Today JC, whom I have a weirdo friendship with now that we’re not fucking anymore, called me and complained for about 45 minutes about how he needs to get laid. This was of course after he got laid last night…but apparently that booty call wasnt sufficient so he needed to complain about needing I guess a better go-to-poon. Completely insensitive to my recent ridding of The Italian or failed attempts at securing some new booty with The Survivor, he talked of his needs. What else is new?
Today I didnt start work until 5pm so I basically cruised through men like some sort of sexual deviant on the dating website all day and let me tell you…there is not one man I would even remove a shoe for, let alone an under garment. Not drinking much anymore is starting to be a problem because developing some standards is making this whole getting laid thing seem less and less likely…..