I'm watching True Blood now. Curiosity won me over and I ordered Season 1 through Netflix. I could pretend to be a fan of vampires, but other than really enjoying reading "The Historian" a couple of years ago, my interest in them is fleeting at best. No, the real draw here - naturally - is the sex.
Hey, when you've gone nearly eight months without, you take your erections where you can find them.
I might as well at least have a little drama and action to go along with the soft-core porn. And Anna Paquin is great eye candy. That Southern accent, those skimpy sun dresses that cling to her body like a second skin...mmm. Even the little gap in her teeth appeals to me. I think it makes her more real. In other words, she's not one of those completely unattainable stars like, say, Angelina Jolie. Maybe she has a thing for 40 year old guys who work for pressure washer manufacturers. Whoo-hoo! I have a shot!
Or maybe not. But it's a pretty riveting show, sex and gore aside. I'm only four episodes in, but the first season is only 12 episodes long so I should be able to get through it pretty quickly. Besides, it's a nice change of pace from the regular parade of true-crime stuff that inundates my DVR.
Has it really been eight months without sex...?
Sheesh. Even during that miserable summer of 2006, my dry spell only lasted six months. Thanks to Lynn. But, ugh - never again, no matter how desperate I get! And I've had some opportunities, but always I've held off pursuing them because of Crystal. I may kick myself later, but I know I've done the right thing.
So I have no idea why I texted Tanya yesterday. But that's something I won't dwell on in too much detail.
It's ten minutes to 4:00, and I'm almost outta here. Dinner is already finished; I made a pork ragu in the crockpot - all I've got to do is cook the pasta, and I'm all set. People often debate over the most important invention of the 20th century. Some claim it was television, others the computer. I say both of those are perfectly fine and important, but the greatest tool to spring forth from man's inspiration has been the crockpot. Seriously. I mean, I've been working hard all day, but when I walk through the door in half an hour I'll be met with the warm, enticing aroma of a delicious meal, pretty much all ready to go. I can concentrate on my writing, and more True Blood, and when I'm ready to eat, I have very little preparation left. It's nearly as good as having a wife.
Wow. I had a lot of catching up to do. I just want to say that now I realize how much trust you have placed in me, to let me read this blog. Obviously, some long lingering questions have been answered ("what happened to Crystal, what is going on there"). I had a pretty good feeling she wasn't out of your life, but I don't blame you for not writing about it at the other place anymore, and I wasn't about to ask. I figured you'd share what you wanted to share, when (and where, evidently!) you wanted to share it.
ReplyDeleteI really want to see you happy. I guess the situation with her has dragged on for awhile but that's a good thing, as far as I can see. I think your emotions were too raw and your loneliness too obvious, when you first met her. It sounds like a bit of a leap of faith but you know I wish you only all happiness!! Thanks again for letting me read you here.
Nancy