The Over-Educated Nympho

I could look at being single (and alone in my apartment on another Saturday night) as depressing (if I ignored the glow leftover from last night’s skinny-dipping adventure). I could view singledom as a regular series of nights spent alone. I could think about how many nights over the last week and a half I have spent at the office, often working well into “going out” hours.

It would be so easy to let myself be depressed over these seemingly depressing scenarios. And occasionally they are depresssing, but no more depressing about singledom than money problems, my career, my future, or any other big life issue.

Instead at this single-time in my life I’m, well, really getting a lot done.

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I just got home from the office. That’s right, I got home from the office at 10:30 pm on a Saturday night. I was there all goddamn fucking day working. It went well, I got a lot done, and hopefully all this crap pays out in the end.

I came home and there is nothing I would like more than to eat a good dinner (rather than a PBJ because I’m too tired to cook anything decent), drink some wine, and get my pussy eaten out.

Wouldn’t that be nice. Oh so very nice.

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In other words, a very interesting Friday night.It started out with the three of us, our fabulous gay friend, and another guy at a Tex-Mex restaurant, celebrating Blondie’s new job. After many margaritas and Coronas, just the girls moved on to Douchebag Bar.

While shooting the shit, Sweet Cheeks offered to call Neighbor Guy (since she’s actually friends with him) and have him meet up with us. She called him, he said he’d bring his friend, and then she called up a work friend of hers who will become known as Pushy Jackass.

We met up at the apartment pool (it was around 11:30 by this time) and all the guys brought beers to share. Blondie was tired and left pretty early.

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We’ve all been there.

It’s obvious he likes me, the chemistry is good, other people have started asking about us. . . .

And, again, I’m talking about work.

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