Well, my celibacy didn't last too long but I honestly think it will stick this time.
Friday night, I was about to go to bed when I get a message from Kyle asking me to go out with him and a friend. Sure. Why not? So, I get ready and meet them at Buddy's. He introduced me to his friend Mitch (terrible name) who was pretty cool. The club was insanely hot and the music was pretty bad so we decide to leave and go to Kyle's place. Candice, her boyfriend/husband/whatever, Tim, and her cousin, Lisa, were all there. All of which were very annoying. Mitch seemed to be the only cool one so throughout the night he and I were talking and such. People are drinking and doing cocaine, neither of which sound appealing to me. After a while, I'm pretty tired (considering the sun is rising) and for about an hour or so we keep discussing what we are going to do in terms of sleeping. Kyle kept insisting that either me or Mitch could sleep/lay in his bed, but not both of us. Because he didn't want us having sex. As if.
I finally just say I'm going to take a cab home and Mitch agrees it's a good idea. I live on the way to his place so he was just going to stay the night with me and then go home in the morning. We go back to my place and figure out the sleeping arrangement. It ended up with me and him cuddling in my bed. We start to talk and it turns out we have a bit in common (even though he does drugs) and I'm a top and he's a bottom. So he have sex for a bit but since he's done drugs there is no way he's getting off. How do I find these guys?
We finally go to bed around 8am and wake up a little after noon or one to go to the mall. He lives near there and he has to go there to pay his phone bill. We spend the entire day at West Edmonton Mall and it was actually a pretty good time. Finally at 8pm, we go our separate ways and I head home to meet up with Lindsay who is going out with me to a club later. We're drinking, watching Dexter, watching YouTube videos, talking and getting ready. It was a lot of fun. We decide it's time to leave and the two of us head off to Flash.
I kid you not when I say every single person I've pretty much met or fooled around with was there that night. In my head I was thinking "Oh, I haven't seen Fatah yet." I turned around and he was walking in. What a complete night. At Flash, we meet up with Mitch and his good friend/"older brother", Rahil, and the four of us have a pretty good time. They want to leave to wait in line at Y After Hours before it gets busy.
Cover was $26. Fuck that. Mitch was nice enough to pay for me though and I gave money to Lindsay to help her. The club was so bad. The real reason Mitch and Rahil wanted some E. So, they get their fix and after an hour or so we leave. Rahil insists on driving Lindsay home. Barely even ten minutes into driving, Rahil starts tweeking out really bad and Mitch has to drive. Lindsay gets home safely and the two of them end up at my place. Rahil is a fucking mess. He's really antsy and sporadic and I'm really not sure how to describe it. After several hours, I finally evade them and go to sleep in my room while they are in the living room.
I wake up maybe one or two hours later to the sound of two kisses and my name. I go to the living room to see what's up and Rahil is naked putting on his clothes. Mitch is in the bathroom going number 2 which is usually an indication that he just bottomed. So I confront Rahil asking "what were you guys up to?" "What does it look like?" I finally got him to say that they had sex. So I confront Mitch and he denies it saying that Rahil only wanted him to ride the dick and Mitch said he's not a cowboy so he wasn't going to do it. There were three empty condom wrappers and a piece of a broken condom and lube on my table. I think it's pretty obvious what happened. I'm upset at this point but I'm not even mad. I guess deep down I expected this to happen.
They decide to go to the River Valley and invite me along and plead to try to get me to go. I can't believe how serious they are. Several hours later after a nice day of rest, I called Mitch to ask what he was up to and I really wanted to talk to him sober. He said he had just gotten to the River Valley. Apparently when they left they got pulled over and Rahil hit a sign when getting over. So they dealt with that and then went to a gas station to sleep it off. Mitch says he doesn't even remember leaving my place or much of last night. So I asked him if he had sex with Rahil and he said he didn't know. I told him that he did, several times, and that I hope he has a good life. I was strangely polite about everything...
I just honestly can't believe I keep finding myself in these kinds of scenarios. It seems like every gay person in Edmonton does drugs. Most gay people here are such low-lifes. I am ready to leave Edmonton and be back in Miami with real, true, high quality friends. One of the worst parts of Edmonton is just how alone I feel. I can't call any of my friends. I have no friends here. The people I've met outside of work are just generally shitty. It's just a pretty miserable existence.
12 more days until I leave Edmonton.
16 more days until I'm back in Miami.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Celibacy
Not to be confused with cell-ibacy where I was without my phone for four weeks. :(
On Sunday, I cammed with a guy from Costa Rica, Francisco. We've been talking for months now (not exactly sure how we met but he does visit Miami occasionally). I know he really likes me. He's told me so. He's really cute and he's a dentist. If he worked out then I'd probably be head over heels. He told me he hadn't had sex in a really long time because he was waiting for me. A notion I'm sure is not entirely true but I guess it was kind of sweet nonetheless. He also told me he loved me. English is not his first language...
It really got me thinking. If he is waiting for me then why should I not wait for someone special. I should wait for something substantial. I'm becoming more tolerant of people's petty flaws. What once annoyed me can now be overlooked. And I'm getting to a place to where I can have sex with someone and still want to see them again. For once in my life I really feel as if I could find love and be able to hold on to it.
Later that evening, I texted Mario and his initial response was asking when we were going to hang out. I met Mario at a club early into the summer. He's a very attractive guy from Ecuador. They were playing some Latin songs in the club, me being from Miami, him from Ecuador, we were the only ones that seemed to know the music. So we naturally bonded and started dancing together. We chatted for a bit but then he had to go. About a month later, I saw him at Edmonton Pride and we started chatting again. We exchanged numbers and what not. So we decided to hang out and I thought this would be the perfect time to practice not hooking up. On Monday, we went to Mongolia Grill and to Marble Slab. I had a really nice time. I felt we connected really well. I want to surprise him by taking him to the roof of UofA's tallest building to watch the fireworks on Canada Day.
Yesterday, Binh texted me after having not spoken to me in a couple of days. I told him about going out on Saturday and his only response was asking if I met any cute boys. This kid who barely knows me seems to think that's my sole purpose for going out. I shrugged it off and mentioned I had hung out with a cute boy (Mario) the night before. He then called me a slut. (He actually called me a 'sloot' which was a mildly amusing typo). He then asked if I wanted to go to the mall with him later that afternoon. I agreed to go but in hindsight I'm kind of glad I napped through it.
I've never really complained about being called a slut before but something about this person I've barely known for two weeks assuming that's how I spend my free time really upset me. I think what upset me the post was how just on Sunday I decided to reshape my lifestyle and now just two days later, this. He claims it was a joke but isn't that what everyone says? Yes, I will admit, I've had my share of sexual encounters in the past but I don't think it's ever justified to be called a slut. It's not an empowering word and I don't think people are trying to 'take it back'. I've actually been told that some people just automatically assume it about me because of how I look. Which, in my opinion, doesn't really make sense either.
So, I'm really going to try and lead a sex-free lifestyle and maybe this will help my reputation. It'd be nice if the world were a little less judgmental.
On Sunday, I cammed with a guy from Costa Rica, Francisco. We've been talking for months now (not exactly sure how we met but he does visit Miami occasionally). I know he really likes me. He's told me so. He's really cute and he's a dentist. If he worked out then I'd probably be head over heels. He told me he hadn't had sex in a really long time because he was waiting for me. A notion I'm sure is not entirely true but I guess it was kind of sweet nonetheless. He also told me he loved me. English is not his first language...
It really got me thinking. If he is waiting for me then why should I not wait for someone special. I should wait for something substantial. I'm becoming more tolerant of people's petty flaws. What once annoyed me can now be overlooked. And I'm getting to a place to where I can have sex with someone and still want to see them again. For once in my life I really feel as if I could find love and be able to hold on to it.
Later that evening, I texted Mario and his initial response was asking when we were going to hang out. I met Mario at a club early into the summer. He's a very attractive guy from Ecuador. They were playing some Latin songs in the club, me being from Miami, him from Ecuador, we were the only ones that seemed to know the music. So we naturally bonded and started dancing together. We chatted for a bit but then he had to go. About a month later, I saw him at Edmonton Pride and we started chatting again. We exchanged numbers and what not. So we decided to hang out and I thought this would be the perfect time to practice not hooking up. On Monday, we went to Mongolia Grill and to Marble Slab. I had a really nice time. I felt we connected really well. I want to surprise him by taking him to the roof of UofA's tallest building to watch the fireworks on Canada Day.
Yesterday, Binh texted me after having not spoken to me in a couple of days. I told him about going out on Saturday and his only response was asking if I met any cute boys. This kid who barely knows me seems to think that's my sole purpose for going out. I shrugged it off and mentioned I had hung out with a cute boy (Mario) the night before. He then called me a slut. (He actually called me a 'sloot' which was a mildly amusing typo). He then asked if I wanted to go to the mall with him later that afternoon. I agreed to go but in hindsight I'm kind of glad I napped through it.
I've never really complained about being called a slut before but something about this person I've barely known for two weeks assuming that's how I spend my free time really upset me. I think what upset me the post was how just on Sunday I decided to reshape my lifestyle and now just two days later, this. He claims it was a joke but isn't that what everyone says? Yes, I will admit, I've had my share of sexual encounters in the past but I don't think it's ever justified to be called a slut. It's not an empowering word and I don't think people are trying to 'take it back'. I've actually been told that some people just automatically assume it about me because of how I look. Which, in my opinion, doesn't really make sense either.
So, I'm really going to try and lead a sex-free lifestyle and maybe this will help my reputation. It'd be nice if the world were a little less judgmental.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Your Love is My Drug - The End
When I woke up, I thought I had been asleep the entire day. It was only 9:30am. Damon got up and left and we moved into Rico's bedroom. It was pitch black in there which definitely made it easier to sleep. So, we laid around all day. Lazy Sunday. Talked a bit when we weren't sleeping.
Then suddenly...
I woke up to being kissed. It was a pretty nice feeling. We made out for a bit. Got hot and heavy. Then sexed. Afterwards we talked about what we liked sexually and about other things. We talked about how I wasn't going to look for any other guys and how he wish he could show me all the love he had to give to me. It was really sweet. Then we sexed again. Somewhere in all of that we walked to Subway. Then came back and sexed a third time before I headed home.
That night, he went to the gay club with his friends. He later told me that he danced shirtless with some guys and ending up making out with one. I wasn't upset but he thought I hated him and so he deleted me from Facebook. The lowest of the low. We've been arguing/bickering all week. He came over last night and we tried to be friends but he likes me too much and now things are just awkward. He left his necklace (because we sexed again) and I returned it today, probably the last time I will ever see him.
It was nice to know you, Rico.
And scene.
Then suddenly...
I woke up to being kissed. It was a pretty nice feeling. We made out for a bit. Got hot and heavy. Then sexed. Afterwards we talked about what we liked sexually and about other things. We talked about how I wasn't going to look for any other guys and how he wish he could show me all the love he had to give to me. It was really sweet. Then we sexed again. Somewhere in all of that we walked to Subway. Then came back and sexed a third time before I headed home.
That night, he went to the gay club with his friends. He later told me that he danced shirtless with some guys and ending up making out with one. I wasn't upset but he thought I hated him and so he deleted me from Facebook. The lowest of the low. We've been arguing/bickering all week. He came over last night and we tried to be friends but he likes me too much and now things are just awkward. He left his necklace (because we sexed again) and I returned it today, probably the last time I will ever see him.
It was nice to know you, Rico.
And scene.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Your Love is My Drug - Day 2
However, as soon as I lay down to sleep, I start hacking up a lung. I hadn't eaten in a really long time so I knew there was nothing to throw up. I get over it and just go back to bed. I don't know who the fuck does construction inside of a residence hall on a Saturday, but i wanted to beat the people in the room next to me. Throughout the day a large drill would sound making it nearly impossible to sleep through. Around 2:45pm, I get up and try to get my life together.
After I showered, I just felt really alone and wanted to talk to anyone I could. Naturally, no one responded. After a time, Chevi responded and we decided to go get some food since neither of us had eaten. We went downtown to Earl's and drank and ate some. After, I had him drop me off at Rico's work because I wanted to talk to make sure everything was ok. Bistro was closed. Rico skipped work... So I just went across the street back to my friends. We had a going away party in a couple of hours. I got ready before hand so I went to his place to nap.
The time for the party comes. We go to the restaurant and it's hot as balls. It was Pink and Black themed so everyone was dressed up. After, we went back and drank before going to the club. It always takes this group seemingly forever to get ready and go out. Jackie (who looks exactly like Ke$ha) and I were a little annoyed so we start to just leave. Others follow and eventually we are all out the door. However, no one knew where the club was. Rico was at Buddy's again and I considered joining him. Well, Rico was behind Buddy's with Damon drinking and doing more yayo...
We make our way to The Commons and there is a line to get in. No one particularly wanted to go. Sebastien (the party host) and Starr (the girl leaving) finally show up. I tell them that I'm going to Flash to meet Chevi. A little heated argument and Sebastien asks Starr to go for a walk and they never return. I leave with Chevi and walk to Flash. Stephen texts me asking me to wait. I thought he wanted me to come back but it turns out the group wanted to walk with us. We walk into Flash and everyone is already there because they had cabbed. Poor Jackie was left at The Common because we thought she was with Sebas and Starr :(
Stephen gets pretty hammered (his birthday was at midnight). Our group decides to leave. We drop Stephen off at home and proceed to a house party. It's on the same street as Rico's house so I call Rico and meet up with him and Damon but not before doing a line real quick... I meet with them and we walk around the block a few times. Rico's roommate is asleep so we can't do much but watch movies on mute. Damon goes to lay down and Rico and I wait for his roommate to leave. Around 6:30am, the roommate leaves and Rico and I lay down to sleep. Even though his apartment was also hot as balls.
After I showered, I just felt really alone and wanted to talk to anyone I could. Naturally, no one responded. After a time, Chevi responded and we decided to go get some food since neither of us had eaten. We went downtown to Earl's and drank and ate some. After, I had him drop me off at Rico's work because I wanted to talk to make sure everything was ok. Bistro was closed. Rico skipped work... So I just went across the street back to my friends. We had a going away party in a couple of hours. I got ready before hand so I went to his place to nap.
The time for the party comes. We go to the restaurant and it's hot as balls. It was Pink and Black themed so everyone was dressed up. After, we went back and drank before going to the club. It always takes this group seemingly forever to get ready and go out. Jackie (who looks exactly like Ke$ha) and I were a little annoyed so we start to just leave. Others follow and eventually we are all out the door. However, no one knew where the club was. Rico was at Buddy's again and I considered joining him. Well, Rico was behind Buddy's with Damon drinking and doing more yayo...
We make our way to The Commons and there is a line to get in. No one particularly wanted to go. Sebastien (the party host) and Starr (the girl leaving) finally show up. I tell them that I'm going to Flash to meet Chevi. A little heated argument and Sebastien asks Starr to go for a walk and they never return. I leave with Chevi and walk to Flash. Stephen texts me asking me to wait. I thought he wanted me to come back but it turns out the group wanted to walk with us. We walk into Flash and everyone is already there because they had cabbed. Poor Jackie was left at The Common because we thought she was with Sebas and Starr :(
Stephen gets pretty hammered (his birthday was at midnight). Our group decides to leave. We drop Stephen off at home and proceed to a house party. It's on the same street as Rico's house so I call Rico and meet up with him and Damon but not before doing a line real quick... I meet with them and we walk around the block a few times. Rico's roommate is asleep so we can't do much but watch movies on mute. Damon goes to lay down and Rico and I wait for his roommate to leave. Around 6:30am, the roommate leaves and Rico and I lay down to sleep. Even though his apartment was also hot as balls.
Your Love is My Drug - Day 1
My weekend = love, drugs, and Ke$ha.
I met a boy, Rico, on Friday and we hit it off pretty well. He works at an internet cafe and it's usually pretty chill so he suggested I stop by. Since he literally works across the street from my friend's house (where I was stopping by after), I obliged. We chatted for a couple hours and really hit it off well. He was supposed to come over after work and we were going to cuddle and watch movies but I'm unnaturally good at convincing people to go out to clubs. So, I go to my friend's and Rico meets me there and the two of us go to Buddy's.
We dance for a while but Rico had to get some money from his work to pay someone back. In hindsight it seems a lot more sketchy than I originally thought. We return to the club and my other friends are no where to be found. Rico and I decide to go outside for some fresh air and he sees an 'old friend' who slips some yayo in his pocket. We talk about it for a bit and as Rico is about to give it back I suggest we just do it. We go to sit on a bench and finish the bag. After that, I suggest we just go home and we begin the walk back.
Word vomit ensues. I'm telling Rico everything about my entire life and he's sharing intimate details about his. My heart is racing. I'm out of breath. But it was my mission to just make it home. We get home and after the walk I just feel an immediate connection to Rico. Nothing like I had ever felt before. I'm convinced it was the high but I liked where I was. We stripped to our underwear and played some of our favorite songs and just danced and cuddled. He was incredibly sweet. He wanted nothing more than to take care of me and be there for me. Apparently the only way to sleep after is to drink but I had nothing. Conveniently, his ex now turned friend calls. Soon after, I have a another guest in my room.
I can't say I entirely wanted this third person here but he was nice enough. I really just wanted to be with Rico and talk and cuddle and do whatever people do when they can't sleep. Damon brings over booze and Dexedrine and we are just sitting around talking. The next part annoys even me so there won't be full details. Rico starts to freak out because he realizes I'm leaving in just a month and we had already formed this connection. Damon convinces him to just soak up the good moments. And I am sitting there listening to both of them talk about me as if I'm not. Still having a freak out, Rico insists on just going home. They both leave and it's 9am and I think it's time for bed.
I met a boy, Rico, on Friday and we hit it off pretty well. He works at an internet cafe and it's usually pretty chill so he suggested I stop by. Since he literally works across the street from my friend's house (where I was stopping by after), I obliged. We chatted for a couple hours and really hit it off well. He was supposed to come over after work and we were going to cuddle and watch movies but I'm unnaturally good at convincing people to go out to clubs. So, I go to my friend's and Rico meets me there and the two of us go to Buddy's.
We dance for a while but Rico had to get some money from his work to pay someone back. In hindsight it seems a lot more sketchy than I originally thought. We return to the club and my other friends are no where to be found. Rico and I decide to go outside for some fresh air and he sees an 'old friend' who slips some yayo in his pocket. We talk about it for a bit and as Rico is about to give it back I suggest we just do it. We go to sit on a bench and finish the bag. After that, I suggest we just go home and we begin the walk back.
Word vomit ensues. I'm telling Rico everything about my entire life and he's sharing intimate details about his. My heart is racing. I'm out of breath. But it was my mission to just make it home. We get home and after the walk I just feel an immediate connection to Rico. Nothing like I had ever felt before. I'm convinced it was the high but I liked where I was. We stripped to our underwear and played some of our favorite songs and just danced and cuddled. He was incredibly sweet. He wanted nothing more than to take care of me and be there for me. Apparently the only way to sleep after is to drink but I had nothing. Conveniently, his ex now turned friend calls. Soon after, I have a another guest in my room.
I can't say I entirely wanted this third person here but he was nice enough. I really just wanted to be with Rico and talk and cuddle and do whatever people do when they can't sleep. Damon brings over booze and Dexedrine and we are just sitting around talking. The next part annoys even me so there won't be full details. Rico starts to freak out because he realizes I'm leaving in just a month and we had already formed this connection. Damon convinces him to just soak up the good moments. And I am sitting there listening to both of them talk about me as if I'm not. Still having a freak out, Rico insists on just going home. They both leave and it's 9am and I think it's time for bed.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Have to Play the Game...
If you want to win.
I went on a date last night with a less than pleasant guy. I had just got home from work and I wanted to nap but said guy wanted me to meet him at 4:50 to go to an improv show. I overslept a bit and rushed to meet up with him only to find out the show started at 7:30. I could have slept for another hour. We had two hours to kill and he had not made any plans in that two hours. We walked down Whyte Ave trying to figure out what to do and settled on drinking at The Next Act. In all honesty, I did not need to drink or eat before the show. I have been trying to save money (he offered to pay for the show). While we were sitting there he kind of hinted that he wanted me to pay for this round of drinks and the snack we got. Hell to the no. Don't invite me on a date then ask me to pay... I failed to mention this guy was really awkward and terrible at conversations...
We finally made it to the improv show. I found out this guy goes about weekly to the improv show. No judgment... It was an international competition. This show was between a team from Toronto (one girl was so freaking funny. I want her as my best friend) and a team from Atlanta (the winners!). The second half were these two guys that were not really that funny. I think everyone's buzz had died. After the show, we went our separate ways to probably never cross paths again.
After an unsuccessful date, I didn't exactly want my night to go to waste.
Conveniently, a guy I had been talking to messaged me and wanted to hang out because he was leaving for the states for three weeks. He asked what I wanted to do and I said I was up for nearly anything. He stated that he was tired and we would probably just cuddle and sleep. Deal. I can do that.
He comes to pick me up (although totally inept at following directions) and takes me to his place. He knew I had to be at work at 8am but still said I could stay the night and he would take me home. We arrive to his place and soon after he starts kissing me neck. Great. Another hook up. So, I indulge him... We start getting into it and he does this awesomely douchey move here he pushes my head down signaling he's ready for me to suck his dick. Are you serious? Are people still doing that? Well, he did it twice and he hadn't even sucked me once. Whatever.
We start to get into it even more and he leans over me and says, "I want to top you." Wow. He knows full and well that I am a top. Here's my thing - if you are versatile, and you are hooking up with a top, don't expect to top. If you can derive pleasure from bottoming, then do that. He stated a few times how he wanted to top me and how I was "missing out". Prince Charming, right here. Of course, he still tried... He finally did ask if I want to top him but there wasn't much follow-through. So, after an hour or so of him jacking off, we finally decided he wasn't going to finish, so I did and we went to bed.
His bed was comfortable. His pillows were not. His alarm was set for 7:20am to allow ample time for us to take me home. Well, he snoozes it and at 7:30am it goes off again and he snoozes it again... I get up and start nagging him reminding him I have to be at work at 8am. "The stars have to align for me to get out of bed. I'm not a morning person." Dude. Get the fuck up. Ain't nobody got time for this.
He finally gets up and out of bed (7:42am) but then proceeds to get full on ready instead of just taking me home. He didn't have to be at work until 9am. So I get to sit there and watch him get ready and even eat a bowl of cereal. Sometimes you truly just wonder why people are single... We finally leave at 7:55am, I get into my apartment and quickly freshen up to go to work.
Well, I stroll into work 10 minutes late and everyone is stern and almost sad looking. I know people are not that upset about me coming in late... I later found out that there was a shooting/robbery in one of the residence halls while I was away. Three lives lost and another in critical condition. More about it here. So my office is pretty stressed and it's been a hectic morning.
What an eventful 16 hours.
I went on a date last night with a less than pleasant guy. I had just got home from work and I wanted to nap but said guy wanted me to meet him at 4:50 to go to an improv show. I overslept a bit and rushed to meet up with him only to find out the show started at 7:30. I could have slept for another hour. We had two hours to kill and he had not made any plans in that two hours. We walked down Whyte Ave trying to figure out what to do and settled on drinking at The Next Act. In all honesty, I did not need to drink or eat before the show. I have been trying to save money (he offered to pay for the show). While we were sitting there he kind of hinted that he wanted me to pay for this round of drinks and the snack we got. Hell to the no. Don't invite me on a date then ask me to pay... I failed to mention this guy was really awkward and terrible at conversations...
We finally made it to the improv show. I found out this guy goes about weekly to the improv show. No judgment... It was an international competition. This show was between a team from Toronto (one girl was so freaking funny. I want her as my best friend) and a team from Atlanta (the winners!). The second half were these two guys that were not really that funny. I think everyone's buzz had died. After the show, we went our separate ways to probably never cross paths again.
After an unsuccessful date, I didn't exactly want my night to go to waste.
Conveniently, a guy I had been talking to messaged me and wanted to hang out because he was leaving for the states for three weeks. He asked what I wanted to do and I said I was up for nearly anything. He stated that he was tired and we would probably just cuddle and sleep. Deal. I can do that.
He comes to pick me up (although totally inept at following directions) and takes me to his place. He knew I had to be at work at 8am but still said I could stay the night and he would take me home. We arrive to his place and soon after he starts kissing me neck. Great. Another hook up. So, I indulge him... We start getting into it and he does this awesomely douchey move here he pushes my head down signaling he's ready for me to suck his dick. Are you serious? Are people still doing that? Well, he did it twice and he hadn't even sucked me once. Whatever.
We start to get into it even more and he leans over me and says, "I want to top you." Wow. He knows full and well that I am a top. Here's my thing - if you are versatile, and you are hooking up with a top, don't expect to top. If you can derive pleasure from bottoming, then do that. He stated a few times how he wanted to top me and how I was "missing out". Prince Charming, right here. Of course, he still tried... He finally did ask if I want to top him but there wasn't much follow-through. So, after an hour or so of him jacking off, we finally decided he wasn't going to finish, so I did and we went to bed.
His bed was comfortable. His pillows were not. His alarm was set for 7:20am to allow ample time for us to take me home. Well, he snoozes it and at 7:30am it goes off again and he snoozes it again... I get up and start nagging him reminding him I have to be at work at 8am. "The stars have to align for me to get out of bed. I'm not a morning person." Dude. Get the fuck up. Ain't nobody got time for this.
He finally gets up and out of bed (7:42am) but then proceeds to get full on ready instead of just taking me home. He didn't have to be at work until 9am. So I get to sit there and watch him get ready and even eat a bowl of cereal. Sometimes you truly just wonder why people are single... We finally leave at 7:55am, I get into my apartment and quickly freshen up to go to work.
Well, I stroll into work 10 minutes late and everyone is stern and almost sad looking. I know people are not that upset about me coming in late... I later found out that there was a shooting/robbery in one of the residence halls while I was away. Three lives lost and another in critical condition. More about it here. So my office is pretty stressed and it's been a hectic morning.
What an eventful 16 hours.
Monday, June 11, 2012
My Phone Came
And so did I.
I had gone nearly four weeks without a cell phone. Anyone growing up in this day and age can tell you that is an impossibly long time. There had been a slight hiccup, and with international travel... Regardless, my phone is safe and sound in my hands. I have been reconnected to the world.
Not having a phone for so long really got me thinking though. Before phones, conversations had to have been really intentional. You can't just meet a guy or gal, exchange numbers (or add to Facebook), and stay connected that way. If you really liked someone, you must have done every effort to never let them go. If you gave someone your mailing address, I imagine it would still take weeks between each correspondence. I can almost see how being amorous was frowned upon. You wouldn't want that one guy/gal slutting up the whole town preventing people from sending letters.
I am really going to try and be more intentional with my conversations in hopes of finally finding that one. I'm turning to a life of video games to ease up on my sluttiness.
I had gone nearly four weeks without a cell phone. Anyone growing up in this day and age can tell you that is an impossibly long time. There had been a slight hiccup, and with international travel... Regardless, my phone is safe and sound in my hands. I have been reconnected to the world.
Not having a phone for so long really got me thinking though. Before phones, conversations had to have been really intentional. You can't just meet a guy or gal, exchange numbers (or add to Facebook), and stay connected that way. If you really liked someone, you must have done every effort to never let them go. If you gave someone your mailing address, I imagine it would still take weeks between each correspondence. I can almost see how being amorous was frowned upon. You wouldn't want that one guy/gal slutting up the whole town preventing people from sending letters.
I am really going to try and be more intentional with my conversations in hopes of finally finding that one. I'm turning to a life of video games to ease up on my sluttiness.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Great White North
Now I get why they call it that. There really are so many white people.
I've been here for a mere 10 days and so much as already happened. I met some cool friends and was already drunk within the first 24 hours. Had to walk an hour home several times. Been offered drugs. Escorted. You know. Very typical Canada things.
I have a pretty awesome job with Residence Services at University of Alberta. The people are really cool. I already think that I will keep in touch with the people I've met from my job. We are supposed to go camping at some time next month.
It's a really short post but I fully intend on updating with great stories of the Great White North.
I've been here for a mere 10 days and so much as already happened. I met some cool friends and was already drunk within the first 24 hours. Had to walk an hour home several times. Been offered drugs. Escorted. You know. Very typical Canada things.
I have a pretty awesome job with Residence Services at University of Alberta. The people are really cool. I already think that I will keep in touch with the people I've met from my job. We are supposed to go camping at some time next month.
It's a really short post but I fully intend on updating with great stories of the Great White North.
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