I made out with a naked Russian guy in my bedroom tonight. It was nice. I swear I almost forgot how it felt to have someone kiss me like that. And he's not even a great kisser.

Milos.

I said I wasn't sure if I wanted to be alone with him. Well, guess what. I was alone with him. Through feeling crappy last night and thinking too much about everything, I honestly forgot I agreed to see him today. When he called me up saying that he was leaving work in a while, I was sorta thrown back. I was a bum most of the day and was still in my pj's when he called. Eric called and had me on the phone for like a half hour being his tech support bitch. I showered, got dressed and lounged around. In a way hoping Milos would hurry up and get here before Mark.

It was over an hour and he still hadn't shown. I did the dishes, was Eric's tech support bitch again some more, helped a buddy with a banner. Scarfed down some bagels with cream cheese and pineapple jam. Still no Milos. Then I got a call. It was him. He was on the wrong frickin street. I can't emphasize enough to people that there's John F. Kennedy Boulevard and John F. Kennedy Boulevard East and that no ... it's not one street. People just assume it is. And they never figure to ask someone nearby.

He got here and we sat and talked for a while. He asked about some of the work I did recently. And like any good porno-like situation, his hand ended up on my back. Then he pulled me closer and kissed me. Honestly ... the only thing I kept thinking was how long it's been. I kept my eyes open when we kissed and ran the dates through my head. "The end of September? Was that it? That was it, wasn't it. Aaron. Aaron was the last guy I kissed. Has it been that long?"

We ended up completely naked and mutually masturbated. Early on he asked if I had condoms. I told him no and then I thought, "We won't be needing any anyway since we're not fucking." Oral wasn't even involved. He kept saying, "oooooh" in this sort of awe while running his hands over my stomach. That and saying how cute I was. It made me a little uncomfortable. Guys will tell you anything if you can make them come.

He wanted to shower after. I thought that was a bit much and I was nervous as hell because I kept running this scene with Mark walking in and seeing a naked 36 year old guy in his apartment. It's his apartment and guys can be very territorial. I got lucky.

Milos wanted me to shower with him but I gave him an 'are you insane?' look and got dressed. See, this is where the testosterone runs more. We're not having an affair. We're not in love. We didn't even have sex! We just fooled around. You don't have to call me. I won't feel like shit or anything. I promise. Just hurry up and get out of my apartment before my very heterosexual roommate comes home.

He asked if I wanted to get something to eat. I said yes just to be nice and we left. He suggested Chinese and when I walked into the restaurant, I lost any appetite I had. We ended up just walking out and talking about movies and getting my driver's license while we looked for his car a couple blocks away. We hugged and I walked back home.

Mark still isn't home.