Distractions

One of the best, most effective things to keep your mind off of that looming, dooming November 21st date is sex. (Sorry to my more modest friends, and especially my aunties!)

When I was in Seattle, we had sex. The kind that left bruises and other "love marks" on various parts of my body. It was kind of funny, actually. My mom asked me about some bruises on my arm. It was all I could do to not tell her "It was from a great sex session, Mom, the really dirty kind." Needless to say, that was not my response. My response was that it must have happened trying to carry all my bags into one of those tiny airport bathroom stalls.

Now that I am 2 weeks (I think it's 2 weeks now) removed from Seattle, the kissing, nasty talk, and of course, the sex, it's hard for me to not try desperately to think of different scenarios that could welcomingly take my mind off of bar results.

I experienced somewhat of an awakening that weekend. Frankly, I've never been that open and honest with someone I've slept with. And it was hot. Was it hot because it was good? Sure. Was it hotter because it was the first time in over a year that I wasn't thinking about bar results? ABSOLUTELY.

I suddenly wish it wasn't 11 a.m. I could really use a green apple martini. And if I smoked, I would certainly be indulging right now.

Anyway, this post was inspired by the woman who commented most recently. She says it helps to know that there are others who are out there commiserating about results, and it got me thinking about advice. My advice? Find someone who (1) you know and trust, (2) feel comfortable with, and (3) get them to do things to you that would make your parents disown you had they known what you were doing.