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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.