Friday night I met this guy, went back to his house (not apartment, he was...36) proceeded to NOT have sexual intercourse with him, and then snuck out at 5:00 in the morning and went back to my nice cozy bed. I really am losing all my patience for men. I just can't deal with them, and I find myself having less and less interest in wanting to spend time with them(unless I'm being paid, of course). It seems like at my age, the biggest deal is finding a boyfriend. Fuck, my roommate spends 80% of her time doing boy-hunting related things, and I just don't give a damn. I do miss sleeping in bed with someone (NOT sex), which I didn't even fucking like in the first place.
My one and only 'regular', Joe, failed to show up tonight, so that was hurtful to my stack of billz. Saturdays without regulars are like carnivals without funnel cake; they suck. And they're full of college kids with no money.
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