It's official. I am a freaking Jezebel-esque whore.

Wednesday night/thursday morning I made a trek over to the lower east side to meet up with a boy. We hung out, chatted, etc, fooled around a little bit, then went to bed. Fairly uneventful as far as things go.

But the thing that makes me a whore is this. Thursday night/this morning, I treked back out there again. But this time I was going to see his roommate.

I am a slut. There's no other way to describe it.

But fuck. At least I'm getting the attention. And owning it, even.

The new guy sortof coyly extended an invitation to watch a movie with him tonight for Valentine's Day, and I'm debating on whether or not I should. Valentine's Day is, to me, a boyfriend-day, and I kindof feel bad doing anything non-boyfriend on it. But I do like him, and I may decide to go out. I dunno.

I'm having trouble thinking of an adequate nickname for him though. hah. Cos I'm getting tired typing, "the boy, the new guy, etc" all the time.

Alas. The labours I go through.

Entry last modified: April 17, 2006 at 1:31 pm.

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