Last Night

Me: So, you’re married right?

Cathrine: Yeah.

Me: Is it an open relationship? You guys swing?

Cathrine: Ah…no.

Me: Too bad.

The NonProphets

Went to see the NonProphets last night. God, I hate working nights. I miss everything good. When they switch me to working days I think I’ll go see the NonProphets every Thursday. It will be like when I used to go to The Wabash every Wednesday night. It will be a rite de passage to take all my friends. Cathrine  was there, and we started talking. She was tipsy and leaning in real close and her breasts were rubbing against me when she spoke. I started hitting on her, but Byron kept C-blocking me, unintentionally. Every time I said something to her he would ask me some question about me and my girlfriend like he was writing an article about us for the RFT.  It’s Byron, though, so I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. 

We left the Hi-Pointe and went to Uncle Bill’s, me, Byron, Andy, Lauren and Mallarie. It was so nice to be social again. And unlike recently, I was actually able to hold conversations, so maybe my personality impairment has passed.  

I came home and couldn’t sleep so I stayed up all night writing and reading. Around 6AM I got and instant message from Robin (not to be confused with Robyn, who doesn’t instant message me cause she’s dead.)

Robin –  a self portrait

Apparently Robin’s ex, Kelly had called her up at five in the morning, after having not spoken to her in five years. I guess Robin was looking for someone awake who could relate so we chatted for a while. I was still in a real flirty mood so I asked her to turn on her web cam. Once she did, I started asking her to take her clothes off. She pulled her shirt down below her shoulders so that where her desk cut her off it would look like she was topless, and proceeded to tease me until the wee hours of the morning when I finally went to sleep.