Fight me Please!

I would first like to give props to anyone that dates or is married to a professional athlete. Even an amateur athlete. You must have incredible patience (something I am still working on!) I don't know how you do it. You are and forever will be second in the lives of these men and I find myself wondering what I am getting myself into.

[Fighter] came over last night, close to 11:30 and was surprisingly a really good sport about watching Shutter Island with me so late (Great movie by the way!) It was close to 2:30 when the movie was finished and he was of course just going to stay because he had a boxing class this morning downtown. Now I am going to be a little candid here, so forgive me.

There we are, silk Victoria's Secret Sheets, black thong, white tank with no bra. Hello ladies, I could not be throwing myself out there more if I just jumped into bed naked! He probably wouldn't have done anything anyway! No kissing, no cuddling and no sex. I have never questioned my sex appeal more. I like to think that I am an attractive girl. I stay active and fit and I have never had any complaints (well except F&%K face, but I don't ever even want to get into that). I cannot throw myself at this guy every time. I need to be seduced every once and a while. To feel wanted. The guys in the ring with him are seeing more action than I am! Come beat on me for a little bit (at least my nether regions!)