Fucking clockwork.
A coworker told me fall starts tomorrow. That is ridiculous because it has been fall for a while now. But, tonight it’s cold, first ‘cold’ night of the year. It is 3:34am and KFF just texted me for the first time since the last time it was cold. Feb?
Yogurt soju and probably an awkward lead-up to hot sex.
Which, considering I ended up in a motel last Saturday with the Samsung guy I had a date with who runs marathons, but nothing happened because we were both tanked, this is a good thing.
In other news, here is to hoping I didn’t royally fuck things up with Marathon Man given how I shouldn’t have gone with him. Should have said good night at my door and gone inside to sleep off the two bottles I drank on an empty stomach. Hell, our clothes actually stayed on. What a waste if nothing comes of it. I really like him. But if that’s the last I see of him, I will have wished to have done more.
Semi-related: if you’ve been reading a long time, you’ll remember J. He called me about twenty times in the last week and we are meeting, as friends, soon. When it rains, it pours.
Oh, how I love the fall.
