If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

This is a transcript of a text exchange with Finn today.

7:33 A.M.	To: Finn	It's probably a good thing Mr. Sandman's keeping us apart. My sex drive's a lot like "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie." :)
8:42 A.M.	From: Finn	Haha. “If you give an M some nookie.”
8:47A.M.	To: Finn	Hahaha! How’s that book end again? Doesn’t the house fall down? I hope your friend’s place is structurally stable. :)
9:51 A.M.	From: Finn	Haha. If you give an M some nookie, she’ll want some light bdsm.
9:54 A.M.	To: Finn	And if D gets some light bdsm he’ll probably want a shower.
9:55 A.M.	From: Finn	And if they take a shower, they will want to cuddle.
9:56 A.M.	To: Finn	And if they cuddle they’ll probably start talking.
9:57 A.M.	From: Finn	And if they start talking chances are they will stay up late.
9:59 A.M.	To: Finn	And if they stay up late M will sleepily scratch D’s head.
10:00 A.M.	From: Finn	And if M scratches his head, he’ll start to babble.
10:02 A.M.	To: Finn	And if he starts to babble the topic could be anything.

That was twenty minutes ago, but eh, he's at work. I just think this exchange is hilarious, and pretty much exactly how us together happens, though not quite as much lately.

In the first five days I think we had sex four times? And then every other or every two days for a while, but not at all between last Wednesday and Monday night. He was moving, I was working, he was sleeping, I was sleeping...all rather ridiculous, actually. On Monday we were flirting throughout the day, but I figured he'd have early evening plans. He said I should come by, I asked when. I was also incredibly tired. He sent me his address, I asked what that was -- and fell asleep.

This was about 8 P.M. He said, "My address. I've penciled you in for 8:30," but I was out. I got that message at about 11:30 P.M. when I woke up. I replied with *headdesk*s, but he was still up so we started inching back toward a meetup. It had been a few days, and yes, I was horny. Anyway, we're talking for a half-hour or so, and he falls asleep. I shrug, figure I'll snuggle under the covers and watch some TV, and after I had decided I really needed to close my eyes, at about 3 A.M., he gets back to me. He says I should swing by in the A.M. if I want, and I say I'm still up, and it is the A.M. What time does he mean? His reply, and probably my favorite thing that any guy can say: "5 minutes from now is perfect ;)".

So I guess we're back on. It's Wednesday, there's flirting, he's got a new place with no roommates and a real bed -- yeah, I'm pleased.