Wednesday: Scheduled a meetup with a poly guy, after previously telling him I didn't want to meet to start anything new. I figured I would get an interesting perspective on his version of polyamory, as my previous experiences with it left a bad taste in my mouth.

He texts me late Tuesday night to tell me that he's decided to go back to the world of monogamy, so can't meet up. C'est la vie.

Thursday: Date 3 with Guy 3, and sexy times happen.

I accidentally crossed my own boundary. Effed up story, VERY GRAPHIC. Call for details.

Saturday: Make last minute plans to hang out with a guy I've known for a while to drink at his place. I meet him at a convenience store to grab mixers, and we make our way to his apartment. Lately, he's been touting that his place is "so much cleaner than it used to be with his ex," and "I clean it every weekend."

I walk in and am greeted with an overpowering stench of cat piss. There are cobwebs hanging from corners and countertops, the kind that look like they've been around for a while. I can't handle it. I look at him and tell him I can't stay here. We can either drink at a bar, or go back to my place. My place entails staying the night, and lolno. As we're leaving, he leans down to feed his cats and an explosion of spiders greets him from behind the food bowl. Oh my god please let me leave without taking the spiders with me.

We grab cocktails at a local bar and call it a night a half hour later. I drive him back to his place, and he leans in to give me a kiss goodbye. In doing so, he "playfully" grabs my boob and squeezes. No, dude, that's not playful or enjoyable. He immediately apologizes, but at this point, I am so turned off by this dude that I honestly don't know if I want to talk to him ever again.