Veal or Bull?

I had lunch with a couple of girlfriends the other day. One that follows this blog, and the other does not. It's not that I don't want her here, it's just that she hasn't been invited yet. I compartmentalize my life. I don't think that anyone would be surprised. I just prefer for this to be a "free" space. I have to protect my vanilla self. She's the one with the job that would not support my extracurricular activities in daylight...

Pretty Boy has surfaced again. As is true to my nature, my interest has waned. He has proven himself to be...immature and unworthy. I saw him at our "office" Christmas party. I decided to be nice. Smiled at him, invited him to speak to me with a look. I'd wondered if I'd see him. I was dressed casually, but apparently succeeded in drawing a lot of attention. I'd chosen a soft, feminine leather jacket that fit like a tailored glove. I was propositioned by more than one young man that night, but I was not in the mood for Veal. Pretty Boy proceeded to get sloppily drunk and his ex-girlfriend hung all over him. I left early and did not think twice about it. He sent me an email a couple of days later requesting that I call him. Amused, I dialed the phone and left a message. We talked for a while, but I went to a party later that night, so I got the following text:

pb: I'm sorry I was a dick to you, that's not really me. I think you're a very cool and interesting person. You def didn't deserve to be treated the way I was to you.

I'm sure he was expecting a return "That's ok.", which of course he did not receive. I sent back "I appreciate that." Because, of course, it was not okay for him to be disrespectful. I have avoided contacting him, but have responded to his texts. On New Year's Eve he started with the overtures. I suspect it was because he was working and bored. I was neither. I mentioned that I would be drinking mimosas in the morning and needed some croissants to go with them, he offered to bring some over when he left work. And then he wrote:

pb: I can come over with the croissants and we can mess around.

I did not answer that. He did not show up in the morning. At least, I did not hear him knock if he did - I slept in very late, for me. Let's face it, he is unreliable. I can't really believe anything he says. He no longer really registers for me. His window of opportunity has shut. It would take an act of Congress to get me interested again. It amuses me to toy with him though. Yeah, "mess around". What imagination you show...

As for The Prig... I don't hear from him very often. I let it go for the holidays because he had family around. I will be revisiting him soon.

Hopefully the new year will bring new opportunities. I haven't decided if my tastes are leaning toward Veal or the wizened Bull yet. I'm not so sure that I need to make a decision at all. I can and will have both or either as I see fit. I'm in no hurry to break my streak. One year and seven months and I still have not had sex, but I am in no rush. But I do have a brand new box of condoms ready to be opened if I see fit. It's so much easier to say no when you don't remember what you're missing.