June 11, 2003 - 9:36 p.m.

Horray! Am no longer born-again virgin! Last night and the night before, I had sex! With a person! To get right to the point, it wasn't too bad, but definitely needs work. And Ken's hands are just...right. Can't wait to see him tomorrow night.

The first time was Monday night. By midnight I was entirely too sexually frustrated from the mere makings-out that occurred. I was starting to get mean (never piss me off when I am horny) and figured I needed a drink to calm me down. So I brought the vodka to bed, and we did five or six shots. I became very date rape-y, practically ripping off his clothes, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Turns out he was just trying to be a gentleman and take things slow. But I don't like to take things slow, apparently. Have become someone I don't recognize in bed. Even last night, completely sober I had a very take-charge attitude and demanded what I wanted. I have never done that before. And it is great.

Let me share what is not great. In my drunkeness on Monday night, I must have said something about "being on the pill" which prevented the open condom from being used. It was actually stuck to the bottom of a shot glass I discovered when cleaning up on Tuesday morning (obviously unused). In reality, I haven't even bothered to take the pill at all this month, as I didn't even know him when my cycle started.

Two stupids in one night. I am probably ravaged by STD's and will conceive an unwanted pregnancy.

Must think more positively. This is a nice clean guy who has slept with less than five people (including myself) and all were semi-long term relationships. And will not get pregant, as will call Planned Parenthood for morning after pill first thing in the morning (which is still effective after 72 hours following intercourse).

And will restart own birth control ASAP and encourage proper condom usage for the rest of the month. Refuse to be a statistic.

Ken is so nice to me. He bought me pretty candles. He is taking me to the aquarium on Friday. He wants me to meet his mother. He has fucked me twice and still wants to know me. I am still in shock.

In other news, the impending staff meeting might be relocated. Relocated to a pontoon boat on the lake, with pitcher of margaritas and hors d'ourves. That sounds like fun! It will be the only staff meeting I will ever truly love. Then of course, there is the frightening possibility of someone getting shoved out of the boat during a heated debate. Should be exciting. Oh please! Let The Boss go for this idea! It will be so much better than beer and pizza in the pharmacy after-hours.

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