Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
External Monologue
I assume none of you are still reading this blog. So I'm completely aware that my ramblings are simply for my own amusement, at this point.
Anyway...
I think I use to be a bit more lovey dovey about meeting new potentials. I'm not sure when I completely gave up but I feel like I'm viewing every new love interest as a future failure. That sounds terrible, right?! I don't really give a shit. It takes a lot to impress me nowadays.
It has come to the point where I found myself telling my roommate, "He seems nice but it's date #2 he is already boring me. He has been talking a big game in regards to sex, so I think I might just hit it and quit it."
You know it's bad when it's an hour after dinner and I'm making excuses of "not feeling well" in order to just leave his apartment due to lack of excitement. I mean, come on! Why am I still fully clothed???
Aren't boys suppose to understand that "hang out" means "make out".....and that "hang out" on date #3 means "wild sex"?!?! Duh.
So I just did what any sex-crazed floozy would have done. I told him that I was ready to leave. He promptly pushed me onto his bed and got me naked. (Goddamn! I'm gonna use that line more often.)
In other news: I seem to have acquired a new boy who seems hell bent on sexting me dick pics, like it's his job. (Awesome!)
Anyway...
I think I use to be a bit more lovey dovey about meeting new potentials. I'm not sure when I completely gave up but I feel like I'm viewing every new love interest as a future failure. That sounds terrible, right?! I don't really give a shit. It takes a lot to impress me nowadays.
It has come to the point where I found myself telling my roommate, "He seems nice but it's date #2 he is already boring me. He has been talking a big game in regards to sex, so I think I might just hit it and quit it."
You know it's bad when it's an hour after dinner and I'm making excuses of "not feeling well" in order to just leave his apartment due to lack of excitement. I mean, come on! Why am I still fully clothed???
Aren't boys suppose to understand that "hang out" means "make out".....and that "hang out" on date #3 means "wild sex"?!?! Duh.
So I just did what any sex-crazed floozy would have done. I told him that I was ready to leave. He promptly pushed me onto his bed and got me naked. (Goddamn! I'm gonna use that line more often.)
In other news: I seem to have acquired a new boy who seems hell bent on sexting me dick pics, like it's his job. (Awesome!)
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