So the recent bout of apathy was probably brought about by hormones. I should have suspected this but it wasn't until I woke up this morning feeling like my usual altruistic self that I realized what was going on.

"Hey. Lie back down and let me give you the best blow job of your day"

This request was met by a quick kiss on the cheek and a "sorry, gotta get to work - have a customer coming early to buy a system.. could be around a $1500 sale!"

*sigh*

And for the record, the refusal was based on HIS idea of priorities, not on my ability to give head. I'm pretty fucking fantastic as evidenced by the countless number of times I've left him breathless and have actually had to help him untangle his shaking fingers from my hair.

Yeah, there's number 101 of "useless things to know" about me. Maybe it should have been listed as Darwin Confession #8.

So frustration reigns supreme today. Getting myself off repeatedly hasn't quelled any of it, either. I seriously considered sending him an email, explicitly describing lick-by-lick of just exactly what he missed this morning but mulling over that idea just sent me back into the shower. Thank you Waterpik and your lovely pulse setting.

Ok. Changing subject before I start thinking about it again.

oy.

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So. I think I'm over the geek thing. Kevin Newman isn't doing it for me anymore. (wait, is this really a change of subject?)

Anyway - I appear to have pulled a 180 in the crush department because at the moment, the 'bad boy' persona seems to be where my wandering mind settles most often.

Leather jacket, jeans, 5 o'clock shadow, bad attitude. Your general egotistical asshole.

Rough and nasty.

yum.

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more later.

maybe.

you've been warned.