Climbing the Walls

I am seriously about to go crazy and take people with me on a very, very long trip. Ever since last weekend's sex-crazed mayhem with Bartender Guy I am going out of my mind. It is official that he has blown me off and I am majorly jonesing for more of him and his action. It has to be illegal somewhere that you cannot have mind-altering amazing sex and then go poof! Not fair, and I call shennanigans!!!!!! Sure, I have this date on Saturday night, and from his picture he seems like an ok looking guy, but he is not painfully gorgeous like Bartender Guy. There are too many hours in the day where my head has wandered into thoughts of last week and his "talents". Argh! I want to scream. Scream I tell you. The only other current prospect I have is the ex boyfriend and quite frankly sex with him was never any good, even when we did have it which was nowhere near often. I'd be afraid of calling our the Bartender Guy's name because I would be thinking of him the entire time. I need a drink. Actually, several of them.