So, I've been working on my next fling, my next dating victim ...

Meanwhile, thoughts of the previous one eat away at me. 

I had spent an hour with Pretty Boy Pete on Friday night who had managed to semi-remain-in-the-pictur e throughout my "relationship" with Josh.  At the end of the evening, he had tried to kiss me.
"I thought that was weird," I told Val.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, we haven't seen each other in like two months and we spend an hour together and he tries to kiss me?"
"Is it because you still have feelings for Josh?" she asked, completely disregarding the excuse I had made up.
"I don't know ..." I said.

I can't believe he hasn't called.  I can't believe it's been a week with absolutely no contact with him.  It's harder than I thought it would be. 

Something else eating away at me:  I don't know if when he called me last if he was actually ending it or if he was just going to give an ultimatum. 

I have a big mouth.

The other thing I keep rolling around in my head is him letting me wander around downtown Atlanta by myself.  My friends and my parents were furious when I told them that.  My dad said, "You better not bring that boy home."

Maybe that is what is adding to his appeal.

I thought about initiating contact again with Nasty, the guy I made out with from my birthday party.

But then I remembered that he had confused me and my sister.

Val was at school when one of the guys from the hockey team came up to her.
"I heard you and Nasty went out," he said.
"Umm, I'm engaged.  He went out with my sister," she responded. "Are you sure he didn't say Michelle?"
"Nooo, he definitely said you."

Are you kidding me?