It's official. I have a problem. I'm skipping my class lecture to blog right now. That's a no-no. I got so carried away reading blogs and commenting that i missed the bus that would've gotten me there on time. Since I hate being late--and I can just get the lecture notes online--I just decided to skip. Skipping in the second week of the semester isn't a good sign lol.
So, I'm about to do something I don't normally do on here. I'm going to tell you about a guy I just met. I usually don't immediately introduce guys to my blog until I've know them at least a week. That way, if they turn out to be jerks, I wouldn't have wasted my time blogging about them. But this guy...I have to share, just because the circumstances on which we met were that random.
I was extremely distracted yesterday due to the fact that my BFF delivered the news that she's 6 weeks pregnant (gasp). So, all day 'baby, baby, baby' was on my mind (since she's deciding to keep it) and I couldn't focus on anything. At 12am I was Facebooking instead of studying for my exam, when this guy I don't know sends me a message--we'll call him The White Boy lol.
"Wassup?"
It annoys me to no end when guys simply say "wassup" on Facebook. Like that's really gonna make me want to talk to you.
So, I said "Wassup??? That's the best you've got?"
He then introduced himself, told me his major, what dorm he stayed in, and asked me the same.
Turns out, we stay in the same building, which is an extreme coincidence considering how big my campus is.
We chatted for a while on there until he gave me his number and said we should meet sometime.
I said, "Sure."
He said, "How about right now?"
So, now I'm thinking, I just met this guy. He could be a psycho or something. Plus, I don't have a roommate. Letting him come to my room this late could send the wrong message. AND since I'm so f-ing horny, I don't know what I'm capable of doing....All of this considered, normally I would've said, "Hell no!" But it could've been boredom, sexual frustration, or desperation for male company that made me say, "Okay."
Minutes later, I heard a knock and I stuck a small pair of hair scissors in my back pocket for protection. Just in case.
Long story short, I didn't need them. He proved to be a gentlemen and a real charmer. We didn't have a whole lot in common, but there was tons to say. We talked for over 3 hours about everything under the sun. School, movies, music, art, politics. And none of it was contrived either. None of those, "what do you like to do for fun" first date questions. Just natural, fluid conversation.
Shit like this only happens in movies.
It didn't take as long to discover that we were both very sexual individuals. I know what you're probably thinking--talking about sex with a stranger is a no-no. But it was cool. We talked about turn ons, turn offs, past relationships, etc.
But it was great. I went to bed at 4am and I was sleepy as hell today, but it was pleasant surprise to meet someone so randomly. Plus, this was the first time that a 'first date' didn't conclude with a kiss due to sexual conversation. Score!
Of course, I hit up my trusty astrology chart and it says that Pisces and Scorpio are matches made in heaven, but only time will tell.
So, yeah, I guess that's the gist.
Ugh, this is sickening. I never gush about a guy this soon...But I really sparked with this one. That hasn't happened for a while. So, I'm choosing to be hopeful/optimistic rather than cynical for once. You never know...
Plus, I'm starting to notice that my vibrator is changing colors. Seriously. The paint must be chipping off because it's going from silver to pink...That can't be good.
4 comments:
ha! he's funny. that's good that ended well since there were so many possibilities. he could have been a real jerk.
YAY New guys, New EASY guys
It also seems someone is going to need a new silicon based vibe.... speaking of same... I could use some sex! or vibe fun, i'm not discriminating
...yep, sounds like someone needs to invest in a replacement....
Already on it ladies. I'm placing an order on payday lOl.
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