Still alive and kicking. Kicking so hard.

I can't believe I haven't blogged anything since April. Two months? Really, Jenn? WTF?

I've changed my settings so that only a few people can read this now. So now it's more like a diary than a public display of my antics. Which is fine, I suppose.

I'm doing well, nothing major to report. I just felt the need to write something and fill some space.

I met a guy who seemed like he would be a good long-term option. Trouble is, he just doesn't have much time for me. Between working nites and taking care of his ailing older sister during the day, he's only able to squeeze me in once every couple of weeks. Not sure that's going to work for me in the long run. We went out for a month before having sex - and it's now been about a month since that happened. I was trying to hold out, to be nice and just save it for him - but we all know that I don't roll that way. In my own sociological experiment, I've ascertained that I'm a much happier person when I'm having sex fairly often, and a pretty sad, depressed gal when I'm not doing it at all. And as we know, monogamy has never been my strong suit. So I broke a 'rule' and slept with one of my favorites, even though we've been in the 'friend zone' for 3 months. Yadda yadda yadda, I feel much better.

I'm not sure I'll ever be able to maintain anything monogamous. Unless it's with someone who puts out every day. Sadly, guys my age aren't able to do that anymore, and the younger guys will eventually leave me and find someone their own age who can give them babies. Sigh. What's a cougar to do?

I never really do dump anyone. The Very Good Looking Ted is still around. Italian boy usually checks in monthly. Jason, of course, we still hang out, and he's not only my favorite, but also my favorite person to break rules with, and the Bass Player is coming to Dallas this week. None of them ever really go away, do they?

Hope you're all doing fab. It's early, I'm off to work shortly.