And then there were two. I know, it seems like a bad idea, right? at the same time it sounds like a really good idea, right? Right.

#2 is totally different than the favorite #1, but he’s more accessible, in spite of most likely probably married (says he’s separated, whatever). But super fun as well.

Wish me luck, dear reader.

oh fuck I am now seeing a 31 yr old and a 27 yr old. and the 31 yr old thinks I shouldn’t be fucking anyone else. and he thinks I’m not. and he’s jealous.

I don’t want to be a bad person but there’s a part of me that truly loves them both. I told the beautiful boy last night that if only he was 20 yrs older I’d be in love with him. He stopped me and said 10. If we could cut it to 10…. sigh. But it’s 20 and that means there really is no future here. Frankly, ditto with Kyle. He’s not really going to want to be with me at 44 and 60, and so on.

oh dear what am I doing?

I went by the wineshop for the express purpose of running into E. I have to say, after years with ex-boy being ashamed of me in public, especially his family, it is so nice to have a boy light up when I walk in and give me a giant hug. Truly. He apologized, saying he’d hoped to get together this weekend, but he’s been sick. Bonus, though, made a date for next weekend. Now that’ll help me get over my little tourist! And E. has a big heart, this may not be love but it is warm and genuine and won’t feel like just trashy sex. Bad Annie’s a happy girl again.