Continued...

Now where was I...oh yeah, Saturday night.  So yes, I did get some action.  So much for being a born again...though that was more from circumstance rather than my desire to lead a good christian life.  One of my favorite things to do after a night of drunken fooling around is to wake up and talk.  I'm always in the best mood at this point (probably b/c I'm no longer sexually frustrated). Nothing serious, not about "feelings" or anything like that, mainly joking around, but I love to lay in bed and talk.  Love it, love it, love it.  So that's what we did all day Sunday.  Oh, it was great.  Usually, I leave as soon as I wake up, I always want to get the hell out before they can think "how do I get her to leave".  This is messed up, I sound like a slut.  I probably would have left, but I didn't have my car.  And I'm glad I didn't.  He makes me laugh, and as my friends know, there's nothing I love more than a funny guy.  It's a real turn on for me.  Eventually, we willed ourselves to get out of bed and we went and had lunch.  Now, I'm just waiting for him to call.  Hoping that he actually will.  I usually think I have good instincts as to whether a guy will call or not, and I have a good feeling at this point.  So we shall see.  I'll just try not to obsess.  I'm in total girl mode, giddy w/ excitment and nervous as hell as to what will happen next.  Stay tuned...
Reagan