Single in L.A.

In my “Still Alive” post I tried to catch you guys up on the goings on. I mentioned a mini make out session. By the way, I’ve had another since then – with a completely different guy no less (oh the tales that came from that…) I’ve become what The Panel and I are calling a “Kissing Slut.” 
I spoke with my cousin the other night about this and we both laughed our boy cut panties off at the irony. I HATED kissing and any signs of affection. If I did kiss you (my beau) it had to be a super special occasion. You’d really only know I liked you by the mere fact that I kept you around. 

I can actually think of boyfriends form back in the day that used to BEG for even a peck. Now, apparently, you say hello to me and if the mood is right you get more than just a little bit of sugar. But no sex (even funnier! And a little sad).

So, I guess that’s one thing I don’t mind taking into my 30s. I’ve grown into a more (selectively) affectionate chick. Who knows, maybe in my 30s I’ll actually LOVE someone in return!

Stranger things have happened.

If you’re in L.A. there’s a Kiss N Grind party this Friday at Cicada. I am SO there! Gotta get my kisses any way possible.

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