It’s been a rough week.
Between realizing that I’m my own problem and taking a 90 day vow of celibacy, I’ve been pretty swamped with all sorts of feelings.
Remarkably, my friends have really come through for me.
Whether it’s Tejas getting the ingredients for my favorite cocktail (the Sazerac), Michelle writing the SWEETEST supportive note to me on Facebook, or Barbara actually calling me to make sure I’m okay, I’ve been blanketed in love from every direction.
Which has helped greatly as I try to wean myself off of casual sexual relationships.
The Photographer has come out in force to support my decision to be temporarily celibate.
He’s peppered me in Messenger with sweet comments about how to transition from someone no one wants to date but everyone wants to fuck into someone actually dateable (and still fuckable, natch).
I took the opportunity to tell The Swede that I liked him:
You may laugh, but it was a HUGE stretch for me.
And I think I pulled it off nicely, if I do say so myself.
Gentle flirting – 1, Michelle’s sex monster – 0.