I spent the weekend at the Drummers place.

I now understand the meaning of euphoria.

He spent hours licking whipped cream and chocolate sauce off of me. Hours. And he didn't want anything in return.

He owns Donnie Darko. He will spend hours watching old episodes of friends and playing Mario 3 and Megaman 2 with me.

And he made me pancakes for breakfast.

How is it possible that after getting life wrong for so long that I could magically wake up one day and get everything so right?

And to all of you men out there, I don't think I was the only one doing things wrong. I am going to place some of the blame on you.

Do you know that the first time Paul saw me naked he took a step back and told me I was beautiful? Repeatedly? And that he kissed and complimented every inch of my body?

Do you know that most of the other men I've encountered believe sex to be a race to the finish?

Helpful hint to men of the world. You don't have to be a modern day Romeo. Just be nice. And quit making her feel like sleeping with you was a mistake. That by doing so she has mysteriously transformed you into "guy who doesn't give a shit anymore".

You all should be ashamed of yourselves.

(amendment to rant featured above: I am foreseeing a lot of angry replies from those of the opposite sex. I realize not all of you are like this. Only most of you.)