no, not love

Nice date with G., as planned we ordered in thai food, watched a movie, fucked. Sex and affection are nice, but this isn’t love.

He’s going to spend christmas through new years in kent with his son – Bad Annie needs to look for another new year’s date. I’m okay with it, though; our relationship is nice, comfortable and without expectation. Guess it’ll stay that way.

I almost bought him a Christmas present. I couldn’t imagine that he planned to exchange gifts, but I got nervous. I brought a bottle of champagne and then chickened out on going to the store in Soho — and glad I did, there was absolutely no need.

He does have a giant cock. Not to mention the thickest one — feels amazing inside me. He’s so big, it’s practically heroic going down on him. Speaking of which, I have been maligning him, at least in my head, thinking that he never goes down on me. He did last night and I remembered he has before, just not every time. He’s not very good at it, but seriously, with that dick, who needs to be. He had some trouble staying hard, first time with me. I’m chalking it up to the wine. I didn’t think we drank that much – the champagne, and a bottle of Napa cab – but I’m a tad hungover this morning, so it must have been more than nothing. Still a fine, fuckable evening.

As usual when I’m with him, I didn’t check my phone/email even once until this morning. Funny he’s the only one who gets that respect/attention from me. Texts and email from K., probably wondering where I was. Yikes, gotta deal with that. Please tell me I’m not desperate enough to continue this just so I don’t spend New Year’s alone. Though as I write this, Trainer Girl just messaged me on OKC — maybe I’ll see what she’s up to. Doesn’t fucking a 28-year-old girl from New Jersey who just broke up with her boyfriend sound like a much better plan?