There are a myriad of humbling experiences to be had in this life, not the least of which being the first time you bleed on a boyfriend's sheets. His very white sheets. He's old enough to know that this sort of thing happens, and to have seen it firsthand enough times to be unsurprised, but still.
"Mike?"
"Hmmm"
"This is incredibly embarassing, but I started my period last night...here in your bed...in your white, white sheets..."
"Don't worry about it baby, I'll wash them when I get up...How embarassing."

It came out; everything was fine. He can be really unpredictable, but he's put up with plenty from me already. He's starting to come to expect things, which I don't like. "Baby, why don't you go to the store and get some breakfast?"

It's not that I mind doing that--I like to do nice things for people--but I'm feeling a little like a Sugar Mama. I don't need my men to make lots of money, but I would prefer that they make enough to sustain themselves.

I answered a personal ad on Craigslist the other night. I don't know that I really answered it in the sense I think of Answering a Personal Ad. I just sent him an email answering a query of his and told him I wasn't looking for a man or relationship but I am looking to meet some cool people. He wrote me back. Twice actually. We'll see if anything happens with that.

That got me thinking maybe I could just post my own ad, giving all the necessary honest/precautionary information that somebody would need to know first, before I actually have to meet them. The idea of that really appeals to me.

Ann said "I think you should do it. Why not? It's fun to go on dates anyway." So I might play around with that idea some more today.

I've been pretty productive. Got the kitchen cleaned up and the laundry done. I probably don't need to stay holed up in the apartment all day, but I don't know that I really want to do anything else. It's a shame that I live in this beautiful city that I've wanted to live in for so long, and I can't drag myself out of my apartment.

I did go have dinner with Mike at Central Market on Saturday evening. I like their cafe a lot. I had a pasta with artichoke hearts and capers and shrimp in a lemony cream sauce. Mmmm. Afterwards we went to Borders, but I didn't make it too far into the store. Mike went to look at the music and I just kept circling this table of 3-for-the-price-of-2 paperbacks. I ended up getting Assassination Vacation, The Namesake, and Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go.

I am loving Assassination Vacation. There aren't many people alive who can actually make me laugh while teaching me history (which has always been a subject I find particularly boring). I hear her voice in my head while I'm reading it, and that makes it even funnier. I'd been having a pretty shitty week at work and knowing I had those books at home made Sunday a lot better.

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