a month later,

i keep imagining he'll call or email, and it's just idiotic.

he is not calling. it was over after that first week of March.

i am a slow learner about some things; and i must say, i spend way more time worrying about, 'Why Didn't He Pick Me?' than i do about, 'Would I Have Picked Him?'

unfortunately, i get totally overwhelmed if the physical thing clicks, because i am so picky in that department. it clicked all right, but there are other important parameters that i tend to ignore until it's too late.

so, all in all, it was a perfect Booty Call.

luscious, incredible, mutual, super-wonderful physical fun for a week, and now he's gone. i will not bump into him at Trader Joe's, for example, with his latest booty call on his arm.

he is out there exploring the wide world--doing at 49 what i did for much of my 20's and 30's. bless his little pea-pickin' heart.

and should he remember me, let him do so with a smile on his lips for the fun adventures we shared!