A true story of one woman's quest for love, lust, and adventure.

* The story so far: After breaking up with no-commitment Ben--then falling back into the sack for a session of ex sex--Maggie met Jackson, a foxy filmmaker and potential new suitor.

friday

Bizarre. Just got a phone call from Kyle (Pisces, 22), an ex-fling/bartender/ actor wanna-be. Lives w/3 other actor wanna-bes in a litter box-size apartment; sleeps on a futon mattress on the floor. Couldn't treat me to pizza if he bled his bank account dry. We shared a highly erotic 2-week run. Mutual fade-out, no hard feelings, but since he hasn't called me in over a year, my obvious question was "So what do you want?"

Turns out Kyle had a proposition. Boy, did he ever. He and his new girlfriend (another actor) want me and whoever I'm dating to join them in an orgy. Good lord!!!!! Stalled for time to recover from bourgeoise-influenced shock by asking what his girlfriend looked like: "Carmen Electra." Regained big-city-girl composure and told him I'd think about it (aka poll my pals) and call him back. I'm freaking.

monday

Okay, quizzed my cronies and had to wonder: Was I absent the day they were handing out orgy ops? Every friend on my speed dial has participated in some variation of group sex. Even Katc (straightlaced, never-have-sex-before-the-3rd-date Kate) got it on with two boys in college!

Is it possible that I'm a prude and I didn't even realize it? Surveyed my nocturnal paraphernalia: flavored ribbed condoms, Altoids, well-loved vibrator, and value-pack of AA batteries. It all looked pretty depraved yesterday, but now am not so sure, Actually, am in a panic. Can see the headlines already: "Man Falls Asleep During Dull Sex W/Maggie!" Must up my kink quotient, pronto. Maybe Kyle/Carmen combo is the perfect way to do it.