The musician left this morning for Dallas for his new year's show.  I'm leaving a little later.  I've kissed him before, but the thought of starting 2008 with a kiss from him is intoxicating.  I plan on not getting completely wasted.  I don't really want to be drunk around him.  I want to keep my composure.  We'll see how that turns out.

After the musician left this morning, I walked to the coffee shop today for my usual green apple smoothie.  I didn't see the badass, but the guy in line in front of me had (I'll be completely honest) - the best ass.  I'm not sexually fustrated.  I was actually pretty satisfied.  (The musician is a morning person.)  But I invisioned no one else in the shop.  I scooted up in line so that my breast touched his leather jacket, and I started to kiss the back of his neck...  Right as my hand reached around the front of his waist, a couple of tourist bumped into me and knocked me out of my day dream.  Wait...was I just fantasizing about this stranger in front of me?  I know fantasies are natural and you can't really help them, but I can't help but feel a teeny bit guilty.  I just mind cheated on the musician...

Then it hit me...I wonder just how many fantasies he's had about other women....how many when I was present?  Again, I know it's natural, so I'm not getting jealous...just curious.  However, this is a question women shouldn't ask.  Not because the guy will get all shy or something....actually, in the experiences I've had, they're usually quite honest.  And that's why you don't ask.

Anyway...time to start the typical end of the year blog.

2007 was a crazy year.  I moved.  I loved.  I partyed.  I drank.  I fucked.  I was proposed to in the shittyest way.  I watched my friend get crabs...well I didn't actually watch her GET them, but I did see the aftermath.  All in all, it wasn't a bad year.  Confusing at times, most times, but not bad.  This is a great way to end it.

Some friends and I are about to leave to head up to Dallas for the musician's show.  I can't wait to see him....maybe I'm getting obsessed.  Maybe it's just because it's new years, and I know I will kiss him tonight and it mean something to both of us.  New beginings.  New relationships.  New everything.

Happy new year!  Be safe...crabs are a bitch.