Light at the End of the Tunnel

Well, none of my blog requests came true. My powers are not as strong as I had anticipated and the whole "spontaneous combustion" thing, I'll have to admit with a heavy heart, was probably a coincidence. But that's okay. I'm still happy because I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Things are getting better and the men in my life are affecting me less and less. Sure, I go through patches of darkness, aka RAGE, when I think of how Plan B. and Plan J. took/take advantage of me. But I get through the darkness quickly, albeit swearing and stumbling along the way, and possibly stubbing my toe. And for the most part, I really forget that Plan B. exists. I still talk to Plan J. but I am accustomed to the idea that I am and always will be the "booty call." My friend Rebecca says I can't be in the "Booty Call Club" (BCC) because I don't abide by the rules. Members of the BCC understand that the only thing you get from BCC relationships is sex. Nothing else. Not companionship, not invitations to outings, not phone calls during decent calling hours. Only sex. Well, I think I can handle that. So I am re-applying for membership in the BCC. I will withdraw my request for membership once I find a meaningful relationship.