So, ever since my tongue was cut off by that band of roving pirates, here's what's new in my life.
The Linda
So, ok, of the people who read this, I only talk about Linda. Why? Umm.... cause.... ahhh... WE HAD SEX. No, not recently. Not again in the future either. Actually, no, that's not it. Actually it's because she's my friend BECAUSE of this blog. So, the rest of you can sigh a sigh of relief. Nobody's gonna know about Craig's predelictation towards women's stockings, Samantha's addiction to softcore porn, nor Daniella's quest to marry and become a citizen.
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Yea, Craig and Daniella don't exist. Sam? Ah, if she is addicted to softcore porn, then good for her! (AFK she don't read, soo.....)
Anyway, Linda's been a source of stress I'll admit. Before her the last time I "knew a woman's touch" was like a year and 5 weeks. I am capable of handling long droughts, and 13.25 months isn't the longest. BUT the first three months after the last hurrah, as it were, is HORRIBLE. I'm still in it. It'll be 6 weeks Friday.
Climbing the walls.
Jittery.
Looking lustfully at everyone.
Absolutely jealous of anyone I see that make it even a little obvious they're gettin' some.
Eating horrible.
Having DAYDREAMS about having sex, including afterglow and pillow talk. Not the best stuff while you're driving on that deathtrap-waiting-to-happen also known as Krome Ave.
The current drama in my life is actually TURNING DOWN the only girl* in my life offering me some. Mental health. Why? Well, if I get upset to be nothing more than a penis, a mouth, a tongue, and two really good hands, then I won't be that. Actually, it's not so much that I mind being that, it's that I mind not being anything MORE.
I'm greedy, what can I say? But, think about it, if it represents your value as a person from within someone else's eyes, wouldn't you want to be more?
But it's really hard to resist. I want someone NOW to give me everything I want. Because pretty soon I'll run out of fingernails to chew on. And then I have to move on to the couch. And that's no fun. 'Coz it's dusty.
*Um, actually, there is another. I didn't mention her to you, Linda, but, Jenny's back and she's interested in "seeing me" again, now that the epic battle between me and her husband took place so now we can be "descreet". Yeesh.
The Diana
I also talk about her. She doesn't read, or, if she does, she's doing a good job of hiding that she does. That's kind of good, I think.
Truth is, I care about her. I havn't told anyone any of her secrets. Well, I don't tell anyone's secrets, really. But some of hers are really juicy. Once upon a time, before we went to Tampa, I was asked if I was taking her to get some, or if I was really trying to be a friend. I answered truthfully. Friend. And ever since then, things have gone up and down. She's really really special... I think her reputation, while deserved for what she's done, doesn't define her completely.
One thing I was asked is, if she wanted me, would I accept her as a girlfriend. To which I said I would have to put a lot of thought. Now that I've had like a week or so to think about that question, yeah, I probably would. Then again, if Linda wanted me (in the appropriate way), I would too.
I'd give anyone a chance. Girlfriend means she's getting a chance. Now, had you phrased your question a little differently, Red, maybe you would have gotten the answer you wanted.
Remember, I'm a literalist.
And lets see... work sucks. Working really long hours. Boss promised a "small raise." Small raise to a guy who pays $250/month to get internet on his laptop anywhere on the planet when HE WORKS FOR A TELECOMUNICATIONS COMPANY just sounds a lot larger than it actually was.
Ah, well. I'll plot my revenge.
(Oh, ladies, remember: write my name and number on every female bathroom stall you find. This will spare you from the exodus later in life.)