Oh my gosh! Yes, I know it's been over a month since I posted. I will say this in my defense, I was very busy. Very VERY busy.
I took my first airplane trip ever, from Port Columbus to Logan in Boston, Mass. The ride was okay. I was never really afraid of the plane ride, mostly afraid of the airport. Going out wasn't so bad, but I missed my flight on the way back because all my paperwork said 6:45 pm and my flight was actually at 6:45am so I had to spend a long time in Logan Airport on Stand-By but I was home in Columbus by 7pm that night - yay!
What has happened in the last month... wow. I don't even know where to start. I guess I can just start talking and hopefully most of it will come to me as I go along. I'll try and go in order but I am making no promises!
Let's see... Well, before I left I actually got a chance to sleep with G the Canadian twice. The first time was fucking awesome. He is a champ, I tell you what. He talked dirty to me, which was basically him rattling off a bunch of facts about Canada. Somehow, that was really hot to me. Don't ask, I've always loved Canada. The second time was not so awesome because foreplay consisted of him grossing me out with ketchup and eating a steak with mustard. when we were done, he told me we should just be friends. I cried for a really long time. We're still friends, and actually we have hung out a whole lot lately. Maybe I am finally starting to make his heart do flips (that was his reason for being friends only - I didn't make his heart do flips) or something. We have a small road trip to Kentucky tentatively planned for this weekend. We'll see how that goes.
I slept with J*R (the Eminem guy) a few more times, and it's all well and good. He's a super nice guy but he has an issue with returning phone calls. He apologized for it, called himself a dick, and we moved on. Before that, he had actually introduced me to his friends. It was kinda weird, being the only girl, but I felt kinda special. He even had his arm around me in front of them. Supposedly the reason why he stopped calling me back is because he thought I wanted some kinda commitment. I would, but I don't know if he's the one. Especially after the last two Fridays. Last Friday (week before 2 days ago) I hung out with J*R and TS at TS's house. We all blew down and drank some beers and had a wonderful time. J*R played video games while TS and I talked and listened to music. Then TS went to bed and J*R tried to fuck me which was unsuccessful because you can't really get it up when you've been blowing down. I got off though, which was okay, and then I left. J*R wanted me to stay overnight there, but there was no place to sleep so I just went home. He apologized, as usual, for the limp dick. It's a running thing, kids, Jon and his limp dick. He needs to fuck me when he hasn't been doing drugs. Maybe when he hasn't even been drinking... who knows. Anyway. This past Friday, I went to Zuey's after my date with a new friend, CW. TS was there so I sat by him and we were just shooting the breeze and laughing at white trash that was blowing him off and stuff like that. He started talking about how last Friday he heard me moaning and that got his dick so hard that he had to come out and see what I was doing. Apparently at the moment he came out I was giving J*R a blowjob and TS had the mad desire to come up behind me and start fucking me, but he didn't because he wasn't sure how I would react. Well apparently this thought was enough to get him all excited again because all nine inches was hanging over the side of his leg inside his jeans just waiting for me to jump on it. We finished our beers, tabbed out, and came back to my place for almost three hours of incredibly hot sex where I got off a lot of times (I stopped counting at eleven) and he didn't get off before we went to sleep. Around 6:45am the next morning he woke me up in that special way. He finally got off and we fell back to sleep. The only shitty part was when he got up to go to work, he thought he was late and literally ran downstairs, got dressed, and bolted. I was semi-offended but oh well. He'll be back, I hope.
Who else is there... Oh, well, I fucked SJ for the first time since Christmas (or was it Thanksgiving?) and we had a little heart to heart and he said he thinks he's in love with me, but then he hasn't called in 2 weeks... I fucked TM's friend CS, who was very cute and very nice but who showed up at Zuey's two days later with some girl and completely ignored me. I think that's about it... yeah.
I know you're all dying to hear what happened to SB and me. Well, nothing really. We talked a little bit before I left for vacation, but nothing important. He called me while I was ON vacation and he was drunk and crying and rambling about bullshit and I was like, half asleep but I had no idea what to say. Talked to him the next day and he said he was sorry for calling me at 3am and he missed me and couldn't wait til I get back. Yep, the motherfucker has not returned a single one of my calls NOR has he called me. I saw him at Zuey's the day after I got back and he didn't even recognize me. When he realized who I was he said I was looking good but he really had nothing to say. As he was leaving I was like, "Hey we should get together and fuck sometime" and he goes, "Well gee that was blunt" and I said "Well SB whenever I'm nice to you and girly to you, you blow me off. Maybe if I'm kinda trashy and bitchy you'll pay attention." He looked confused and said, "I'll call you later." and left. Applause for me! I have no idea why I even bother to think about him anymore. But I get so confused, like, the way he talks and the way he acts are so opposite, but only 75% of the time... I guess that's my answer. But when I was on vacation and he called me up the next day, sober, he was like, "I guess I can't date anyone, can I? I'm just not meant to date." To which my response was, "Well SB you should just date me. I'm ridiculously cute, devistatingly charming, I have nice tits, tight pussy, I'm rich and well educated, and I love to suck cock." And do you know what HE said? "Those things are all true, but really you're the only girl who is ever there for me no matter what." Now how the fuck can he not care one single bit but still say that shit, and not even being saying it simply to get me in the sack?! I could understand if we were about to fuck or he was trying to take me home or something, but its all so very random. I hate boys!!!
What else? Can't think of anything. I'm sure it will come to me later.
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