goob

The problem with cleaning is that you inevitably find things from long ago. Long ago might be a year... or five years... or more.

I found a piece of paper on my bookshelf that was made in february or march of 2003. On this paper was a list of all of the guys I'd had sex with since the Beginning. Each one was rated on a scale of one to ten.

Yes, I actually did that.

So I'm reading over these names, and thinking, "Who the hell is Tim? Oh, wait... that Tim!" and such things. I counted them and noticed there was a gap where I'd forgotten someone. I know who I missed, so I filled in the name. Didn't rate him, though. Heh.

So then I start to fill in the names since then. But dates are confusing, and I don't want to leave anyone out... so I started looking through old "copy-paste" files in my computer. Not enough. I grabbed my old journal to check on one of the guys who might have been 2003 or 2004.

And what a treasure that book is.

I used to keep a regular paper and pen journal... from 1995 until 1999 I was pretty good about writing. I was on my 12th book in 1999. Then in 2000 I wrote less... and stopped altogether in 2001. There are a couple of catch-up entries in the next few years, usually involving some guy or another I needed to vent about. I didn't really resume writing again until last year when I got the SG account. So there's a gap between 2000 and 2004 with very little record. Well... a scattered record. Now I have a lovely record in this SuicideGirls account. I love what SG has done for my nostalgia.

So anyway, I grabbed book #12 and started paging through.

wow. May 1999 was a very good month. In fact, that was a very good year. So was 2000. The years that I didn't write weren't as good. '01 and '02 had some good times but I wasn't really happy. '03 was crazy up and down like a rollercoaster. '04 was bad in the first half, but by June it picked up. And the past year? I think life is grand. You know that much.

I have the journal in my lap right now. I'd quote you something from it, but if I open it I'll never come out of it.

I'm tempted to write a bit in it... but no. I should be cleaning so people can come to my house and enjoy themselves.

GoobBQ begins at 5pm. That gives me 14 hours to be ready. How much of that am I allowed to sleep?

By the way, if you're still wondering about my Sexual Partner Record, I'm not going to tell you the total numbers. But it's interesting to note that in 1999 I did not sleep with anyone new... and probably not with anyone I'd been with before, either. And that was one of the best years of my life. Go figure. Also, up until last year, I never slept with more than 3 guys in one year. Last year I broke that record. Pretty bad, too. Five new guys... plus a couple ex-boyfriends or three. Ouch. You know why I was such a slut last year? It was me trying to recover from my horrible no good very bad ex lover from Nov '02 through Dec '03. Well, luckily I got out of that alive. And clean. Maybe a little jaded.

This year I've been mostly good. There was just the guy on the cruise, and my current man. Did you know that Ray and I have been together for over 3 months? Crazy. I didn't expect this at all. But I'm not complaining. I'm happier now than I have been in years, I think.

That's a little scary, too.

Sorry this journal has been mainly about my sex record. I should be talking about GoobBQ or Folk Fest... or better yet preparing for them.

mmmyep. If you're coming tomorrow, WOOHOO!