I got laaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiid!
But, as THird World Ant pointed out last night, I also have nympho issues.
Let me explain.
We all went out to Turtle Freak on Friday night. One of those places everybody goes to swap business cards, talk shop and speed date. I never go there, because I hate it. But I was dragged along and ended up enjoying it. We drank jagerbombs, smahed burgers in our faces, talked shit and then we drove home - Small Bum and I - and we did the dirty.
Then I couldn't stop. We did the dirty ten times this weekend. In 36 hours, we had crazy monkey sex ten times. I hate myself now, because I really wish I had held back a little. Fuck.
It was rather good though. Then I lost my cellphone, got a head cold, had to help a mate out who was taking the morning after pill and then got all over analytical on this whole too-mich-sex thing.
I think I need to not see him this week so that I don't jump him all the time. He's not complaining, but I'm pretty sure he's all shagged out.
Still like him so much. But evidently, that's my issue. I know he likes me, I really do, but somehow I feel that banging like rabbits might be detrimental to the slow dating process.
PS: Billy, are you pyschic?