I’ve renamed Sweet boy… Now to be referred to as heartbreaker.

It’s a painful thing to feel, when someone isn’t interested in you. When what you have to offer doesn’t work for them but you think they are wonderful. It can fill a person with a ton of self doubt. TONS.

But I like me. So what if I’m not tall, dark haired, and Kate Moss like? And I ask too many questions? And maybe MY style of gentle-nurturing Domination wasn’t the flavour he liked? Maybe it’s something else entirely? Who the fuck knows… I never will. And as much as I am trying to give myself some grace, I am really ready to move on emotionally. He said he wanted to be friends, but it doesn’t feel that way. I’m feeling more like stalker, and that feels disgusting. So enough.

Misty has taken on a sexual cruise director Vicki role, lining up sexual adventures for us. I look forward to it, and started Operation Becca’s Mojo today, in preparation. I needed it anyway.

I also started a separate tumblr for my fitness and health. If you care for such things, DM me and I’ll send you the handle. It’ll be personal, raw stuff about weight loss. Not a bit sexy. The opposite of sexy.

For those who read what I wrote about heartbreaker and my sadness, thank you. I so appreciate the kind words, care, camaraderie and advice. You are amazing. ❤