Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Bruised - Jack's Mannequin

My parents went to Canada for the evening.
I made chili and brownies.
He came over.
He was grumpy although he would not admit it.
We chatted and cuddled on the couch. He got less grumpy. I started yawning. I couldn’t sleep the night before I was so excited.

We ate. He liked my chili. He got the tour of the house. We watched the Break up. I love how he reaches for me when we sit down. I love how I catch him smiling at me. There was tickling. I found bruises on my knees in the shower today. There was kissing. Lots of kissing. There was no over the sweater action, but there was a lot more heat. I love how he bites my bottom lip.

He stayed til 1:15. He was falling asleep on my couch.

I went to bed with my vibrator.

I thought a lot last night about why I feel so agitated lately. And. I think it’s because I’m sexually frustrated. Before Eric, whenever I was bored, I found a guy. Now, all guys are boring except him. I don’t want to fuck anyone else. I want to fuck him.