The Dateable Dork

Who could forget the latest chapter of my seemingly never-ending medical drama in which my poor little non-functional pussy was threatened with a knife and stitches?  Well, here’s the latest: although the prescription that I picked up a few weeks ago has been very successful in returning the pussy to a semi-normal state, the root of the problem does not appear to be going away.  In fact, I don’t think it will ever go away unless I undergo the reconstructive surgery to take care of it once and for all.  I mean, if I stop using this prescription, will things to back to the way they were before?  I just want this taken care of for good.  So, I’m calling my BFF the gynecologist tomorrow and scheduling the procedure.  Pussy, brace yourself: you’ll be sliced and diced into an unrecognizable state, but will hopefully come out of it good as new.

I seriously can’t believe this shit is still going on over a year after the great sex with New Year’s Lips that got me into this drama in the first place.  But overall, the news is good: the STD workup came back negative in January, and as far as my gyno and I can tell, nothing seems to be coming back.  So, perhaps New Year’s Lips’s legacy is finally dying out.  In fact, I had a box of tea in my desk at work for quite a while – the same type of tea that he used to make for me on weekend mornings after I had spent the night at his place – and I finished off the last of it this morning.  I took a deep, nostalgic whiff of the box and its spicy aroma – reminiscent of those winter mornings spent cuddled on his couch in front of the fireplace – before swiftly tossing the box in the garbage and getting back to work.

Ah, NYL – what a cutie you were!  Not to mention a great fuck.  So sad to see you go… but so glad that the little traces you left behind are finally fading away and relieving me of my misery.