And last night’s “It’s The Hottest Thing Evaaarrrr (Too Bad I Don’t Have a Pictarrr)” eeeeez!: D shirtless and sprawled on my bed, his lips puckered and his forehead scrunched up as he plays a game of Free Cell. He sucks at it, though, and everytime I’d try to help him out (cos you know, I rule at Free Cell :D), he’d shush me. :blush:

I’m aware that all I’ve been writing about lately is D. It’s not because I’m absolutely smitten by him (just kinda)— it’s just that we’ve been spending a lot of time together, especially with his girlfriend out of town for who knows how long. SRSLY. Last week, he was at my condo 3 nights out of 5. He sleeps over when we both don’t have work. And then he drops by that same night, too.

For some reason, it irks me that his phone’s wallpaper is a photo of his girlfriend, when it used to be a Superman logo until some days ago. Makes me want to put up photos all over my studio of me with boys from my past. :kissy:

Yes, we’re playing a game here.

The only downside about the whole thing (NOT counting the fact that he’s cheating on his girlfriend and I’m a bad bad person for not resisting, and the “agreement” that I’m not allowed to date) is that I’m gaining weight. I’M SO FAT. All D and I do is eat, eat, and eat. I don’t even have time to overdose on laxatives cos he’s always there.

We live almost decadently: eat out, sleep in. I’m oversexed and overfed. Oh. And overworked. :cute: