Entries from June 2010 ↓

washing up the kitchen, admittedly belatedly, had to move aside the champagne glasses from the tugboat crew to wash the teapot from new boy and put the water glass from b-boy in the dishwasher.

okay, yes, b-boy was in the hood tonight, and I needed to wash the memory of the new boy off of me. he came over all sweet and relatively sober, we had lovely slippery shower sex after he modeled his tighty whities from under his softball outfit.

he may not fuck me, but he’s definitely boy enough for me.

holy shit the captain called. just to ask a question of his local tour guide, and to say he’ll be in town Tues or Weds. He was kind of nice on the phone, sweet and flirty.

didn’t think I was getting a call-back from that audition…

I am super-excited. He can call me any time, for anything. We go can out, or not. We can fuck, or not. You know how some chicks are about firemen? i’m that way about captains. especially tugs!

What a great way to end the weekend.

my ‘hood for another WC match with new boy, back to my place for sex, out to the movies, back to my place for dinner and more sex.

same impressions as last time. i’ll give him credit: three orgasms, truly. he really does have a talented tongue.

I think he thinks he’s about to have a girlfriend. I’m looking for exit strategies. Gotta decide if I’m going to man up or weasel out.

Did I mention that the doc called and indeed, looks like I’ve started menopause. “it’s a process, not an event” she says, but to me it seemed more like a light switch. I think I’m pretty much done with this.

Two things of note: 1), I did have an unexpected moment of weepiness over the news. 2) I tried to tell my sister and I tried to tell my mom, but I couldn’t get a word in edgewise on either conversation, much less start a big new topic like that. The only person who knows is my boss, because she’s the only one who asked.

need I say more?

a little younger, a lot less bright, rock hard sexy, a little confused by me, didn’t want to cheat on his girlfriend but didn’t at all mind my naked tits next to him all night. my nipples are still sore. i’m sure everyone thinks we fucked, and I’m not dissuading anyone from that misconception, but the truth is, he was really sweet about the girlfriend thing.

still, super nice to wake up next to that. mmmm.

and? best.commute.ever. dropped off at the pier 16 in a tug. lol.

called in sick because we were going to go play all day. not so disappointed when he decided to be responsible instead. probably time for a quick visit home to that girlfriend anyway.

Bad Annie went on a second day with the new boy – out to Billyburg again. I like that neighborhood, reminds me a lot of the E.v. when I lived there 20 years ago.

We met at a bar to watch the US/England World Cup match. He got there early and arranged for a perfect booth, dead-on view of the tv, semi-private space in the middle of a crowded bar. Extra points. Watched the match, made out, walked around, went back to his place for sex.

What can I say about sex with him? Nice to have someone want to see me naked. He’s quite skilled and I came more easily with him than any lover in recent memory. But… there’s definitely something missing. He’s into it but couldn’t climax the first couple of times, too nervous I think. Altogether, I just think he’s not ‘boy’ enough for me.

Going back to the gyn tomorrow because it’s now been 13 weeks since I’ve had a period. I feel otherwise completely normal. Could I really be menopausal so recently after those bloodbath months? is there something else going on? stay tuned, dear reader, you’ll find out when I do.

but earlier that night, at the bar, I got to spend a few minutes with coffee shop crush and his wife. okay, she’s cool and pretty and sweet. I guess if I can’t have him, I’m glad he’s at least with someone who might be worthy of him.

I’m out with friends and b-boy texts looking for company. I say sure and have him stop by the bar down the block to pick me up. He was weirdly non-social with them so I took him upstairs where I realized he was both exhausted (he’d been out in the sun all day) and drunk. Went through the usual motions of porn and couch stroking and then he decided it was time to go. He didn’t come, made no attempt to please me, and left. Fuck him.

Bad Annie went on a date with someone I met online. First online date ever – second date total in 30 years.

The ceramicist was sweet and smart and funny. Unlike the last date, I was very comfortable with him, my usual smart-ass self. We hung out for the whole evening, went back to his studio & made out on the couch. And I decided not to fuck him, at least not right then, so I came home. I’m not sure I’ve ever done that before.

He followed up the next day, we’ve chatted a few times since, I’m seeing him again on Sat. It’s not going to be an earth-shaking relationship — he’s really not ‘boy’ enough to stand up to me — but fuck I’m bored, he is absolutely better company than being alone.