So it's 9:35 pm here in the cornfield and Matty just calls me and leaves a message that says, "Hey, it's Matt. Call me back." First of all, I was here when he called. I saw his name flashing on my phone and I thought, "I don't want to talk with you because A) I'm all sweaty and gross from the gym and there's just not enough time for me to shower and ready myself for a couple of hours of sex (wow, did I really just say that??) and more importantly B) You didn't even come to my birthday party...which was so egregious I had to sit and wait patiently for the message, and not do what I really wanted to do--which was pick up the phone."

Drk came to my party. Drk must've realized how much importance I put on the night...it's time I kind of put a little more importance on him, especially since my trysts with Matty have been made known at thitwbar. Maybe it'll make no difference to Drk but maybe it will.

Now I reserve the right to get drunk on Wednesday (I have off work Thurs and Fri) and have sex with Matty...because then it'll be on my terms (at least in my convoluted way of thinking!).