It's over but we're still sleeping together, and angry sex is pretty alright, and sex when he's realised how fucking lucky he is is pretty alright. That's Sunday and last night, respectively. The sex continues to be good, though I'm apparently awful at not sleeping over after he's fucked me silly and I really just don't want to move, even if my bed is more comfortable and I need to be up at seven the next morning.
Anyway, so in the wreckage of that there comes a new push at online dating, which has revealed three prospects: Blue, who's an hour away and with whom I have a bowling/dinner date next Saturday; Laws, who isn't the best and capitalization and punctuation, but wants to cuddle with me; and Baker, who lives five hours away but seems super sweet and has a hilarious tumblr account.
I need to buff up my rejection shield and work on turning guys down in person.
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