Third date and still no U-Haul

People of Blogland, what can I say, I’ve been too busy to blog. I’m a black sheep. The black sheep of Blogland. A renegade. A dissenter. A flake.
Now that we’ve go that out of the way, let me tell you what this black sheep has been up to.

1. Perhaps rather predictably, this corridor sex thing seems to have expanded to other areas of the house. My house. I do wish I had a proper couch, though. You just slip off this one if you’re not careful, and the floor is a bit hard.

2. I manage to silence the in-head shopkeeper for minutes at a time. Over my lover’s shoulder I can still see him, gagged, shake his head at my lust-driven behaviour.

3. The cat really, really likes her. To the point that he ignores me and goes to her instead.

4. The thing is, Blogland folks, I have another date lined up. On Saturday. With someone else. After how many dates with one person does it become morally wrong to have dinner with a stranger? Is there a Dating Etiquette somewhere I can refer to?

5. When the gag comes off, the shopkeeper sighs, and waves the List of Less Than Desirable Things at me. I wish he would go and sign a temporary contract somewhere.

6. I’m seriously underslept.