It's Raining Men?

I don't often have the best of luck with the boys. To be honest, I really have closed myself off from it in the past. But from time to time, it seems to rain with men. Maybe Venus is in the penis of my pisces fish? I'm not really sure. But I do recall an excellent night at the Irish Times in 2013 when I could have gone home with my pick of 3 guys (or possibly a myriad of boy combinations) but left for a little platonic time with Cakeman. D'oh!

I feel I might be coming into a man rainfall again. 2.0 is back on the scene explaining that his "bubble girl" didn't work out. And asked if we could possibly continue our getting to know each other. And the following day explained he was lying in bed with an "enormous erection" thinking about meeting me.

Cakeman is still around. Confusing and maybe not super available, but around should I need a little pineapple upside down cake.

And now Grocery Store Boy, a friend for a long time who I just couldn't quite figure out has asked to "Netfix and Chill" on Sunday. I'm thinking that's maybe a proposition? I'm never quite sure with the boys. They do confuse me a bit.

So, maybe I'm in for a little storm. Safe rain. Vaccinated rain. Following Dr Bonnie's rules. I should probably get that glory hole built....