I was slightly inebriated when I wrote the previous entry. It doesn't make too much sense... you kind of have to dig for coherency. It was a vein of feminism unearthed by a sluice of alcohol.
Yes, it's true that I am not a regular drinker, but I just felt like getting light-headed and letting myself go.
It doesn't take much to numb me up. Coconut rum was my poison. With water on the side. Chased by Tylenol.
What did I do?
I talked to M, like a fool.
I probably offended my California friend. A woman I am interested in, but I may have scared her. I hope not!
And Cristy... I think I said things I should not have. It's a good thing she has a sense of humor.
And here is the piece-de-resistance... I described sexual activity to a bi-curious woman. No, let me say it was more like... cyber-sex..........
You know what the ironies are: a. I am not hung-over., b. only Cristy will not have expectations of me. She already loves me just as I am.
I did all this hell-raising from the comfy warmth of my bed. Twas the demon rum.
I am making up for the sobriety and relative virginity of my first 40 years.
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