Hello again, Mr. Murphy.

Mr. Murphy has seen fit to send The Scot my way as foreseen. I am sure this is not the last I have seen of him. He would be an undeniable match for me if things were different. I would have to step aside and make room for him. But I cannot allow him to have any power in my life. And there it is.

I am not used to denying myself sex. I just don't see the point. But at this point in my life I am now used to being the one in charge of procuring it as well. I am not used to being "worked over" shall we say. And finding myself the unwitting pawn in someone's little game has left me...disoriented. It seems that I've left myself a bit unprotected. Let's make sure that doesn't happen again, shall we? I am no longer accustomed to being prey. Let's leave that to the uninitiated twenty-somethings who think that every man who says "I love you" actually means it. Or that we mean it when we say it was well.

In unrelated news: One of my associates recently told me that he and his wife had recently separated. I felt a bit bad since I had been giving him a hard time in front of her not too long before. Before this revelation, I was riding with them in their mini-van and noticed a book on the floor. One of those self-help marital guides and thought "uh-oh...", but blew it off. His next words to me were "So what are YOU doing later?" When I turned him down he admitted that they were "working on it" and that it looked like it would work out. Seems she's been "dating" a coworker. I don't think there's much hope it's going to work out at this point.

*sigh* I MUST see the surgeon about having this married-man magnet removed from my person.