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(the wine is helping) You have to wonder what it takes to actually become a sexpert. Or what it takes to aspire to be one. I'm gonna start with
1) a heck of a lot of free time
2) a lot of people skills...among other skills
3) the kind of person who actually wants to know such strange facts as which way the average man "dresses" each morning. Yeah, see this week's Time Out.
Darker thoughts aside, I'm gonna say that I prefer "vanilla". Yeah, ice cream would be really nice right now. Or some wine. I think I'll go raid mom's wine.
I told local guy (the 30-yr old) I wouldn't be anything more than friends with him. I'm thinking he'll never ever call again. And that's actually fine with me. I mean, it's not like I need older men to buy me booze anymore, y'know.
Things are pretty great otherwise. I'm moving out at the end of August, no matter what it costs and what Mom says. I'm never gonna be me-me as long as she expects high-school-me. The many-me's feel crushed by her evilness. Just knowing I'm leaving makes me feel good.
Helen's having a HUGE opening party in the Hamptons on friday which I probably can't go to simply because I'd be doing all the driving by myself, including returning at about 2am because I'll have nowhere to sleep. My foot's healed enough for me to walk quickly in sneakers, although no speedwalking yet. Boo. But emotions-wise, I'm in a very good place. Honestly, I have no idea where my life is going, what i'm doing with myself, or any of that. But I feel good just the same.
