It’s not over.

Not yet anyway.

Tonight he wrote a list of our varying “interpersonal dynamics” and texted it to me. And it was exactly what I needed.

So I think I like this new place we’re in? Still with that intoxicating new relationship intensity that we all love and crave, but now it is a little more tempered. We are not exactly “normal” or “sane” but we are no longer consumed by total lunacy.

We went briefly mad for a minute there, in the throes of lust and desire and pleasure. I mean, we nearly said the l-word! We basically did. We toyed and danced around it. Lun-a-cy.

It freaked us both out. And rightly so. Maybe him more than me. because you say I’m incapable of love, I say I’m capable of infinite, multi-loves. Tomato, tomato.

Anyway I’m not gonna share the list here, as amazing as it is, because that belongs to us. him and me. It’s ours. But what he wrote swept me right back up into him.

Okay I’ll share ONE:

  • Crazy insatiable raw animal sexual magnetism

Oh, and also this one: “belonging–the desire to give ourself to and own the other.”

Although that kind of falls under raw animal sexual magnetism, right? In fact several items on that list are our perverted sexual proclivities and should be under the raw sex grouping. It seems that the whole list could be categorized and cross referenced, which turned us on when we talked about it, because we are such weirdos.

I am relieved it’s not over. Coming down from this high is gonna suck but that’s future Christa’s problem. This christa gets to soak it up a bit longer. look how happy she is.


Maybe it’s not totally over?

So he definitely pulled back. I’m not making that up or imagining it. He definitely withdrew. Which I get. We got real caught up in each other real quick and neither one of us is exactly the “let’s be in love” type, so if it wasn’t him it would’ve been me.

He’s sniffing at me again, lingering around at my edges, testing out his boundaries. And tonight he let me back in, so I let him back in.

Lord have mercy did it feel good. I want to relive it over and over again. this man knows how to push my buttons.

But now I need to go to bed, it’s late and I’ve been getting crummy sleep the past week so I’m real tired and I need my beauty rest–I’ve got more dates and auditions lined up. And I can’t do 4-5 hours anymore. Need real sleep.

So I’ve got my crotch pillow and nugget curled up against me and so good night

(Not pictured: nugget)

Also last night when the denver nuggets won, my dog nugget got so very excited about everyone cheering for her and shouting her name and celebrating her. She’s a little denver nugget!

You’re welcome Colorado!

Also fuck you Florida. Haha you stupid assholes. watching you lose last night to the nuggets and then tonight to Bruce Cassidy’s golden knights… well that is almost as good as my tinder crush gathering me back into his orbit. Almost.



Someone please help me

I’ve lost all dignity. I know he’s walking away and I knew this was coming and I should just let it go. instead I’m throwing everything at the wall, praying something sticks. But it’s all sliding hopelessly helplessly horribly to the floor.

Have I no shame? Apparently not. jesus christa, what is wrong with you. Dig deep and find some pride and self-respect will you.

I’m not too worried, I’ll get through this embarrassing mortifying time, as I always do. And then, for the next several months, as I lay in bed, I will pore over every detail, every moment, every shameful thing I said and did, and it will crush me, it will destroy me, it will burn me to the ground. and then I’ll rise like a phoenix from the ash. Fly christa! Fly!!!

But omg omg look loooooooook look

Ahhhhhh!!! I need to go. I need to go. I need this to happen. I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

I DESERVE GOOD THINGS.