"Maybe it lasted a day, maybe it lasted an hour, but somehow it will never end." -Nine

I am finally back home in LA and it feels good to be back in the saddle! But the nostalgia of coming home brings further nostalgia of a time probably best forgotten.

Last night, I spent the night with "Boy Toy". Boy Toy was my "birthday present" I received when I turned 27. He was in the right place at the right time. Had it not been for the extenuating circumstances of me being the drunk and desperate birthday girl holding a pool party, he woudln't have gotten the time of day from me. He is someone with whom I used to be involved, for the sole reason that he has big biceps and washboard abs. In the past, Boy Toy has also driven me to the point of insanity, fasely accused me of lacking trustworthiness, and generally acted like a boneheaded jerk.

Boy Toy sent me an instant message weeks ago wanting to hook up. Last night, I finally took him up on his offer. I know it's a little crazy, but 1) when it rains, it pours, 2) a girl in my position has to take whatever she can get whenever she can get it, and 3) after all the shit he's put me through, he cannot ever hurt me again. I figure, the disaster potential here is very low, so there is nothing wrong with a little dalliance.

Anyone care to place bets as to whether or not he comes back for more and how long it will take him? Drop me a line for the odds.