Better hurry up and do an entry before Jesse steals the peace and takes my concentration with it. Why do we have to have such an obnoxious landlord who can’t sit still and take a day off? The only time he’s quiet is when it’s either pouring like crazy or hot as hell.

Anyway, I woke up sad today, thinking D was a thing of the past and forever gone from my life. Then I checked my email and there was a message from her. I didn’t smile this time. This time I grinned. She said she couldn’t imagine not saying “hello” from time to time and would still read my journal at times too, if that was okay with me. I told her that would not only be fine, but I would love to keep in touch. I suggested emailing each other once a day, but if that was too much for her I’ll just wait until the next time she feels up to email me. I do miss reading her journal as well and hope she’ll eventually go back to that, but that has to be up to her. Public journaling isn’t for everyone.

I know I could continue to drive myself crazy by asking myself if I truly would feel like a cheater if we got it on right this minute, or would I only feel like I gave into my human side? Well, I decided that the best thing to do would be not to assume and plan so much and just let whatever’s meant to be play itself out. If I ever see her again and if we ever do anything together, then I’ll know how I’ll feel.

Meanwhile, it’s back on with my work, writing, working out – the usual stuff I do.

Later…

So much for D and I being able to stay away from each other, LOL! It was great to hear from her like I did again in the afternoon. It was just enough to touch base, but not so much that it kept me from doing other things.

She had wanted to tell me she stopped following me because she didn’t want me to feel like she was spying or anything like that, but I laughed and assured her that if I didn’t want anyone seeing anything I do online I’d mark it private. This explains why she left Twitter. I was wondering about that, but had just figured she was bored with my tweets.

Cassie, the chick she wants to ask out, is on vacation. Meanwhile, she says she knows she should back off, but that it’s hard to. Yeah, I missed her too, and so I know how it is! I thought of her all day, wondering what she was up to and all that. Horny is what she’s up to, LOL. She joked about maybe showing up at my door and being crazy obsessed with me. I let her know I liked the idea of an Italian hottie being obsessed with me, but that she’d probably find it easier to move on when she meets someone. She doesn’t think so, though. Well, as I told her, I’ll always love her no matter what. I love her about as much as these mother-fucking spiders have been terrorizing me. Yeah, it’s getting bad enough that Tom’s gonna go out and spray tomorrow. Soon we’ll bomb, too.

Anyway, she was nice enough to let me out of the chat thing after not too long, knowing how much I hate the damn thing. It’s still nice to know she’s out there thinking of me. She’s definitely on my mind as well, that’s for sure. I always imagine various scenarios involving her and they’re not all sexual. Sometimes we just talk. Sometimes we take a shower together. Sometimes she just likes to watch me work out while I watch her fix something, impressed by her strength and knowledge as she is impressed by my singing and knack for languages. Oh, all the fun things we get to do within the entertainment region of my brain!

So it’s nice to know she’s hanging out behind the scenes and thinking of me, far away but not forgotten.

It got up to 82º in here, as I told her, and I had to take off my dress, something she approved of. Did I ever tell her I was a stripper for a while? Well, if she’s been reading my bio, she’d know that. What a customer she’d have been to have! If she were here I’d give her the most exotic dance of her life and then some! I may not be much of a cook, and I may not keep up on the cleaning as much as I should, but I can still work those curves of mine.

Back to reality: She is 3000 miles away and I am married.

Life sucks even when it doesn’t, for I still love my husband to death.

But I still also want my tall, dark, utterly hot… Yeah, I know, I know… Move on and keep dreaming!

All 5 of my stories are on page 1 right now. I’m also completely blown away by the fact that Jesse and his brother haven’t been down today.