I'm still gloating from the weekend. Spent the whole weekend with T at the Hotel Del and the weather was divine. I think I'm in love. Alright, maybe not, but he's been so great to me and treats me like a total princess. All we did was eat, have sex, drink, do some lines, have sex, sleep in, eat, have sex. Seriously, this was the best weekend ever. And I have the perfect tan now for summer. I'm so glad I didn't go to Mexico with "the gang." I can just imagine the aftermath of that one: cheap booze and vomit, and that's about it. I can tell T is very into me too. I almost don't want to see P or R anymore. I just feel different with T and he spends his money like it's water. He mentioned something about having a small trust fund but I didn't want to probe. I'm sure I'll find out in time. I need to tell P or R that it's not going to happen anymore. Maybe after one more tryst with each of them. I need the money for a new outfit.