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.
Friday, June 22, 2012
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.
Friday, May 27, 2011
This is All That
I was supposed to go to TigerHeat (some gay club) last night but let's say that didn't exactly happen. Everyone kind of backed out at the last minute. Oh well. I had to be into work early today so it was probably a good idea I didn't go out last night. Work today was pretty boring. Event Operations couldn't delinen beds properly and I'm pretty sure they are just dumb. That's all I'll say about that.
I had my first check in today: National Cheer Association. It went by pretty smoothly. It's a conference to teach the staff that will teach at cheer camps. They seemed okay enough. They were all pretty nice. At the same time MAWS (Marijuana Anonymous World Services) was checking in at the same time right next to me. It's an organization that helps people become sober (I think...). They were all older and more laid-back. Who is surprised. But most importantly (!!!!) I was sitting next to Lori Beth Denberg!! Normally an intern will check in a conference but she was the one checking in the group. If you're wondering who that is, she's from All That. She went by LB so I wasn't absolutely certain at first. But she looked just like Lori Beth so I looked her up and sure enough it was her. She's quite funny and SHE KNOWS MY NAME!!! It was a truly wondrous experience. I'm going to bring it up in the office tomorrow and if I see her again I'm going to actually talk to her.
I had my first check in today: National Cheer Association. It went by pretty smoothly. It's a conference to teach the staff that will teach at cheer camps. They seemed okay enough. They were all pretty nice. At the same time MAWS (Marijuana Anonymous World Services) was checking in at the same time right next to me. It's an organization that helps people become sober (I think...). They were all older and more laid-back. Who is surprised. But most importantly (!!!!) I was sitting next to Lori Beth Denberg!! Normally an intern will check in a conference but she was the one checking in the group. If you're wondering who that is, she's from All That. She went by LB so I wasn't absolutely certain at first. But she looked just like Lori Beth so I looked her up and sure enough it was her. She's quite funny and SHE KNOWS MY NAME!!! It was a truly wondrous experience. I'm going to bring it up in the office tomorrow and if I see her again I'm going to actually talk to her.
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