So here I am in the wild-girl hangover week, where I mostly want to be left alone. But the teary conversation with the betrayed boyfriend couldn't be put off, and the tears on both sides were genuine. A man warned me once that my horniness would make it difficult to maintain a steady relationship. Oh, for the equivalent of an old European life, with mistresses on the side of a happy home life...with the gender roles reversed. Alas, I don't make enough money to afford that, and most men don't want to be "kept."
Now I have to keep young Josh from falling in love with me. I need to end both these dalliances. For one thing, I don't want to be dumped when they find some sweet young thang, and be reminded that 40 is staring me in the face. Ah, but can I have one last taste?