Well that was new...
Okay, so I wasn't expecting that on my second day in LA. I mean, not that I'm not up for a good time or anything, but I don't usually jump into bed with the first guy I meet.
And I sure as hell don't move in with the guy on the first night - hell, that was before we'd even... Well, y'know. He seems pretty decent though, I mean... Not many people would just offer his couch up like that (although I didn't exactly stay on his couch for long) and when I talked the guy actually listened which, hey, novelty.
We swung by my wonderful motel room while I picked up my stuff and I swear, Evan was leering at the Magic Fingers machine thingy. I laughed, told him no power on this earth would ever make me do anything near that machine and he sorta leered again, telling me that his own magic fingers were quite enough.
I blushed. I actually blushed - I could feel my face flushing and ugh... He just gave this adorable little smile and what is with me?
'Course, once we got to his apartment? It was like my life's mission to make him blush. I even tried ridiculing his taste in music and questioning his sexual orientation once I noticed the La Boheme CD in his collection but nope, all he did was smile that adorable smile again and then we got to the whole, uh, bedroom portion of the night.
Damn, he's hot.
Have I mentioned that?
And I sure as hell don't move in with the guy on the first night - hell, that was before we'd even... Well, y'know. He seems pretty decent though, I mean... Not many people would just offer his couch up like that (although I didn't exactly stay on his couch for long) and when I talked the guy actually listened which, hey, novelty.
We swung by my wonderful motel room while I picked up my stuff and I swear, Evan was leering at the Magic Fingers machine thingy. I laughed, told him no power on this earth would ever make me do anything near that machine and he sorta leered again, telling me that his own magic fingers were quite enough.
I blushed. I actually blushed - I could feel my face flushing and ugh... He just gave this adorable little smile and what is with me?
'Course, once we got to his apartment? It was like my life's mission to make him blush. I even tried ridiculing his taste in music and questioning his sexual orientation once I noticed the La Boheme CD in his collection but nope, all he did was smile that adorable smile again and then we got to the whole, uh, bedroom portion of the night.
Damn, he's hot.
Have I mentioned that?