Lust Bunny

I spent the last day before my birthday in a state of deep rut. How bad was it? I was sitting in the Jesus Freak Cafe, and the only thing to tune out Christian Rock was Garrison Kiellor gassing on through my headphones. My fantasies involved various pieces of the furniture. I took a long walk when I got too restless, and it rained. My lascivious thoughts continued unabated. I gained momentary relief of a dark sort when I remembered some of the things I read in The Game by Neil Strauss, which has pretty much convinced me that if I am in a social situation, and a man is looking in my direction and his lips are moving, he is lying big time. Like I said, it was only temporary, but it did get me into a side thought of whether I'd rather be lied to or continue on in my solitary frustration. Either way, it'd end badly. I am comforted by the knowledge of the transience of all things, including lustful states.

On a far more positive note, I forgot my lunch yesterday and had to go to Panera. After I finshed lunch and had opened my book, I was approached to do a survey interview. Assured that I would get back in time to start my next shift and the lure of a $25 gift card, I acquiesced. I had a rather delightful ten minutes talking to three decently attractive men and being asked my opinion and being videotaped. And I was paid. Now, of course, they wanted something from me and didn't have their full cards on the table, but I am never picked for this sort of thing, and it was kind of flattering. They didn't want anything but my opinion, but as anyone who knows me knows, you're likely to get that whether you pay for it or not. It really brightened up my day.

So, tomorow I meet my mother and we do brunch and a play. St. Buffy, please don't let me strangle her.