In the last six months I have had sex approximately 8 times. 8 forgettable times. But I imagine they were fun at the moment.
In the last six months I've lost 12 pounds, regained 4, then lost 2 again. It goes to show that when dieting, alcohol intake need not be eliminated, or even really controlled.
In the last six months more men have come and gone from my life than I can actually count. They've all had some redeeming qualities. I just don't remember what they were.
In the last six months I've found true friendship in a guy who's been under my nose for the last 5 years but I had been totally ignoring. Because while I'd like to think I have everything (and everybody) I could ever need in the world, I was totally oblivious to the fact that the only thing I needed but didn't have was him. He's helped me grow in that I he's helped me learn trust in men, something I lost along time ago.
In the last six months, I've had 3 crushes: Jeff, the service engineer; Steve, the Catalina hottie; and what's-his-face, the electrical contractor. Currently the only residual crush is the electrical guy but my infatuation has become somewhat subdued since my fantasies with him involve electrocution upon orgasm. I indulged the crush with Steve, only to discover he was a recovering alkie with a penchant for get-rich-quick schemes. But for once it felt great that my crush had a crush on me. And he was hot.
In the last six months, I've had 3 hangovers. One after a blind date gone horribly wrong, one after a date gone horribly right, and one after a night of girliness so egregious I can't even properly articulate it. But I flashed the two most adorable, grateful frat boys on the island of Catalina.