I Must Have Mono...

...Otherwise why else would I have passed on a perfectly good booty call tonight?

I had mono once. It was the fall of my senior year in college and I was running myself even more ragged than usual. Luckily, it turned out to be the most mild case of mono that anyone had ever seen – I wasn't any more tired than I usually was, in fact, I was more energetic because I was forcing myself to get all this extra sleep due to the mono diagnosis. Friends didn't believe me and thought I was making the mono thing up, until they saw that I didn't have a single sip of alcohol when we were out at the local bars.

My best friend/roommate at the time told me that she knew she had mono in high school when she was too tired to go see her most favorite band in concert. (It was the Spin Doctors at the time.) Her mother knew she wasn't feeling well, but never expected her to pass on the concert. It was all she had been talking about for the past two weeks. But when the poor girl came into the kitchen and told her mom that she was just too tired to go, her mom realized her daughter was really sick and promptly made a doctors appointment for the next day.

I must be going through something similar. I must have mono!

The guy I'm casually dating (let's call him BMW) called me tonight on his way home from dinner and drinks with some friends. We haven't gotten together in more than two weeks, mainly because I was out of the town the last two weekends and his work schedule has been insane the past couple weeks. I had just spoken to him the other day, so I knew he wasn't calling to chat. He was totally fishing for an invite. I played oblivious. Then I played coy. I didn't want to blow my chances for a future booty call, but I really had no desire for him to come over tonight.

Maybe not the strangest behavior, EXCEPT for the fact that I have been so insanely horny the past couple days (my period is coming on Monday and I always get really horny right before) and I still passed on the booty call! I've been 'taking care of myself' like crazy the past few days – I've been that horny. And I was sort of hoping he would call and come over to satisfy these lustful cravings, but when it came down to it, I passed.

I know – there must be something wrong here, right?

The sex between me and BMW is by no means bad. I wouldn't describe it as mind-blowing, but it's certainly above average. Sometimes it's pretty dam hot actually. The thing is, I just don't like him enough.

He's a great guy, but I only like him.

I don't like him like him.

And I know that everyone can go on forever with the whole 'sex is a physical act and doesn't have to be emotional' bit, but for me, sex is so much better when you're really into the person you're doin' it with. Otherwise, after I come, I don't care if he gets off – I just want him to get off of me.