Last night we tried to pick people up from the internet.  It didn’t go as planned.  I’m far more cheerful about it than one might expect.  I had a lot of fun singing karaoke.  And the DJ was way hotter than the guy I was there to meet so eye candy was nice. I felt like a cougar.  The DJ looked barely legal.

I’m not actually sad about it not working out.  I often like the idea more than the actuality.  I felt fun and interesting while only having to commit to sex with Noah.  Yay.  I’m really weird about sex with Noah not being as exciting as sex with… well… just about anyone else.  It’s different.  It’s not that I dislike sex with Noah.  It’s just that it’s different.

Being interested and willing in having sex just for sex is different.  When I’m in that mood, sometimes Noah is perfect and sometimes he’ll do cause he’s here.  I almost think that Noah is thrilled about the days when it really doesn’t matter who the dick belongs to.