The Last Week of My Life

The last week of my life. When you read that sentence it has a double meaning. . . . which is it? Is this the last week of my life? Or should I describe what has happened in the last calendar week of my life. Maybe its both. I am attempting not to be fatalistic but I turned up positive for an STI, lucky for me it is treatable by a massive dose of antibiotics. You bet your sweet ass there was the awkward phone call, then all manner of wondering what the hell happened and if the next round of blood work will produce far more scary results based on the time frame of the sex. Or maybe it will be dumb luck, maybe I just got a warning from the sex gods to get it together and use a condom when giving a blow job, cuz I don't & never have. Smart for me, I always use a condom for the sex. Time will tell. Since I've been divorced I've been with more men than I can remember at the moment, but I have written it all down in my journal so, I could feasibly go back and count. Never more than one at a time, and never a one night stand. Lots of tiny relationships, some more powerful than others. Some a better fit than others.  But all come with a valuable lesson about understanding what I want in a partner and how to understand what I need from a partner. Lets go over the basics:
Have to have has a full panel of STD tests within the last 3 months.
Really, really, can't hang with a drug user. Huge turn off.
Good God they have got to like to have authentic silly, slightly sarcastic fun.
As per a previous post, figure out the clitoris before touching mine!
And for fucks sake, be with me when you are with me.

Funny how an STI can knock you back, even one that doesn't really have any consequences.

On to the last week of my life, definition two:
Riding solo to trivia night in a fabu costume!

Riding solo to Of Montreal and holy shit was that cool!

Made a burlesque costume, chreographed a routiene & commited to a burlesque show that was 4 days away.

Went on a dinner date.

Went to a major sporting event, sports, yea sports!

Got a zit on my lip.

Spent $3800 on my hotrod.

Almost kissed a boy I had dated a while ago. Oooo I wanted to but I think I know where that would end up.

Got to see the Shadow Sphere and dj Shadow.

Almost got my big O back, but not quite, WTF, when is that going to happen again. There has only been 2 dudes to produce the BIG O since I got divorced.

Watched 11 movies.

Ended up with bronchitis and am curently spending Friday night alone and in bed blogging.

So which last week will it be? I guess we will find out in 3 months or so.