I appear to have collected myself, and then some.
I have found a great SD. He's a top-notch attorney, a total sweetheart, and so far, pretty generous. We haven't yet consummated anything beyond getting drunk at lunch with one another, and him treating me to a wonderful spa day. He's more interested in mentoring me, I believe. He's a total narcissist in that regard. I know he's only taken such an interest in me because he is truly in love with his own ego, and I, for lack of a better phrase, have the same swagger as he does. I'm confident, rather brash, self-assured, and fancy myself intellectual. I don't like losing. I think him getting close to me is the only way he will be able to feed his ultimate fantasy: fucking himself. We shall see, but for now, I play to the vanity.
And in a strange twist of fate, CC, the man of the fabled Black Amex, has been back in contact with me. He wants to start seeing me again...urghhh. I adore him to pieces, he's quite a nice man, but I can't waste my time on something so lacking. I wish I could just have my cake and eat it too, but sugar never works that way - ever. I'm kind of at an impasse. We have great chemistry and company, but I don't need another boyfriend - mine is more than enough. I want sugar, dammit!
