For the first time in a really long time, I am not in the least bit horny. I'm not quite sure how to handle it. It is such an odd sensation to look over at an adoring "The One" and not want to rip his clothes off and take him, or at least want to sit in his lap and lean my head against his shoulder. It's nothing that he has done. He is still the adorable, loving, charming man who does little things to win me over every day. (such as making muffins for breakfast)

Last night "The Other" showed up at my house. I think he was hoping that his presence here would set me off and we would have a fun night, but rather we sat and played video games and then talked a little before he realized that wasn't going to happen and went home. Oh. . . And for the record, that yellow shirt is not a good part of your wardrobe. . . Don't do it. There have got to be better ways to add color.

As for women, as usual, there isn't anything other than fantasies to report. But they are nice fantasies. I've been talking online with a bisexual woman who is married and looking for that elusive bisexual woman to join them. (aren't we all?) She is very intriguing, and if we wanted the same things (such as if she were looking to join someone or I were single and looking to join a couple) I would be very interested in pursuing things. She seems to be almost everything I want, of course I don't know her well enough at all to know if we'd really be compatible, but aside from the logistics of men it seems we'd be very compatible.