the tale of two encounters.

Something amazing happened this weekend. It all started last week, when my facebook friend/dirty text partner told me he was coming through the Dells next week, and we should meet up. I kinda freaked out a little, I mean, I am pretty insecure about my self, so I don’t want to get shot down anymore than I already do, but anyway. I decided it would be cool to meet him. But then Thursaday night, we closed work and went to get some drinks. So I was feeling pretty darn good about myself, when he said he was by Hotel Rome. (OMG!) not far from where I was.

He came and met Lacey and Tati and Jeff because we were all hanging out on the corner. Well, we know that the end of Vintage is near, and I always wanted to mess around with a guy in the boudoir in back. So I knew, this was my chance. I unlocked the door, and in we went. We kissed some and I asked him if he wanted a blowjob, and like any guy, he said yes. So I did it. It was my first one ever. I am 22 years old, and I gave my first bj to a 18 year old. But it’s cool. He is the kind of boy that I was simply obsessed with in High School, so hick it gets me a little excited. It wasn’t that bad. I don’t know why so many girls hate it. Afterwards, I felt sexy and confident. And good. He finished, and I asked if he was done, and then I told him I wanted to go to a movie with my friends. We left Vintage and he told me to text him. I locked the door and went to find Lacey and Tati. Little did I know, they had snuck into Vintage, and where in a dressing room the whole time. But, creeping is caring!

He needs more practice kissing, but I probably do too, and I feel a lot weird about it because he didn’t say anything the entire time. I don’t even know if I was doing it right, but how many ways are there to do that? But he texted me, not even 10 minutes later. So, I am guess that is a good thing.

Saturday night, I went out to Marleys (<3) And was dirty dancing with this guy. Like really dirrrrrty dancing. Then the place was closing and I pulled out my phone and asked for his number and sent him a naughty picture. He asked to come back to my hotel. (hello, not staying at one!) and I asked his name, and I think he said Cy, but I am not sure. I know I told him my name was Barbie. Well, then when I got back to where I was staying he texted me and asked if he could come over. I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him. He texted back and said that I can’t expect him to be nonchalant when I let him do that, but he would settle for a backrub. After some discussion with Tati, I decided to let him come here. I met him downstairs, and I had to walk across the street to get my blanket and pillow out of my car. While we were walking across the street, we made out on the bridge to the parking lot. Then we came back upstairs and he told me I was beautiful. And we were making out, and he took off my shirt, and was playing with my boobs, and such and then next thing I know the lights where off, and I was giving him head. He made noise and told me I was phenomenal. I don’t know if he was that drunk, or I am that good. So, then he finished finally, and I thought, what have I done?

He has a picture of a kid on the background of his phone! Then to make matters worse, he texted me the next morning because he forgot his hat and wanted to come and pick it up. So, there I was sitting outside waiting to see what this dude looked like post-morning after. He texted me and said asked where I was. I told him and saw one guy walking up the street…and it was him. He said thanks babe. Then left.

I texted him and asked him one question. How old are you, he said 31. Omg. I did stuff with a 31 year old guy, who has a picture of a kid on his cell phone, and I don’t even know what his name is. After him, I felt dirty.

But Hot Kevin did say he wants to meet again…

chances

Why is it that when boys are given a chance with a girl they tend to screw it up?

Let me explain:

This has happened to me quite a few times.

I'm seeing this guy. I like him. He shows interest in me. It doesn't work out for some reason, or he just stops talking to me, and stops showing signs of interest. Okay. I get over it...eventually. Mend my heart, once again. Move on with my somewhat cool life. A few months go by. Dude texts/calls me. Says he screwed up, and he still likes me, or what I really love is when they say they never stopped liking me. Expects things to go back to how they were. As if nothing happened. Expects me to drop everything I have going on in my life to be with him.

Ugh. You're stupid...so here's the stitch.

Two years ago, maybe a little less longer than that..I work with this guy, for all intensive purposes, we'll call him Stan. Stan and I start seeing eachother. Kind of a fling, kind of not. I totally had the hots for Stan, he was really laid back and chill. But we didn't really tell too many people of what we had going on. No biggie. So me being the emotional sap that I am, tell Stan that I think we should be more than waffle making buddies. He bails.

A few months go by, and we start hooking up again. Then he gets a girl.

I see him at work. He texts me, basically saying he wanted to get with me again. Goes on bitching about his bitch. Whatever. At that moment in my life, I wasn't seeing anyone, but wasn't too interested in listening to his sap story either. But I flirtexted back anyway. And then Stan started saying that his bitch never listened to him, and he needed someone to talk to. I listened.

Next day, Stan says his girl found our texts and he couldn't talk to me anymore. That I was to delete his number, and he was going to delete mine. I said how awesome it was that he was letting some chick run his life. Have fun with that. Okay. So I would still see Stan at work. Awkward. Oh btw, I didn't delete his number. I don't let people run my life. I run it.

So today I get a random text: Hey stranger, what's up? -Stan.

I reply: Whoa why are you texting me? I never thought I would hear from you again.

From there he goes on confessing his undying love to me. Blah blah. How I was all he could think of while he was with this chick, and it whatever whatever insert crap here.

Um. Okay. What do you want me to do. Insert you back into my somewhat cool life now? Um. You're cute Stan. But you played me like a fiddle once. And ripped my heart out and put it in a blender. Once is probably enough. Why didn't you dump her a year ago for me then Stan. Huh? If I was all you could think of, wouldn't that have been a good time? Cause it was fun, right? Playing house and living the american dream that society makes up for us. No thanks.

Moral: IF YOU GIVE A DUDE A CHANCE, AND HE MESSES IT UP ROYALLY, DO NOT GIVE HIM ANOTHER. UNLESS YOU ENJOY HAVING UR HEART PUT IN THE BLENDER. If you keep giving him chances, he's just going to keep taking and taking, until you have nothing left that he can take. There are so many other dudes in the world. And just cause one shows you some slight interest does NOT mean you need to take him up on his offer.

For all those Stans in the world, get a fucking life, or ruin someone else's, and stay out of mine. K thanks.

xoxo, L