sex is a good way to forget you're not eating.

I survived Day 3 of the cleanse, mostly with help from The Activist, who continues to make me super happy in bed. So yay! After a rough day of nothing but juice for the third day in a row, The Activist texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out. He was being a little different than normal - wanting to hang out earlier, flip flopping on where we should go - so I was terrified that I was going to get the "It's been nice, but I'm out" speech. I was wrong - it must've been hunger making me crazy. Thank GOD because I cannot lose this FWB situation. It's the best one yet. I like him a lot as a person, but we are strictly screwing. We only text when we want to hang out, but when we do hang out, we have real conversations and treat each other like human beings, and then have awesome sex. Everybody wins and it's all good. Last night's hookup with interesting, though...

First off, his landlords weren't home, which was awesome because we got to hang out in the den and chat. He was eating chili when I came over and I wanted nothing more than to yank the bowl out of his hands and go HAM on that chili, but I'm a lady, so I just explained that I wasn't eating. He seemed mystified by me doing a cleanse, but generally respectful of it. He ate quickly and put the food away. Then, there were the pets. I've slept over there a bunch, but I never really knew they lived with animals. There are two dogs - they are so cute and affectionate! - and then a black cat. Oh Lord, that cat...

So apparently the cat, named Lumpy, has now become obsessed with The Activist. It sleeps with him at night and generally loves him. Needless to say, phe (we don't know its gender - Vest calls it Homo Cat) was NOT happy that I was in the picture. We were making out and rolling around on his bed and then all of a sudden, I turn around and open my eyes and these two green eyes are staring at me. It's the damn cat! It was generally all up in our business the entire evening and he had to put it out of the room several times, but whenever one of us would go to the bathroom or leave the room, it would immediately run back in. One time, I was alone, laying in the bed and phe came in. It kept looking at me and sizing me up like "Who dis woman?" Then it leapt onto the bed and kept making these noises and looking at me like it wanted me to move. Then when he came back, it would lay in between us. Stupid jealous cat. I had to laugh at it though, because it was amusing.

Yes, that was my night - trying to get laid while also swatting away a cat every 20 minutes. I still had fun, though. He made me some tea so I could get some kind of nutrients in my body and we watched a documentary on the Newark race riots of 1967 and then we went to sleep. Not my typical date night, but fun nontheless.