Oh, my drama filled life. Will it never end?
I went on a date with Mr. Package on Friday. It was kind of weird. I saw a few couriers that frequent my office quite a bit. They looked at me a little bit funny, but maybe that's because my septum piercing was down. It could also have a little bit to do with the fact that they are probably thinking I'm more of a "suit". That's so weird that someone would refer to me as that. I'm just a receptionist. I got no schooling. I ain't no suit. Pffffft.
But the date was fun. I had the most fun when we went out for dinner, just him and I, no couriers. I had a good time. Then I went home. Nothing happened. He hugged me. It's weird being with a guy, and he doesn't try anything. Kind of refreshing.
The next night, I got drunk. Originally, by myself! I had nothing to do. The ex was gone for the weekend (he's still gone... Let's hope that he doesn't come back!) and the landlords are gone for 2 weeks. So, obviously in need of a booty call, I call L. Oh, dear, how dumb can I be. I bussed out to see him, and we had fun. Until he said the words that no one ever wants to hear: "The condom broke."
Ugh. How horrible. Then, he wanted to know if I was interested in a round 2. Seriously? After that just happened? Calm down, boy. I don't want any shit happening, I'm kind of paranoid!
But I was down for it the next morning. Ugh, the sex with him is usually always amazing. I would totally be down with being friends with benefits. But, it turns out he doesn't want to. Well, he sucks. How am I supposed to get laid? Totally don't want it from the ex anymore. Except, now that we're broken up, the sex is surprisingly better ... Kinda rough. I like it.
But L is messed up. I don't know how, he won't tell me. But B knows something. So hopefully he tells N. Then she'll tell me. I want to know.
I need to know. I don't want to be conceited or anything, but he mentioned that he's been "fucked up" for about a month. Oh, low and behold, he started talking to me again about a month ago.
B told N that he does care about me, he just doesn't want to. Well, we're in the same boat, bitch. Now, give me the sex, and forget about your feelings. That's what I did when we were fucking for about a year. I forgot about my feelings, and went for the sex. But now that you have feelings, it's completely different? No more nothing, barely want to talk to me?
And he said that I need to sort my shit out. Pffft.
