Monday morning arrived once again and I found myself still unable to walk properly after the weekend. This money saving thing is harder than expected. I spent about 200 dollars over the weekend. Not a great start. But it was definitely worth it.
My weekend began last Wednesday. There was a fabulous engagement party at the house I'm staying at. Great people, great food, great wine. All in all, a relatively tame night though. Thursday was reggae night and perhaps I went a bit over the top. I hadn’t been out for almost a month, and so I might have gone to excess. I didn’t make it home that night, and instead spent the night with a pseudo-spiritual yoga instructor. The whole scenario was fairly laughable. Funny how men can think they have you totally duped. His charade was completely unnecessary seeing as I would have slept with him anyway. I hadn’t had sex in a 3 weeks and I just wanted a bit of fun. If anything, his whole “spiritually evolved” act was having the exact opposite effect that he was going for.
The point is, I went kind of overboard with him, as I tend to do, and let him fuck me in places I generally don’t, and now it hurts to sit, stand, walk, move….. When I left in the morning he gave me his card (people actually do that?) and I left with absolutely no intention of ever seeing him again. I wanted a little fun; I got it, no need to see more of him. So now of course, he wants to see me again.
The thing is, if I was the one pursuing him, he would want nothing to do with me and would be all about it just being a one night thing. I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of scenario he’s accustomed to. So because I didn’t call or make any effort to contact him, he’s now decided we should probably see each other again. He added me on Facebook, sent me a message about how he enjoyed our night together, what I would like to see happen, and some other bullshit about our “connection.” The shitty thing is, I left my bracelet at his place so I actually need to see him to get it back. That should be interesting.
I learned my lesson though. I had just been talking about how I wasn’t going to sleep with men I don’t know all the time, and I wasn’t going to give away my power so easily. I experienced magic this summer more intensely than I ever have with someone, and now I don’t want to settle for anything less than magic. But alcohol and horniness won out that night, and my punishment is a very sore ass. Fitting.
Friday night was amazing. I went dubstepping with great people in what is basically a cave under the city. Dirty, sweaty, grimy, great. Got home at 6 am. Totally worth it.
I had to leave work early on Monday and taxi home because it hurt too much to walk. And I didn’t go to work Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday for the same reason. Although I did go to a party Tuesday night, where I had the opportunity for sex, and wanted it, but I restrained myself and I’m feeling pretty proud about that.
Not sure what this weekend has in store yet….Full moon is coming soon, and it’s in my sign. There’s a bit of a heat wave thing happening too. Last time there was a full moon and a heat wave life got incredibly magical and beautiful. Changed everything in a way. Maybe I can expect a little more of that.
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.
Henry David Thoreau
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