Daily Song of Choice:
"Battle of Who Could Care Less" by Ben Folds Five

Definitely Use: Lifestyles lubricated assorted colors

When he knocked on my door, it was 8:30 p.m. Sunday night, and I was on the phone with his mother firming up plans to get the cosigner form completed. He came limping into my room just as she finished telling me that he sprained his ankle at drill this weekend.

His mom and I were getting off the phone and I thought I could finally shut my door and J. and I could make up for lost time, when the phone rang and it was Andrea. She is an incredibly difficult person to get a hold of. Living with her parents, they don't allow phone calls after 9 p.m., depite the fact that she is nearly 23 years old. Because she lives at home, she said that she's apprehensive about moving into the apartment, and when are we moving in, and 'oh I can't possibly move in on the 14th of May,' etc. etc. yadda and yadda. She's understanding in her own little way. It's typical for her to be nervous about everything, and she takes a while to warm up to ideas. I just don't want to force her, but it's a little late to decide that.

I was trying to be reasonable, but J. was trying to distract me by lifting up my skirt, peaking to see what bra I had on, and sticking his fingers up my nose. I was fine, well a bit antsy, until the nose.

Needless to say, when I got off the phone, the door was shut, locked and the candles were lit. I can't help it; I'm a horny little thing. Sometimes wanting sex more than J., or so he says, though I believe him only half as much as he thinks. Sex with him is just way too much fun.