Archive for May, 2009

Stomp, Anniversaries, Obama, and Vacations

It’s been a whirlwind week!  Here’s what’s going on in Honey-land.

Stomp

At my recommendation (I’d seen it before), I took the BF to see Stomp.  If you haven’t seen this show, which includes a variety of dancing, percussion, and comedy (despite no dialogue) I highly recommend it.  The show was sold-out and a great experience, PLUS I wore a really cleavage-revealing dress that, in the BF’s words, “made me giggle” because he gets to openly ogle them.  (This was obviously part of the plan.  I’d put edible glitter on them, after all!).

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zu15Ou-jKM0[/youtube]

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Tax Returns: Complete and Total Satisfaction

Oh, dudes, the beauty of unemployment.  Since I went over 3 months without a job last summer (and since I hired an accountant to do my taxes this year) I am getting back about $2500 on my federal and (for the first time!) state income taxes.

Woot!

What are my plans for the moolah, you ask?  Well, here’s the breakdown:

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Vague Dissatisfactions

Sometimes, just when everything is going more smoothly than ever, you begin to feel vaguely dissatisfied with your life…not unhappy.  Maybe just bored.  Now that the BF and I have moved across town and we’ve settled into a routine, I think he has started to feel that way somewhat (he, like most of us, goes through these phases periodically – they don’t seem to always have such a specific trigger).

We were walking the dog and he said that while he anticipated that we would look back on these days as among the best of our lives, he was craving something exciting and different – something to shake up the regular routine. Continued

Downgrade Your Relationship to Upgrade Your Sex Life

So it’s been approximately two months since I’ve broken up with Megan and we’re now in this weird zone where we’re not GF-BF, we’re not casually dating, and we’re still sleeping with each other. We’re also technically exclusive. The exclusivity mostly comes from me having suck-ass game right now, as I’ve been on several dates with other women and couldn’t get anything going. Megan has opted not to put herself on the market even though I told her it’s perfectly fine if she wants to do that.

There are pro’s and con’s with this situation and the jury is still out (for me) on whether it’s worth it. I set this situation up on the night of our breakup when I simply said that if she ever wanted to get together for drinks and a sleepover, I would be down with that. Megan was initially against the idea but was clearly intrigued by it. We proceeded to have ass kicking breakup sex that night. And we’ve hooked up many times since.

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How I’ve Avoided Having “The Talk” – Guest Post by Demeter

Below is a guest post from a friend I know IRL…sort of.  We’re in the same program and have many of the same professional and research interests, although she started long enough after I began that we’ve rarely run into each other in person (we don’t even live in the same town!).  We do, however, follow each other’s many blogs, pseudonymous and otherwise.  If you like what you read here, check out Demeter’s House.

Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It’s been four months since my last sexual encounter.

Four months–I know, I know. A terrible sin for a woman in her sexual prime. But it goes back to that tricky question Honey raised last week about when to reveal certain things.

Maybe part of my problem is that I’ve spent too much time over the years with my guy-pals, sitting in creaky wooden chairs at the neighborhood bar as we drank our beers and talked about girls. On those Guinness nights my guy-pals told me that they would never date a divorced woman. And they sure as hell wouldn’t date a divorced woman with children. My guy-pals, who admittedly function under overly-simplistic equations, saw it this way: single mom = needy, clingy woman. And my guy-pals ran from this most ominous breed of female.

When I was sitting around having those beer-induced talks with my guy-pals, I had no idea that I would become the divorced woman. With children. But wait, there’s more. The children happen to have pervasive developmental disabilities.

Running yet, boys?

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Defining Casual Sex

So recently in the comments on his blog, Hammer accused me of having something against casual sex, and this got me to thinking.  I mean, I’ve certainly had plenty of it.  I’ve never kept a list of previous partners because I think that’s creepy (like, psycho creepy, ewwwww), but suffice it to say we’re not talking single digits here (though not triple digits, either).  So why do his posts engender an almost physical reaction of disgust, depression, and pity in me?

Well I guess in order to try and figure that out, we’re going to have to define casual sex.  Continued

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