So it appears I have started dating someone. I say this because we have had 3 dates. Yea. Weird, huh? I don't know how serious it is but I do know that I haven't stopped going out on dates with other folks. He just happens to be the only one I've seen more than once. It started about 2 weeks ago I guess. We went out for German food and then to a bar where there was a blues band playing. We sat in the back of the bar playing Rock Em Sock Em robots and talking. At some point, after the robots were put back on the table, he put his arm around me and we continued talking. It was really cute. I know the owner of the bar where we were, and she's freaking hilarious and random. She has an arts and crafts table set up in the bar, so of course my date and I sat down and painted/drew some. It was really fun. Who the hell does arts and crafts on a first date?! Us. Yea. It was awesome. At some point, we left and went to his house and watched Lars and the Real Girl, which was super cute...and he kissed me in the middle of it. I ended up staying the night because by the time I was exhausted and yawning, it was 3:30 and he lives in the middle of nowhere. No sex, which apparently was surprising to everyone but me. Why is it so difficult to understand that I am very capable of sleeping in a bed with someone without fucking their brains out?? Seriously here folks. Anyway. Don't get me wrong, the sex has come. And it is good. But yea. Now we're dating I guess.
Anyway. What is weird though is that I realized in my drunken stupor with one half of the gay boyfriends (aka The Taints), is that before this new guy...the last person I slept with was the guy I lost my virginity too. So, up until Sunday morning...the last person I had slept with was also the first person I had slept with. Hello Awkward.
I did have the most annoying sex ever recently though. T and I have been fucking for YEARS right? We're each other's dirty little secrets. Anyway, recently the sex has been going downhill. Maybe it's that I'm getting older and more experienced or whatever, but seriously. Ok. One night last week I went out, and afterwards he came over. He got me off ONCE. Then left. WHAT THE FUCK?! You don't get me off once and then leave doucheface. Like, it wasn't even satisfying because it lasted all of MAYBE 8 minutes. Now, don't get me wrong, he's got an amazing dick...but...really?? That was all he had for me?? I almost want to advertise how bad he's becoming in bed. I thought it was natural to progress not digress. Ugh. Oh well. Maybe it's time to stop fucking the guy, huh?
I guess the last bit of news that I should share is that I've been hustling my ass off tonight. www.clips4sale.com/30891 for proof. *yawn* sleepy time? yes?
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