but the funny part is that we snuck out of the party as soon as the speeches commenced, and walked back to the car where E promptly stuck his hand up my skirt and next thing I knew we were fucking on the hood and I had one foot braced against a truck and one against a street sign. All in all I think we had sex five or six times in less than 12 hours, interspersed with bouts of schmoozing and sleeping. Also, definitely some "I love you"s and genuine affection; these are all good things.

Still, it's an open relationship, right? And I've got a fuck-buddy waiting list again. I love that. There's the river guide, who emailed me today - that one's in my pocket for later, if we ever cross paths; the Marine sniper, whom I continue to think about a little more than is maybe necessary; the rock star who suddenly looked me up and wants to see me when he gets back from Hollywood -

and I sense the distinct possibility of a threesome this weekend, if we go to the desert, with E's roommate who has big ta-ta's and whom he's been fucking for years.

But I dunno, I don't really like big titties, and besides she is obviously in love with him. I might sneak off and go find the sniper instead. He's fun.