It's 2:30 in the morning.  I can't sleep at all!  Stupid sailor boy has my mind on sex...so not fair.  I haven't been with anyone in over a year...and that was my lovely walk away husband.  Sex with him was pretty good...had some trouble helping me close the deal, if you know what I mean.  I can honestly say that sailor boy has me hotter than I've been in a long time.  I can't remeber feeling this kind of sexual tension...ever.  I feel like I'd melt if he touches me.  I wish  could pinpoint what it is, but I can't.  He's got me wanting it bad, lol. 

We're supposed to go out later in the week.  How am I supposed to sit across the table from him and make small talk when all I really want to do is drop down in front of him and suck until his head caves in?  I'm telling ya...damn.  I'm supposed to sit in a dark theater with him and be good?  I want his hands all over me...mmm.

I'm anxious to see if I can keep to my no sex on the first date rule...I'm bringing condoms just in case ;)

There's a song by a group called SheDaisy.  It's country...called "Please Come Home Soon."  I usually cry like a baby when it comes on...it's been a perfect musical version of my situation.  It just came on.  I closed my eyes and waited, but the pain never came.  I felt a little sad, but nothing compared to what I normally feel when I hear it. 

Does this mean I'm finally getting over the whole thing?

Could it be I just found a hot sailor I want to ride like a wild stallion?

Time will tell :)

Oh, and what's the thing with Katie Holmes?  It's like they're in 6th grade...you know where the girls tower over the boys because the boys haven't hit puberty yet?  I can only hope and dream he knocks her up so that he can deny she's got a chemical imbalance after delivery.  Because, we all know (thanks, Tom) that there is no such thing as a chemical imbalance...just like there is no such thing as brake fluid in your car after your depressed wife cuts the lines...Ass.