I'm ovulating right about now and realized that last night in the gym I was checking out every decent looking guy around me. Just decent. My standards used to be so much higher.
When I mentioned this to K she said, "Should we call B?" "Maybe, he's always up for it." "It seems like a good idea, but it's probably not." "Yeah, I know, he might have cooties." "Yeah."
We have an old friend, a very good looking, multi-millionaire, French playboy friend, who would be more than happy to sperm me up. It could be fun. It could be dangerous. He could shoot blanks.
You might be thinking to yourself right now...is she a lesbian? Most of the time, yes. I hate labels. I am what I am. Love me or not.
I guess we'll go see a movie tonight instead--it's much safer.