Editor's note: Names have been changed to protect identity.

Name: Shari
Age: 44
Build: Medium
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Remark: I forgot how raw and exciting sex with a stranger can be. Of course, it doesn't hurt when you're drunk off your ass. I'm just afraid that since this was an inner-office type of deal, it could come back to haunt me.

To all you out there who were expecting to get the grind on, sorry to disappoint you. Here's a quick update: Somehow, unbelievably, I was talked into giving the BITCH one last chance. Guess what? It didn't work. I'm such an idiot, a loser, when it comes to her. I have so much hate for her right now, I can't even begin to describe it. I wish all kinds of horrible things for her (yes, I know, how very mature of me), even kind of wish she would just die (double horrible!).

Anyway, now I can get down to the business of getting the grind on. I know exactly who to start with too. There's this cute little blonde from my office that has been pursuing me. I had put her off because, well, you know, I was trying to work on my relationship, and I was committed to that. I don't have to worry about that anymore. In fact, I think we'll go out on Monday and see, you know, what happens.

I fully expect to have updates for you with all my conquests. How fun is this going to be!

OK, I've decided since I'm single again, down here in the Lone Star State all by myself, that I'm going to let loose and have some fun.

Warning: Reader beware

I've decided to fuck as many women as I can. I know that might offend some of you, but hey. For many years, I was very committed to one woman, to loving her, and doing right by her even as I was getting screwed over by her. And what did I get out of that? Nothing, really.

So, now it's just about fucking as many different women as I can, getting the grind on. I'll take them as I get them, tall, short, hefty, skinny, blonde, brunette, redheads, brownies, blackies, whities. Whatever. The more the merrier.

Of course, it will be my luck that the first one will be something special and I'll be right back in a relationship.

Nothing serious, just a lot of grinding.

Let's get it on.

Well, I no longer live in Colorado. I moved for job reasons to south Texas. I left friends, family, etc., back in Colorado. Now I'm all alone here in Texas, and that got me to thinking.

How easy would it be to just disappear? Walk of into the sunset and never be heard from again? It does have a compelling element to it.

I think there is a fine line between love and hate, and how love can turn into hate very quickly.

It's funny, wanting something so badly, but being shit upon, shit upon again, lied to, shit upon yet again, lied to again, and then cast to the curb. I'm seething with hate right now.

I'm literally sick. I can't stand this feeling. I just want it to go away. But it never will.

Like the idiot I am, I'll live with it until it consumes every last pore in me.