After much difficulty getting our schedules in sync - so much difficulty that I had already made other plans after already having plans to see him because he had cancelled our plans - F-B and I finally managed to see each other last Wednesday.

But after I'd been out with my friends drinking and whooping it up. =)

White Zinfandel is very dangerous, let me tell you. Despite drinking far more last Friday when I went out, on Wednesday I had one glass of the Zin, and I was snookered. (Okay, I had a couple-three-four shots of Apple Pucker too, but that's less of them than I had on Friday.) So by the time I got to F-B's, I seriously needed to lay down as my head was spinning.

But the great thing about alcohol is that it loosens your inhibitions and makes everything just a tad bit more pleasurable, so we had a very (ahem) fun time - marred only by my cel phone ringing twice (The Ex - boy did that make me laugh) and my gum getting stuck to a very important part of F-B's body. <wink>

"You and your damn gum!" he laughed.

And damn gum it was - took me a while to get it unstuck from him and my fingers and my mouth - probably longer than it should have due to the effects of all the alcohol swirling through me.

But after all the unsticking, everything continued along quite well, and this Girlie got some much needed personal attention, thankyouverymuch.

I have a hard time explaining my "relationship" with F-B. He really is a very nice guy, and I am not quite me when I'm with him. I sometimes don't recognize myself (and I'm not just referring to the sex here): I'm a little softer, a little less take-charge, maybe I even play a little more naive with him. I'm not sure why, but maybe it has to do with a need I sense in him, a need that has to do with being able to impress me with all the things he knows. And he does know a lot, about stuff I never even think about, and so we always engage in fascinating conversations (in between all the other fascinating things we're already doing).

I somehow find him very endearing, and I find myself feeling compassionate and protective toward him ("Oh, your neck hurts? Poor baby! Here, let me massage it for you.").

Then I leave him behind, and wonder: who exactly was that woman there?

Why am I spending time (okay, having sex) with someone who I wouldn't care to introduce to anyone else who knows me?

Simply put, F-B is my mo-ped: fun to drive, but you wouldn't want your friends to see you.

And I'm having a hard time resolving all that in my head.