Entries from July 2012 ↓

In love with a 27 year old. That is all.

I love my bar. Really, truly, I love my bar. I remember one night last year looking around and I barely knew any of them but I thought: yep, these are my people. And it turns out I was right. These are my people, and I love them. It’s a special place and I am glad to have them as my friends.

I haven’t written in a while, I guess. I did finally give up on Kyle — great sex but he’s just too damaged. I’m still seeing the beautiful boy and I’ve decided it’s just going to have to be okay to be a little bit in love with him. He slept over with me the first night in my new apartment, it was so nice. We’re seeing each other somewhat more regularly now — he told me I have to initiate dates, too, and not just wait for him. I’m trying really hard not to call him every fucking day.

And my fireman is awesome. He came over tonight – was driving back up from Virginia, stopped in for a quick fuck. I guess the denim mini was effective, he fucked me standing up in the middle of the apartment. Popped in the shower and dashed out to meet some friends. I fucking love it.

Do I still wish I had a ‘real’ boyfriend? Maybe. But I’m pretty happy with my two lovers.