Karma?

I stayed up all night. I had to work on some stuff for the role playing game I'm involved with and then wound up talking to Joe for a while. Roommate things shouldn't be bad for the fall.

I had a "play date" today. A hot cub from Wisconsin was driving over to have some fun and do a photo shoot for Stocky Jock. A lil fun was had and a few photos were taken. About two hours after he got here, he realized that he had made a huge mistake breaking up with his ex a few days ago.

He's now driving back to Wisconsin, he left here nearly crying. I feel like a complete and total heel. It's not my fault, rather I was just the catalyst for him to realize that he'd truly made a mistake that he regretted.

When he looked at me and said "I still love [him]" I nearly threw up as I realized just how much inner torment he was going through and my own complicity in the situation.

I still feel dirty. I know it's not my fault, but I still feel like the evil harlot.

Song of the moment: "Don't Stop (To Listen To His Music)" by Vitamin Z (I'm the "his music", aka the other man).