Day 109:  No Sex

It has been a week since I last saw Max, and we shared a hot mini make-out session in my car – post too many beers.

Admittedly, I have thought of him more than once since then . . .

Okay, like every ten minutes . . .

But I promise, every time I think of him I force myself to stop, until of course – an additional ten minutes elapses . . . and then I find myself repeating the vicious cycle.

I have not heard from Max since that infamous night.

Subsequently – this “insignificant” little detail has (of course) caused me to become Continue reading Blog #9: Limp Spaghetti, Cold Fish, and No Sex