Poor Pinchy

Lobster. Bought right of the boat. Cooked by daddio in the POT. Best $30 I've spent in ages. Drool. Ocean's Gold. In my tummy. Yummy. And the family and friends around the table. Priceless. Screw credit cards, we should trade in lobster currency.

I applied for a job recently. In the ad they did not say what the company was, but it sounded like a decent job. I was contacted to be interviewed, at which time I found out the employer and the job details. It was fabulous! Just what I wanted to do, for a company I wanted to work for! I was so excited! I had a good interview and crossed my fingers. Unfortunately, I wasn't picked. Normally this doesn't bother me, as I usually apply for jobs that get 100's of applicants and getting the interview is usually great luck. But this job was something I really wanted. I really really wanted to work there... so I'm totally bummed out over it... but there's nothing I can do except continue the job hunt... Blah.

One ex is coming to visit sometime this month. Another is coming in August. Both I consider friends, but they are still ex's. And call me a dirty dawg, or an idiot or both, I'd sleep with either of them in an instant. It would be the stupidest thing I could *possibly* do, and it's like 99.9% "never gonna happen"... BUT, if that .01% chance ever popped up, I'd jump the opportunity faster than you could say "whoa boy". Why? Because I'm a man and I think with my dick? Nope. Because I'd like a wild fuck just for fun? Maybe. Because I'd like to lose myself in the touch, scent and sexual pleasure of these two people that I got intimate with on both a physical, mental and spiritual level? Sigh, most definitely yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fucking attachment issues... But why let go when nothing makes you let go? Common sense? Fuck that. Doing the right thing? Fuck that. Thinking about the future and not living for the moment? Fuck that. And fuck me. Please? I can say this with the steadfast assurance that either of these two would not let me touch them with a ten foot pole, if I was the last chance of a fuck in their entire lives. *smile* You see, they are both smart, practical people, that use their heads, not their hearts, when making decisions about stupid situations. Thankfully I can depend on them to never give me the opportunity to screw things up so badly. So I can happily meet them both, smiling with the memories of the past interfering not at all, except in my dreams at night when nothing counts and mistakes fade away with the morning.