Loneliness at the Bottom of a Glass

I drowned my sorrows again tonight. God bless Dio – even when we’re annoying, drunk or just talking his ear off, he knows when to pour another super-drink and when to take a stand and pour us into a cab.

Love’s a Mitch

Why do I let men do this to me? I mean, I should have learned by now, right?

He didn’t call last night. He didn’t call today. So I called him. He answered, which is good, but blew me off! It makes me so MAD! Oh, how I wish for the old days when I could exact the sort of revenge those who scorn me deserve! Turning a man’s mother into his most ardent sexual predator (Hippolytus, anyone?) or starting a war (yeah, I know now I overreacted about Helen and Troy and all that) – those were the days! We were respected as we should be! Word would travel – don’t mess with Aphro, she’s as good as she can be bad!

Woman scorned, that’s all I’m saying.

That and watch out.

No Such Thing as Too Mitch Love

I’m in the clouds! Okay, not literally, but…wow!

I’ve had one real date and three “dates” with Mitch. The real date, he took me to a performance of Medea off-Broadway (ironic, yes?), then drinks at the Playwright Tavern followed by more sweet lovin’ at his place. The other “dates” started off as “let’s rent a movie” and turned into “let’s do it” – which is fine, sometimes.

He’s gonna call tonight to set up another “real” date – I can’t wait!

He’s a Mitch, He’s My Lover…

Last night I slept with Mitch. Well, this morning, I suppose, would be more accurate. It was amazing!

I LOVE making out with new people! It’s one of my favorite things!

This is how it happened:

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m much more out of place at a dive like The Delphi than, say, the bar at the Ritz Carlton or even a lounge on the LES. So, to the trained eye – that of Dio, Xipe and Thena, who hangs out there more and more – it’s very clear that I’m spending way more time than usual at The Delphi. But, damn it, when I see something (someone) I want, I get it!

I finally spoke to him, let him get me drunk (he was very impressed at my tolerance – immortal liver, don’t fail me now!). After awhile we moved from the bar to one of the booths. I have no idea what we talked about. All I remember is our legs bumping under the table, me laughing at his jokes and he, charmed as per usual by my wit and good looks.

Then our legs did more than bump, they were simply next to one another. Then pressed close together. We kept talking the whole time. I shifted a leg, he moved his towards mine, slightly rubbing against me. After awhile of knees pressing together, eventually he holding my knees between his, a hand grazing a thigh here and there under the table, we stepped outside.

By then it was super late. As soon as we were alone I let him kiss me. The excitement, the expectations, the fear that he won’t live up to expectations! But he did and it was wonderful.

We went back to his place and made sweet, hot, sweaty love to each other.

We did things that would have made Cupid blush.