I woke up this morning with the 3 H's; hungry, hungover, and horny. Well, more lonely than horny actually. I miss waking up to someone who puts a smile on my face, finding a comfy spot on his chest, and spending the rest of the day in bed.
I texted A to say I wanted to give up on giving up sex for lent. I wanted to call TA. I realized that I've been developing more feelings for him than I should. A texted me back to tell me not to do it, that he is no good for me, and that I deserve better. Then she wrote, "OMG, I am your lent sponsor!" She set the rules for me:
No phone sex.
No facebook chat sex.
Call her the moment I have the urge to text TA.
I accepted the terms and texted her back, "OK. I'm in bed with thin mints and hello kitty."