Cleavage FAIL

It seems my cleavage photos didn't phase Peter one bit. He's still avoiding me. I thought maybe I would invite him to stop over to say hello and meet Pete on Saturday when we're in DC, but nooooo he simply CAN'T do THAT. GRRRR. What the hell is wrong with this guy? I have half a mind to show up on his doorstep unannounced, just for the hell of it. Wouldn't THAT be cozy?

So, I figure, since my cleavage pics from last time failed miserably to change his mind, then I should give myself a couple of "FAIL" pics from Fark.com...







Maybe I'll just send his wife a nice Christmas card instead, if he keeps this crap up. I mean come ON, I'm asking for a fully clothed, stop by and say hi kinda thing. I'm not asking for nekkidness, I'm not asking for a hug a kiss or anything else. Can't he even CALL me while I am there for cripes' sake?? I mean GIVE ME A BREAK!! Ok ok I gotta just chill, I know...I know. But I told him that, when he and I were together, he KNEW that it would make me crave him even MORE when I couldn't be with him for several days at a time, so what makes him think avoiding me NOW is going to do something different? It's only going to make things worse. What I need is a sense of knowing that he's still my friend. But he's acting like I'm a leper or something, and doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, like I've been dismissed, discarded, and denied. Now, sometimes, denial is a GOOD thing. But not the way he's acting. I can't figure it out. He promised me he'd see me even after I left DC, even if it's just platonic lunch. Now he's totally dissing me.

Denial is a powerful thing. Almost more powerful than having plentiful sex. It's true, and I know that may not make much sense to sex-addicts out there who read this, but too much of a good thing is just overkill and it eventually loses its "oomph." I've tried to explain this to Pete, who wants sex every day, sometimes twice a day, and I'm just not used to that amount of frequency. I really do need some denial sometimes. Maybe not to the extreme of PETER denying me just the ability to just SEE him in person again, of course, but this is a concept that I fear Pete does not like all that much. If you get me all riled up, with lots of foreplay, and then get me right to the very edge of an orgasm, but then DENY IT...my friend, I am either going to claw your eyeballs out for it, or I'm going to bask in the goodness of torturous lust for awhile, awaiting permission to finally let loose and have an even BIGGER orgasm a short time later. It's a gorgeous rapturous happy thing, sometimes, to just have a little bit of teasing and get all on the edge...I like to ride the edge, ya know? So I'm hoping he'll get the hang of that eventually.

In the job news, at least I've got something starting next week, it's not the greatest thing in the universe, but it's money. I did have an interview today with some really good prospects for temp-to-hire positions, so I hope that will come through and then I can just boot this other gig to the curb. We'll see how it goes.

Meanwhile Pete's busy rehearsing for a play and he's gone most of the time. I sit here in this house all alone most of the day, bored out of my gourd. I have nothing to do except unpack more boxes that I loathe and have been avoiding, or painting, when I don't really feel like doing that either. SIGH. He doesn't get home until late, and so I'm sitting around feeling like a caged bird a lot. It's frustrating. I have no money of my own either, and I don't want to keep asking Pete for more, but that's frustrating too, because shopping is like a therapy sometimes for me, and I would LOVE to go out and do more of it when I have boredom like this. I just feel a bit guilty asking him for money when I'm not contributing any right now.

Well, hopefully soon that will change when I get a job.

And hopefully Peter will eventually be STRONG ENOUGH and MAN ENOUGH to actually face me in person for lunch or a visit sometime soon. I won't give up until it happens, so he'd might as well face it, and just give me what I want. Otherwise I could just keep pestering him and harrassing him until he caves. Hmmmm...maybe that's where I should focus my pent-up energy while I'm sitting around bored and all alone all the time... I mean, I could just drive to DC tomorrow. And show up at his office. Ya just never know.

I'm sure the cleavage photos got to him, I know they did, because he didn't even mention them when we chatted earlier today. I know him that well. It gave him a raging rock hard boner just looking at them. And so, my work here is done.

But Peter (and Pete) should both know, that I will NOT be ignored. Mmmuuuuhahahahahaha!!

Love, Sassy Girl