Dude.

SMB was all up in my shit last night. Texting me to meet him out. I resisted his attempts. I feel proud.

I plan on having a grand ole time this weekend with lots of my gal pals - perhaps getting some sun - and perhaps having some more fun, phone convos with Lobsterman.

Seriously though. You don't need men when your weekend itinerary consists of bowling, a haircut and potentially laying out by a rooftop pool.