Klepto-girl stopped by the apartment early this morning around 10am to pick up some things she'd left here after our party the other night. You have to keep an eye on her when she's prowling around, and I did as I ate my cereal - stilly groggy and shaking sleep out of my system. We chatted at the table for a little while and she reminded me that I promised to accompany her to see her friends band play at some party in the hills on Friday night. I didn't really want to go, and to be honest I already had plans with ChI, but I felt bad because I never hang out with klepto-girl so what did I say, "Yeah sure I remember, I'll be there - can you give me a ride?"

ChI and I are probably going to get in another fight over this. We spend so much time together that sometimes I just want to go out and do something else. Here, I am obviously in the wrong because I technically made plans with ChI first. And an evening with ChI will most likely end in mindblowing sex - with klepto-girl I might be lucky and have her only walk off with ten bucks from my wallet.

Around 1pm I walked down to work and talked with John, the other bartender. I'm not working tonight (I rarely do on wednesdays) so I spent the afternoon over at Jen and Steve's making music and painting. They took short breaks to go buy some more wine or get high in the bedroom. In such a sexually active (it seems) group of friends, Jen and Steve have surprisingly lackadaisical attitudes about it. I suppose it's because they have been together for so long but I just can't confide in them about my exploits or desires - for this reason I get utterly frustrated with them sometimes.

I walked by ChI's house and she was talking to some guy I didn't know in the living room - a kid from her art class I think. He's probably no older than 22 and looked nauseatingly interested in everything she had to say. I got a beer from the refrigerator and joined them on the couch, not saying anything just sitting and drinking my beer.

This kid had no idea who I was (and I didn't much care who he was) so his attempts at hitting on ChI were unaffected by my subtle glares. I am the type of guy where, if he wanted to fuck her, he should have just said, "Goddamn I lust for you - lets fuck." But this "Oh your paintings are so full of life..." and "It takes real talent to notice the intricacies of Mourreau's work..." Give me a break! I heard (and used) better lines than that in college!

This ridiculousness continued for another hour or so and ChI (of course) loved every minute of it. She's a glutton for attention (in whatever form) and I'm almost convinced that if I hadn't been there drinking she just might have fooled around with him. The kid left around 8pm and she turned to me as if I had just shown up...

Of course a fight ensued, developed around my little petty jealousy and her need for attention fostered by this college art student. It's almost infuriating how she plays herself off as being such an independent girl yet is so utterly dependent on the attention of others. I am happy to give her this attention because (in a weird sick way) I love her, and because she's one of the only girls who puts up with my crap on a regular basis. Our relationship is difficult because she is never satisfied with only my attention - and if someone else comes along who (for a brief instant even) pays more attention to her than I do she's off with him.

Our fight ended with her throwing a nearly full beer at me, breaking on the floor near the fireplace. After that we were both quiet and I think realized how silly our yelling was. So, we reconciled in the usual manner - hard and fast on her squeaky delightful iron bed upstairs. As I lay in bed afterwards I wondered to myself how many fights we'd gotten into solely to have sex later.

Dean