I haven't really said much on here lately... That's because I haven't had much to say.
Until now.
I've gone through two girlfriends since that crazy hooker I blogged about earlier; which is strange because I haven't had what I considered to be a "girlfriend" since my almost-marriage went down the tubes quite some time ago.  I didn't swear off women after that... not at all!  But I did swear off relationships.  For a few years, actually.  It wasn't even something I decided on... It just kind of happened that way.

But I digress...

So anyway, after a couple of different minor relationships (one of which COULD have worked out) I decided to go out with this chick who's been hitting on me relentlessly for like three months. 
What the hell?
She THROWS herself at me when she's drunk, but is kind of reserved when she's not.  She wants to chill out (at the 30) grab a bite (the 20) & a beer (the 10) and watch the Bears game...
TOUCHDOWN!!!!!!!!
"If we leave now, we can get there by the time the first quarter's over."
I'm sold.
We're enjoying the game... having a nice relaxing night... good intelligent conversation... and she tells me about this TEN YEAR LONG relationship that she's had.
So I'm doing the math... she doesn't look 40 to me...
Apparently this is the only guy she's ever been with. 
Literally.
Of course I already know what the next question out of her mouth is going to be.
"How many women have you slept with?"
But I got lucky.
Instead it was "Have you slept with alot of women?"
"That depends on what you consider alot..." I reply.
She leaves it at that, thankfully.

But it got me to thinking.  I'm a fucking whore.  That's how I felt.  I know I shouldn't feel that way, or maybe I should... I'm not sure.  All I know is that at that moment I felt about two inches tall.  I got over it immediately.  I can't judge what I've experienced in my life against what she's experienced in her's.  We're two different people. 
After the game she wants to rent a movie.  Cool.  We go back to my house.  She's telling me about how she's never really dated and how she doesn't know what to do or how to act.  About how she's having alot of fun, but she's kind of uncomfortable (I'm not sure why- after all this I'm being a perfect gentleman, as always).
Later she doesn't feel like driving home. She wants to crash at my place.
Talk about mixed signals!
It took her a while, but eventually she showed me why she wated to stay over.  I would have been fine to just crash the fuck out, but the alternative is nice, too.
Then today she tells me "I hope you don't think I'm a slut!"

YOU?  I'm the slut!
Here I go again...

I'm not even sure why I'm putting this here.
Advertising that I'm a dirty whore...

Well most of you know it anyway.