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It was a good week.

Last Sunday to celebrate Valentine's Day I wrote Andy the filthiest email describing myself masturbating while having a fantasy about him. Then I called him and listened to him read it which obviously led to us having hot phone sex. The perfect beginning to a week (for a couple who lives 2500 miles apart).

I made some serious progress on my bathroom renos. I finally chose a floor (4 stores and 18 samples later) and ordered it. AND....get this! I made a life-size template of my bathroom floor out of bristol board. I cut the exact shapes and curves around my tub, cabinet, and door trim in one huge taped-together piece. I will lay this on top of the new piece of vinyl, trace it, cut it and then just drop it into place. Presto! I am a fucking genius.

Wednesday I walked to my mailbox and got a piece of mail I'd been anxiously awaiting. My final divorce papers stamped by the judge. O Happy Day, I am officially divorced! One more major item checked off my to-do list. I'm not sure who was happier...me or Andy. Actually I was. But he was pretty damn happy too.

And he's been selling more paintings than ever, like 8 this week. Things are really happening for him and it's exciting. Now a major clothing line wants to talk to him about doing t-shirts. That could mean big money and awesome exposure in retail outlets across North America. Wow.

Does it get any better? Well, there was our Skype date on Friday. We were a couple of gushy lovers reliving the story of how we met and what we were each thinking without the other one knowing. And we talked about all the things we want to do when we live together in a few months. And then there was the sex...

love soup

The love-a-thon burgeoned out of control the other night. I'm still spinning, wondering WTF happened??

Andy and I had made a phone date. We decided we'd each have a bottle of red wine on hand to make it feel more like a real date. So I called him (my turn this time) and we each proceeded to tell about our day. It always starts that way, then he'll randomly say something like did anyone tell you how beautiful you are today? and I proceed to melt.

Then I sigh and he melts and just adds more unbelievably romantic words to the love soup. Sometimes it gets sexual, sometimes not. It happened to go all the way that night. We were having fun and getting along just fine when I looked over at the clock and realized we'd been talking for over 2 hours and it was past my bedtime--waaaay!

Usually that wouldn't be a huge concern, except that the next morning I had to host a big event at work. I was entertaining a group of VIPs for 2 days, and everyone would be looking to me to run the show. gasp.

We said our goodbyes and I tried to go to sleep. My mind and my heart were reeling. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he spoke to me. It was as if we were seasoned lovers, a real couple. It was powerful stuff and left me with such strong feelings for him. I lay in my bed, tossed it around in my head, and the hours passed.

The more hours that passed, the more panicked I felt about not sleeping. I just couldn't get comfortable and I couldn't relax. It worsened the closer the morning came. Finally I slept from 5-6am. But my mind started racing as soon as I awoke again, so I gave it up. I figured the best I could do was get ready for work, pop a Tylenol and a cup of strong tea and face the music.

I felt loads better, though not perfect. I managed to get through that day's events without a hiccup - THANK YOU GOD!! I slept like a sweet dream that night and the next day I was brilliant. Man was I lucky. Not sure I'll play that late night love game again anytime soon, especially when the stakes are so high.

surprise phone sex

Well, well, well. I have a little confession to make. I, Dinamo, succumbed to phone sex last night. August has been a most pleasant month and has ended with a bang! And it was not with Rob, my boyfriend of almost 3 years. We have sex anytime we want cuz he only lives down the street. It was with Andy, my new interest who lives on the west coast.

I really don't know how it happened (yes, everyone says that in the guilt stage). Well, I guess it didn't help that Andy & I were having a fun online chat that turned flirtatious. Before you know it he called me. It was after 11pm and I should have been asleep already, but I had an entertaining diversion.

I was greeted by his voice which was extra low and raspy from days of breathing smoke from the wildfires burning out there. He sounded great and I was sleepy. He just started talking about how he wished he could lie down next to me and touch me. When I closed my eyes, I felt him here with me.

It was all very smooth and easy at first. Then he pulled out the big guns, so to speak. He must have been extremely pent up sexually, cuz he went straight for the dirty. I don't have a problem with dirty, but when I'm just getting to know someone, I like to go very slow and savor every moment of discovery. Heck, you can only do that once!

Although it was a touch racy for me, I went with it for the sake of his pleasure. It was fast and hot and a bit mind-blowing. I didn't get off, nor did I intend to. I suppose it was a sympathy session. But when we finally hung up, I thought what the hell happened??!!?

The fact that I let the late night incident occur means I have some straightening out to do with my current relationship. It is time to tell Rob that need to I follow my dream. It won't be easy, but I need to feel right about what I'm doing and be honest about what I want. It's just not happening longterm with him.