I learned a valuable lesson this weekend: Miss Monique is much too old to drink a fuckton of rum and stay up until 3:30 a.m. I am still exhausted.

My trip to MM’s house was much more pleasant than the last time. He was on his best behavior. The 4 other people there were fun, although one of the women was a total drama queen. I spent most of my time talking to the two people who drove up from Kentucky. Nothing too spooky happened, although there were some weird things.

About midnight, I went upstairs to get my glasses and made MM come with me. He was playfully smacking my ass on the stairs and when we got to the third floor, grabbed me to kiss me. He moved in then stopped abruptly and said, “Jesus Christ, you smell like a bottle of rum!” I said something sassy like, “Sorry ’bout ya!” Needles to say, there wasn’t much action on that front. I crashed about 3:30 a.m. and he came to bed about an hour later. Just like before, he snored like a fucking buzzsaw. Ugh. We slept for a few hours then I got up about 9; I was surprised to see the other people up and went back upstairs to get MM out of bed. Everyone cleared out about 11 and MM and I crashed on the couch and loveseat.

I think I drove home about 1:30 p.m. I was so tired, I probably should have just stayed at the house and driven home this morning. Almost as soon as I was in the door of my apartment, I crawled into bed, where I slept for 2 hours … then I was back in bed by 8 p.m. Yeah, I’m the party girl.

This afternoon, MM IM’d me that he got ANOTHER speeding ticket … and it was the same cop who gave him a ticket a few weeks ago. MM was grumpeeeee. It’s a good thing we had the conversation over IM because I was laughing, which I’m sure would not have gone over well at all.

It’s been roughly two months that I’ve been seeing him and while I like him, I’m still moving slowly. This house is a big issue — he’s down there basically every weekend and it’s a lot of work (I cleaned the kitchen and did laundry there). He talks a lot and I tend to drift off and lose track of what he’s saying at times (I guess that’s a gender role-reversal, huh?). And then there is the snoring. UGH! None of those are total deal-breakers though, just signs for caution. My friend S asked me today if MMw was good in bed and she was really surprised when I said I didn’t know … and pointed out this may be a new record for me (which I think it is). He’s going to come over one night this week so, like always, we’ll see how things go …