post script

A. Conclusions:
A1. I miss ExBoy, if only because we were VERY kissing compatible.
A2. To quell horniness while not raising my Magic Number, will now start reducing-reusing-recycling. Etchasketch may be first on the list.

B. Observations:
B1. Lest we be fooled into thinking that a single Jewish bachelor had magically eluded the Curse of Weird Apartment Mementos, I did some reconnaissance work this morning as The Man slept. On his bookshelf? No menorah. No stuffed animals. No menu binder. Worse! A dog-eared copy of BERGDORF BLONDES.

C. Conversations:
C1. Recapping between Charlabeet (CB) & Tarabeet (TB):

CB: omg
CB: so he was just a terrible hookup?
TB: AWFUL
TB: AWFUL
TB: WORST EVER
TB: and i am SO not attracted to him
TB: my breast is BLEEDING
CB: oh god
CB: if he asks you should absolutely tell him the truth that he is a terrible hookup
CB: do you think he knows its over?
TB: hahahah no i dont
TB: do you think i could say that
TB: "I just don't think we were very hookup-compatible"
CB: i think flat out tell him he was terrible
CB: he sounds horrendous
CB: that is SO unfortunate
TB: "um, i am in physical pain as a result of your romanticness. your nice apartment doesnt make up for it."
CB: back to your plan of dating men but not letting them touch you