The third between us...

So I was supposed to get finally that juicy ass of E yesterday night. I'd all planned. Then in the way to his apt he revealed his other source of information about me, confirming something I had suspected all along. When he said "J", I felt the Niagara falls pouring on top of me in an icy night, not was only the sadness his memory brings, rather, that he had discussed our intimate moments with E, worst, maybe with all his friends and as consequence with the whole country.

Anyways, my adoration for J reversed and turn into hatred, and the lust for E's ass just dissipated. I won't be eating E's ass, at least for a while. Will turn instead to the other prospects not tainted by J's presence.

Since my last post...

It's a rainy day in my city. It's cold outside. It's cold inside.
A long had happened since I stopped documenting my flings as a means to cope, to understand.
I got to meet great guys that teached me a lot. I got to be brokenhearted again a couple of times. I meet good guys, bad guys. I'd sex with them, I made love with some of them.

D, a full fledged partner, lasted a year, that's a whole story on its own.
A, a failure on launch case and a case scenario on how not to end a relationship.
J, a massive existence failure mishap, and the one who I'm missing the most right now, and btw, the one I still love.

So, let's back to the stories, to write one more time. ..

Let the Journal Entries begin...