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Fuck, I just wrote this and somehow managed to erase it!

Fuck.

Woke up at nearly 1pm today! I went to sleep around 2am… WTF? I woke up tired too. Maybe I just needed that rest? I feel like I’m comin’ down with a bit of a cold. This rain is pretty cold…..I went out with ME today (middle eastern dude). We went to see Persepolis (cool movie) and had dinner afterwards. He met me at the movie theater, I was late of course! The movie was cool then afterwards he tried to take me to a new restaurant nearby but the wait was like an hour - so I hustled him up the hill further where there’s a nice Peruvian joint I’ve been wanting to try. He was great about dinner. We decided on the trio of cerviche - I got the paella and he got the duck. He ordered the same blue corn sweet drink that I did which was also very cute. He was not cheap with the food, although he had me wondering at the movie theater because he didn’t offer anything to eat or drink when I got there. Dinner was cool - he can be funny. I gleaned a little more from him. He’s Palestinian, his mother died 5 years ago from cancer - his father lives part time in Jordan. He visits his father in Jordan every year. He was married before to a Palestinian woman - he was really quick to change the subject on this one. He likes children and wouldn’t mind having one of his own. He didn’t get my whole concept of adopting a child and thought three kids was a ‘big big family’. He’s a nice enough guy but he doesn’t ask many questions about me. His teeth are in horrible shape. All crooked and discolored. While he was smiling, I realized that he looks like a mocha colored version of the Count from Sesame Street! He’s got incisors that could cut a cow in half. Yep, he even sounds a little like him too. Once that thought crossed my mind, it was all downhill. I began subconsciously wondering if he would start counting the shrimp in my paella. Then I thought about how I would yell out numbers after each stroke while sweating (preferably on my knees so I wouldn’t see those teeth) in front of his gas ignited fireplace, ‘ONE! hahahahahahha TWO! hahahahhahhahhahaha…’ Yeah, it went downhill from there. During dessert I wondered about the size of his package. Eeeeek. Did I tell you he looks at my chest quite a bit - so I guess I’m not the only one entertaining this insane thought. I could be grossed out or pissed off - but I’m not.

Shit, I’m in heat.

The sad part about it is that I’m entertaining the thought of sleeping with Mr. Eeek (aka ME). What’s worse is that yesterday while in the elevator at the hospital, some of the cleaning guys were on their way up and I looked at one particularly tall and nicely built one like a piece of steak. Big hands, big sneakers…. hmmmmmm….

I need to find some meaningless SAFE sex with someone I find attractive physically….

Ok, better get to an episode of Dexter - the story line is alright - that Michael Hall has a nice body.