Four months later and the random booty-call text arrives. What the hell, I’m lonely. And damn, I have grown fond of b-boy. It was nice to see him, nice to have someone want to see me naked.
Woke up on time, scale says I’ve dropped another pound, coffee shop back to normal this morning, actually got to formally meet my neighborhood crush (we knew each other already, of course, but not by full name), got his card. Don’t worry, I know he’s married, not stepping on that turf, just nice to hang out though. He’s got such a sweet smile.
Worked from home today, took off for my annual gyn appointment and learned I’m healthy (which I knew) and that I got to skip my pap this year (yay).
If I could just find an apartment in my ‘hood to buy, and a more regular sex partner, I’d be a happy fucking girl.