So I need to change my name to Witty and Mildly Scandalous

Soooo my night last night.....
I have always been a pretty "good girl" any of the women who know who I am on here, will back me up and agree. I pretty much follow "the rules" anyway.....................
Well it has been about six weeks since me and the formerly know as had gotten "busy". so I have been feeling lets say " a little tense" this past week. And it wasn't a matter I wanted to take into "my own hands" so to speak.I have a friend I met on Match 9 yrs ago. We have long since determined we could never really date, we are very different and would kill each other. But we have made out in the car from time to time for years. There is no doubt of our Chemistry. The fact he looks like Joey from Friends never hurt either. Well after formerly known as did his major f-up last Nov when he "accidently proposed to his ex while dating me" I called up said friend known as chiropractor boy, and used him for revenge sex, yup you heard me................... He knew the deal and was fine with it !!!!!
So since I was feeling frisky and am not really one to random hook up with a newbie (not that i think there is a thing wrong with it at our age, we are grown ups, it has just never really worked for me) I text the chiro and see if he wants a play date....... Well he was cool with it, then started overthinking it a bit which was totally getting on my nerves. Seriously. Anyway- we decided he was coming over last night. Well I will be damned if he had a close relative pass away. and was obviously in no mood.... And I had already pulled out the wax pot to fix the 70's porn star look I was sporting......
Soooooooooooo since I was not going to get any action...... I went to dinner with a girlfriend, so we could commiserate and vent. At dinner we figure out we are BOTH being hit on by the same 24 yr old on POF !!!!! So we came back from dinner and sent him an email busting him !!!!!
While online my high school boyfriend imed me. Now he was the first boy that made my stomach sick, and my toes curl. He was the first boy to make me cry, and the first man other than my father I told I loved. He was my first musician (drummer) in a very long line. I spent most of 1984-1985 in the backseat of his car, or the couch in my parents basement listening for my dad to come down the steps. I cried when he got married even though I had not had contact with him and years.........Even though he is now a slightly chubby cop with a mustache, and wears painter style jeans. I will always see the drummer with the mullet and sleeves ripped off yellow polo shirt playing pool kid who took my breath away hahaha. I was so smitten.....