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I'm not going to do it.  As much as I believe I have an inner ho-bag trapped deep inside of me it just isn't going to happen.  I am not going to "date" a 23 year old.  I don't particularly find enjoyment in beating my head against a wall which is what this would equate to.  Except this wall has the possibility of giving me the clap or the herp or whatever else might cause burning and itching and general unpleasantness.  I just can't justify sleeping with someone just to sleep with them.  I feel the need to guard my vajayjay against harmful things in my quest for a man--lets face it, my divorce and kids are baggage enough.  I really don't need an STD raining on my parade of awesomeness.

The cruise is fast approaching and I am pretty sure that after being gone for a week it won't be hard to phase out Smoking Hot Body Boy.  With any luck he will fade away without a fight.  I am a pussy when it comes to being blunt with people--yet another glaring reminder of my social retardation.  I am really amazed I have made it this far in life without being heavily medicated...although maybe that would help.  I still find myself thinking about Vegas Boy way more than I should and how I wish I could have a do-over.  Thanks for the memories...thanks for the memories...