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May 3, 2006
I haven't seen him since we met on the subway in March, and we've only communicated briefly by phone and via instant messages and email. So why am I sitting on the sofa, in the dark, murmuring occasional encouragement into the phone as he strokes himself to the sound of my barely audible voice?

Although his stamina impresses me, I want to tell him to save it for a live encounter, because I'll be pissed if, after he "gets off"and I get off the phone, I discover that I missed most of an old Molly Ringwald movie for this.