Winter's On The Wing

Memorial Day has come and gone, and what a spring it is shaping up to be! Highlights from the weekend include dinner with the girls, pilates, the new X-Men movie, a BBQ at my friend’s AMAZING apartment (I really love visiting that place), and a picnic in the park.

The pharmacy, which is supposed to be open 24/7/365, has been playing tricks on me and so I am now 2 days without my pill. All is not lost, but I am sure I can count on some serious nausea this week once I start catching up. Yuck. Better to focus on the visit I received from an “old friend,” a German musician who looks like Antonio Banderas. He stopped by after the barbeque and I am proud to announce that after 4 years of popping in and out of my life, and 4 years of various levels of intimacy, we finally sealed the deal. THAT’S RIGHT!! I don’t care if the whole internet can read this, I had sex. And good for me! (and it was). And since then, although things were likely leading to this point anyway, I am a walking pheromone. I feel like Alan Shore, who said a couple weeks ago “It’s spring. I’m in heat.” Today, in particular, everything I look at, hear, and touch is turning me on. (not EVERYTHING. Not my computer, etc.) I feel like at 12-year-old-boy. I can not believe that this is what it’s like for men all the time. Pathetic. Kind of fun. But no way to be permanently. Also contributing to my state of being is the very fun dream I had about Andy Samberg last night. We saw a man at our picnic on the other side of the Great Hill playing Frisbee with his shirt off that from 500 feet away looked just like him. I guess he stayed on the brain. Yum. And then there is the “Beach Boy,” with whom I have a third date tomorrow at lunch. He is a very nice boy. Somehow I missed noticing that he has blue eyes. I’ll have to pay attention to that tomorrow. They are usually my favorite thing to notice about a boy. Blue eyes and broad shoulders and long strong backs. ...Well, be sure to enjoy the sun…