It's a hot summer night.

Okay, almost spring night. But I'm here to update you all on what's been happening.

After two days of recoupping (almost), I finally got my buzz back. Granted, I give full credit to my new pair of Wild Rose Button Peep toe heels (you know what they say, a good pair of shoes is like a good man - makes you stand tall & feel sexy) and the fact that I was able to get sleep and not be exhausted. Sunday lead for a baby shower induced wine spree and the craving for the end of my dry spell since I decided not to respond to RS. So I did what any good girl would do in my situation, wanting a guarantee cum and ignoring all reasonable sense, I made a call ... errr text.

Looking all June Cleaver like in my collared shirt and skirt and new shoes, I headed out to Madison for a pin me against the wall 4 hour sex romp. Ever inch of me shook as I rode him, I can't even explain how many times I came. The mere shaking of muscles and want for sleep told me that I was finally relaxed. We had our normal chit chat and I rubbed his shoulders as we talked about nonsense and I believed truly that I had everything I needed - even if it was only 4 hours.

LG and I were supposed to go out Friday, but no word. PG called though (on Friday - how conveninent) and invited me out with LG & him on Saturday. I was supposed to be in Chicago, so I passed. Saturday came and still no word from LG, and it also brought with it a severe on-set of allergies from dog sitting a Golden for the week. I stayed in and thank goodness E called off the Chicago trip.

Sunday was a baby shower, a very conservative one where I was to be looked at as the poor girl that didn't have a husband. I drank Lexia to soothe the pain then headed out to the Bay for a barbeque (not drunk - 2 glasses in 4 hours). I called LG on the way out to invite him, he was busy but said we'd go out Monday. After a wasted tank of gas I headed out to Mad, only to appear at the door in my June Cleaver garb as I was pushed against the wall, "you know me - I love the beaver" he said.

I headed home at 1:30 in the morning.

Today was 80 degrees, so I doned a skirt and went to work. Surprisingly, after a grueling day, LG did call. We headed out for drinks for the next 4 hours for some chit chat.

As he walked me to the car, I could sense the enticement. I asked him, "So where is this going?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let me make my intentions clear ..."

We kissed. It was a good kiss, the kind where he sucks a little bit on your lip. Very gentle and sweet like him. When we finished I thought it was a good kiss, but not RS.

And then it dawned on me... no one will be RS - but that's because we're ancient friends. He's exciting and worth the gamble. I'm thinking of laying my cards down - but I'm a smart gambler - we'll see what happens Wednesday.