bad habits

oh boy i've hit that time of night - facebook stalking all the old flames. must...move...away...from...computer. better than drunk texting at least?

i wonder if the feminists would approve

finally, broke the dry spell. charlie chaplin and I met up briefly a few weeks ago, and again this past weekend. now that I've gotten to know him a little better, he really reminds me of the naked man - specifically, the old money part. normally, I go for your stereotypical tall, dark, and handsome over blonde hair, blue eyed with expensive hobbies and dozens of sperrys, but I do seem to have a slight new englander kick going on.

the interesting thing about this now is that I actually would like to be in a friends with benefits relationship. yes, I know I deserve a slap (or many) for all the previous whining, but I actually think this is what I want -- at least until I reach a very important January milestone. I can't split my attention dating, but who wouldn't have some good ol fashioned fun? 

now I have an interesting dilemma, one I've never had before. how do I communicate that I am ONLY looking for fwb? guys seem to be scared off whenever the subject of "hanging out" comes up, because they think that they are going to get suckered into a relationship, and charlie chaplin is no different. I'm very tempted at this moment, mid-gchat conversation to say - "hey, I have a proposal. wanna be fwb? when I say hang out I really mean hook up." 

I never saw justin timberlake's movie, and I'm thinking that maybe I need to.