And he’s just so busy, busy, busy.
I’m here to tell you something, kiddies. When a man seems too good to be true, there’s a reason.
I should have known that an exceptionally smart man with a fantastically dirty mind, an awesome sense of humor, an adorable well-behaved child, and a hugely successful career couldn’t possibly be any good to me. Because, guess what? We went out once, then a certain client of his who benefitted greatly from the bailout went into the shitter and now the only free time he has goes to his kid (understandably, of course). So, yeah. If I want to sit and wait around and see him once a month, I could pursue it. But that’s probably not going to happen.
This is so frustrating.
Speaking of frustrating, I’m going to tell you all something. I haven’t had sex since April.
APRIL.
That is easily the longest I’ve gone in as long as I can remember, and I’m pretty much at the point where I would hump my own leg (or yours if you play your cards right) if I could.
The Old Andria could easily have found someone to relieve this issue, but I decided to change my approach and well, not be a big giant whore. (Otherwise, there’s a hot 25 year-old in Santa Monica who’d be visiting me often.)
This “virtuous” crap blows. (Ha.)
In other news, tomorrow I have a date with a christian conservative.
I KNOW.
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