GOD DAMN (Women & shit)
Man, I don't get what the deal is with things these days. Yeah, that's right. This is the cliche "spill yer fucking heart out" entry that everyone writes at some point or another... Let's see, where to start! Alright, so I'm here at Creighton in Omaha (obviously) and there's this girl (whom shall hencetoforth be reffered to as BOD).
So Bod and I have been friends for quite a while, since September I'd say. All our other friends would always give me shit about how Bod and I had some unspoken infatuation with each other, and that, no matter how much I argued, we would get together eventually. Bod had a boyfriend at the time, and I still wasn't over my last woman. We used to bitch about our (in)significant others to each other all the time: hers was too needy and weak-spirited, and mine was too selfish and indecisive. I accepted that Bod wouldn't break up with him any time in the near future, and started going out with another girl. I knew Bod was never really a fan of this girl I was dating, but my other friends used to say awful things about her like "She's doomed to not be pretty" and "My best quality is that I don't look like [her]". Shiiiit, right?
Anyways, uhh... let's see here. What came next? I think myself and all of the other guys I hung out with here got a little tired of some of Bod's lesser traits, for various reasons and to various extents. Bod broke up with her boyfriend somewhere in there, and my girl kicked me to the curb about 4 days before I was to go back home for Christmas. Basically, my ex back home let me know that she wanted me back, so I took it. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time (I found out later I couldn't have been any less correct).
I came back to Creighton in January, and I told Bod all about my misadventures over break. She was sympathetic, I think. Shit with the ex went incredibly sour in the coming weeks (summary: I love you, I'm pregnant, I hate you, I'm not pregnant, I don't hate you blah blah goddamn blah), and that definitely had be down, but in no way prepared me for what was to come next.
This was last week, I suppose. Bod, Bod's best friend/sometimes roommate Ms. A, and I had a few beverages in Bod's room and I ended up sharing a bed with Bod that evening (cuddling/spooning abounded, but there was no sexual contact to be had). I supposed, at the time, that it was nothing more than a one-off thing... a fluke, if you will. But sure enough, 2 nights later Bod and I were watching Smokey & The Bandit in her room, with more beverages. Was Ms. A there? No. Did I spend the night? Yes. Did we cuddle? Yes. Was there more? Yes.
And then there was THE INCIDENT on Friday night...
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So Bod and I have been friends for quite a while, since September I'd say. All our other friends would always give me shit about how Bod and I had some unspoken infatuation with each other, and that, no matter how much I argued, we would get together eventually. Bod had a boyfriend at the time, and I still wasn't over my last woman. We used to bitch about our (in)significant others to each other all the time: hers was too needy and weak-spirited, and mine was too selfish and indecisive. I accepted that Bod wouldn't break up with him any time in the near future, and started going out with another girl. I knew Bod was never really a fan of this girl I was dating, but my other friends used to say awful things about her like "She's doomed to not be pretty" and "My best quality is that I don't look like [her]". Shiiiit, right?
Anyways, uhh... let's see here. What came next? I think myself and all of the other guys I hung out with here got a little tired of some of Bod's lesser traits, for various reasons and to various extents. Bod broke up with her boyfriend somewhere in there, and my girl kicked me to the curb about 4 days before I was to go back home for Christmas. Basically, my ex back home let me know that she wanted me back, so I took it. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time (I found out later I couldn't have been any less correct).
I came back to Creighton in January, and I told Bod all about my misadventures over break. She was sympathetic, I think. Shit with the ex went incredibly sour in the coming weeks (summary: I love you, I'm pregnant, I hate you, I'm not pregnant, I don't hate you blah blah goddamn blah), and that definitely had be down, but in no way prepared me for what was to come next.
This was last week, I suppose. Bod, Bod's best friend/sometimes roommate Ms. A, and I had a few beverages in Bod's room and I ended up sharing a bed with Bod that evening (cuddling/spooning abounded, but there was no sexual contact to be had). I supposed, at the time, that it was nothing more than a one-off thing... a fluke, if you will. But sure enough, 2 nights later Bod and I were watching Smokey & The Bandit in her room, with more beverages. Was Ms. A there? No. Did I spend the night? Yes. Did we cuddle? Yes. Was there more? Yes.
And then there was THE INCIDENT on Friday night...
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