The evening distinctly improved. Snuggling and Thai food for dinner. Yummy fooling around after he finished packing. I still can’t believe that he didn’t finish his packing sooner. It blows my mind. I didn’t tell him what I was thinking/feeling because it didn’t seem right. I’m sure there were a variety of convenience factors involved in him deciding to ask me to spend last night with him instead of one of the other people he is dating but I’m trying to think positively. It is a struggle for me. It is a weird concept to wrap my mind around that I am going to miss him like crazy and still never have an empty night.

My date for Sunday called yesterday and cancelled. I’m not really upset. I don’t think that things are happening at all there and I think he and I need to just acknowledge it and call it good. My dance card is full enough.

Yummy orgasms. I am much less happy about being awake at 6 am than I was about being awake at 4:30. But I had a cock forcibly shoved down my throat at 4:30. That will make any girl happy. Or at least it should! Ah well. I should try to get some sleep. I’m sad and tired and somehow wired. I feel like such a freak!