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 Of course. That’s become the motto of the moment. It covers so many things and is, quite simply, the most appropriate response to most occurrences in life. Last week was a slow dragged out week of almosts. Type Geek and I tried late night naughtiness 3 nights in a row, with each night becoming a huge FAIL. Due to his work schedule, family issues, and his travel to Europe, he wasn’t able to make it work except for one night. That one night, however, he fell asleep without unlocking the door for me first. SIGH. Now, he is in Europe, drinking good beer, eating better food, and hopefully relaxing more than he has been able to in months.

Meanwhile, I was looking forward to the spare time so I could get to know Cooper Fiennes a bit more. I wasn’t sure what that meant yet exactly, BUT, I did know that it would be easier to explore it without the concerns of scheduling around Type Geek. I adore Type Geek. He is comfortable to be around, sweet and does this thing with his nose when he is in thought that just makes me die. It’s cute and endearing BUT also kind of a turn on because it’s so humanizing. I look forward to spending time with him when I do, but it is easy to make him a priority amongst my dates, as he has been around longer. The night he flew out I had dinner with C.F. and we just walked around the city for hours afterwards. He has lived here for a little bit now, but, there are many areas that he is unfamiliar with. Nicely played were his spontaneous attacks of kisses in doorways and exterior alcoves on a chilly night. We parted ways at the last train and I definitely was wanting more.

The next night he asked if I wanted to come have wine. I declined. I didn’t want to come over so soon, I knew where I might try to lead it, so I said I would rain check. He made a snarky comment about how his religion doesn’t allow him to have wine with the same beautiful woman two nights in a row anyway and he is, of course, very religious. So, it’s good I declined. I let him get away with corny ridiculous comments because he is always saying them in jest and with a smirk that forgives many things. Instead of an intense make out session with him, I stopped at Whole Foods, then wandered home for dinner and some writing. The next morning is when everything went WRONG.

My website was acting strangely and so I put in a support ticket. This support ticket led to a discussion of upgrades and an agreement on a pay-per-upgrade fee with my hosting site. As I looked around for my credit card so that I could pay the invoice, it was no where to be found. The day before a 3 day federal holiday weekend and now I need to get a new license, new social security card, new bank card, new LIFE. Ugh.I spent 2 hours in the Motor Vehicle offices getting my new license, the upside being that they allowed me to retake the god awful photo from ten years before. I was unsuccessful in the Social Security Card but I was successful in getting the bank to provide me cash without an id! Yes! I texted Cooper Fiennes about my day and said quite simply, “I need a drink”. He responded that he would think up something fun, so I should come meet him after walking my dog.

 That evening there was wandering around, there were cocktails, Indian food, and when he asked if I wanted to go home or…. I interrupted by saying, “I’ll take a cab, let’s go make out”. We spent 2 hours chatting at his place, showing each other photos on Facebook, and staying a foot apart at all times. Were we pilgrims? Amish? WTF is with this distance thing? I think we were both trying to access the situation. Eventually I laid across his bed as I read something he was showing me, hoping that my horizontal position would inspire some decision making on his part. Did it EVER!! I was fully planning a night of MAKING OUT, but, I brought condoms JUST IN CASE. I also had no idea of size, so I brought regular and large versions of the Kimono MicroThins. 4 hours of awesome sex later, we fell asleep to the sun coming up and birds chirping outside the window. Iced Coffee, random street kisses and sideways smirks were how we ended the morning as we came into the city together and went off to do our separate things.

On Sunday I decided to do some housework and hang out in my general home area. AS I was trying to open the jammed window, I slipped and ended up falling into the window just enough to spider web it. Anyone ever try to get a replacement glass repair done on a window over a holiday weekend?I opted to wait until midweek on that but Cooper Fiennes was insistent on my meeting up after his picnic so that he could cheer me up. Coffee and a late dinner mixed with back rubs and kisses in the public park were not just what THAT doctor ordered but also what really cured my grr. We said ciao at the last train and headed our separate ways, only after seeing a naked man in the hotel window 4 floors above the train station. This set both of our minds wandering and resulted in several hours of gchat sexual confessions once we both arrived at our homes. I slept 4 hours, fully committed to spending Monday getting the work done around the house that I said I would, only CF texted me at noon asking if I was hungry. So, brunch at 2:30 turned into ice cream at 4 and his taking an hour rowing class while I walked around a bit. Then we met back up, had a not so late, for us, dinner, and more back rubs and make outs on our park bench before the last train. I wanted to go home with him. I also wanted to curse mother nature since my period showed up yesterday, eliminating the endless sex I was planning for the week. Sigh.

I’m having moments of feeling guilty for carrying on with two men at one time. Why should I though? I’m not exclusive with either. I haven’t lied, I am practicing safe sex and, other than the annoying douche bag former lawyer guy from a few weeks ago, these are not one night stands. These are men whom I am genuinely interested in and enjoy their company. One of the situations has a clearly defined expiration date due to the nature of his research and his return to Barcelona. The other? Well, we shall see what becomes of that. I’m not going to be the one to have that conversation about exclusivity, because I don’t want to answer the question when it shows up. Avoidance and a lot of weaving and ducking… those will be my weapon, should the conversation be brought up by Type Geek.

The holiday weekend is over. There are over 50 wildfires in Quebec and I wonder if the Mayan’s might be right about 2012. If so, I plan on living as much as possible between now and then. If that means some sexy Spaniard and some orally fixated musician turned designer at this juncture in time, then, of course, bring it on!

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You know when you hit a certain age and things hurt? When you turn things seem to just fall apart because suddenly you aren’t mocking the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” lady because suddenly you are her. I threw out part of my back and shoulder yesterday. Excruciating pain, limited mobility. Add insult to injury… I am still on my cleanse so no comfort food AND I started my period. Ha, funny joke world. But enough about literal me, you want the dirt.
 
This weekend was fairly uneventful. The weather was amazing so I met up with a documentary filmmaker for some iced green tea, just about the only thing besides lemon juice, cayenne, maple syrup and water, which I am allowed to consume. He was okay. Tall. More handsome in his photos. Kinda scruffy but less in a sexy way and more in a lazy way.
 
We sat in the local greenway and chatted as we people watched and kept my dog from killing other dogs. Eventually we moved to the tea shop and, amusingly enough, as we were walking in, I noticed someone on the patio engaged in an apparent 1st date whom I had been corresponding on line with back in December. We never were quite able to get our schedules together. So, after we pick up our teas from inside, I try to steer Doc Film Boy to an bench away from the cafe or at least the other side of the patio BUT he insists that we should sit on the ledge of the patio, coincidentally, right next to Euro Pastry Chef and his eastern european first date, Oy. I was certain he would recognize me. On this particular day I happened to look just like my profile photo. My dog kept bothering his date who was yammering away and I could see there was zero chemistry. We all chatted at one point. I was so sure that he recognized me. Doc Film Boy and I eventually left, as he had a project to get back to and, quite frankly, there was as much chemistry between us as two blind and deaf strangers sitting three seats away from each other. I wished the Euro Pastry Boy and his date a good day and walked my date back to his place.
 
The weather was so nice that my pooch and I decided to do some wandering. We found an amazing used book store and stocked up on some great books by Kazan, Baker, Robbins, and Rilke, and we then picked her up some dinner, since her raw dog food had just finished off that morning. Raw lamb anyone?
 
Sunday was another day out in the sun. The first weekend of May always brings street festivals, so the pup and I boarded the train and headed out to one of the bigger ones. This particular festival is hell to anyone on a liquid dietary cleanse. Sigh, the food smelled soooo good. We received a text that afternoon that Type Geek would be unable to meet up as originally intended due to a family crisis. His brother was in town visiting for their parent’s anniversary and the upcoming Mother’s Day weekend and looked like utter death. He had been trying to self treat a chronic health problem that turned his system septic. He was jaundiced, internally bleeding, and 40 pounds thinner than he had been just 5 months earlier. The family staged an intervention and brought him to the ER. Days later he is now stabilized and moved to a better care facility but still in ICU. The doctors have yet to determine what is the cause of all of his problems, let alone what the long term affects are. So, Type Geek was spending the entire day in hospital emergency waiting rooms while I laid in the grass with my dog and an iced green tea on a sunny 80+ degree May Sunday. I think I definitely got the better deal of the hand on that one, wouldn’t you say.
 
Oh and regarding the Euro Pastry guy, I emailed him when I had settled in at home Saturday evening. Apologizing that my dog had disturbed his date and reiterating that I had truly TRIED to get my date to NOT sit where we did. Interestingly enough, he didn’t recognize me. He did however respond that, wow, I am quite pretty. Ha Ha. So, we have been bantering back and forth a bit since Sunday morning. I am also talking with a divorced man from San Diego who loves good fish tacos as much as I and used to own art galleries. So, who knows what the week will bring. And Monday? It started off with Brooklyn acknowledging and apologizing for how unfair he has been, admitting that it’s a shite thing he is doing to me, but that he needs to do self work alone at the moment. I really appreciated that. I miss him and I could really use a back rub from him right about now.    

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