Stream of consciousness

Dating requires so much pacing. And willpower. You're not allowed to have sex because you barely know each other. But all you're thinking about is having sex because you know you can't and you want to savor this not having sex because how fun is it? "Fun" could probably be translated as "frustrated" in this instance. And I'm insane and my worst critic (excuse my trite reference here) and all I can think is that if I sleep with him anytime soon what number on the whore scale will I hit? Is it a sliding scale you think? And how long must this waiting charade continue before I will no longer deem myself slutty? And bases? Is it normal to be mentally going through which base we're on while it's happening? Do bases still count? And are there only three? Are there stipulations, half bases? Should I be obsessing over this during and then now again post? And truly, it's handy that I'm lining up boys so that I can stay busy and distracted and not have sex with the Doctor and I'm already worried about dating two different boys even though I haven't even had a date with boy two but what if I'm with one and we run into the other? Because we all three love this one bar with true reverence. And I must be upfront with both about me dating other people but how can I be tactful with that? It doesn't just come up in conversation between "So you're from Elmhurst?" and "What's your favorite Lady Gaga song?"