed much help, but it will probably be ridiculous pretty soon. Fatter pockets will do that to ya. It's not just the money; it's the swag that comes with the upgraded wardrobe, the new toys, the better health insurance *lol*, the ability to do what you want, how you want, when you want (within reason. I ain't got it quite like that, yet.) and not worry that your bill, food, and gas money is going to be tight. The new stacks are definitely playing a roll in me feeling like I don't have to fall back off of chicks with certain expectations or chicks who I feel deserve the kind of stability and good life I couldn't provide before.

I was a catch before, but now...Shiiiiiiit.

Now if I could just find the right lady, I'd gladly nibble her bait.