We all have our limits. I found out about mine when I went to the library today. “We need to let you know you can only request five items for purchase each month. Based on the number of items you’ve requested, you can’t make any more suggestions until September.” “OK,” I replied. I figured my luck with them purchasing every item I recommended would eventually run out. “We really appreciate your suggestions,” the library staff continued. “Without them we wouldn’t have such a diverse selection.” Diverse. Right.
FatGirl is also a fan of diverse selections. After learning of my library limits, I met him at the park to work off that which I didn’t take care of at the gym. I don’t’ mind going to the gym, but I don’t want to take it for granted, so I set time limits – preferably no more than 30 minutes for me. FatGirl, on the other hand, doesn’t mind staying a while because he spends a majority of his minutes checking out other guys. This is not an activity he limits for the gym – he checks guys out everywhere. “I’m so horny right now,” he told me. “I know,” I replied. I didn’t really know for sure, but I assumed, based on how many times he did double takes. “I started flirting hard the other day,” he told me. “What does that mean?” I asked. “I just told people, ‘I’m going to start flirting’ and I did it. It’s hard flirting with gay guys.” “Not for me,” I replied. FatGirl likes to flirt with straight men and I tend to flirt with gay men. Why? Well, we all have our limits and, clearly, FatGirl and I are trying to limit our dating options.