I cannot tell you how horny I was today. I had a certain blond man in my mind, and he wasn't RedSox. He's IrishRacer... blond, HOT, blond, Fresh-off-the-boat Irish, blond!
He messaged me through Myspace last week, and I've been coyly exchanging emails with him since. Short one-liners haven't led to anything, but today I couldn't stop fantasizing about him. I'm not sure what it means, but I want to find out.
I'm torn, though. I care about RedSox. He is probably the best guy I have ever dated. He might be that one last great guy who exists in my generation.
But I'm a predator. I don't fit the mold of a typical woman, yet I don't have a penis. I have a lot of power, and I love it. I want to use it. I want to make the most of it.
IrishRacer described his first date with me. I replied asking when this would be...
Friday, 19 October 2007
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