Isn't this the best thing about breaking up, finding someone else you can't get enough of.
I dumped Gus. There were a couple of factors that really just turned me off from him.
First he took me to a string of parties that were just duller than shit. I know that wasn't exactley his fault, but it still didn't exactley give him a point in the cool department.
He also kind of pissed me off. Like every five or ten minutes he'd tell me I was hot. Or as we were making out or something he'd tell me how beautiful I was, or how sexy I was. And I dunno there was just something about the way that he said it that made me really not like it. I didn't want him to tell it to me. At first it was kinda cool, a nice little confidence boost, but after a while I was like, "Alright, I get it. You think I'm hot. Now shut the fuck up!" It was weird.
Then there was the sex. I really don't think I had a huge problem with him, until we had sex.
First of all I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off if he and I shared a bed. I told him so, and we had both agreed to abstain until we had at least reached the two week mark. But he insisted, he insisted and it kind of pissed me off. And I'm not blaming him entirely, I did my own part and I wanted it just as much as he did, I accept that.
But I really wish I hadn't. It was awful. Like during it I actually looked over at my laptop and wondered if it would be ok if I went on Myspace, because I was so bored. And I'm gonna say it, size does matter. Especially if your size is the same size as my middle finger.
Yeah.
I'd say three inches, but that would be embellishing it.
Then he just sort of turned into this ultra fag. He went from being really cool and really like a guy to being the biggest queen pretty much overnight. He wore more makeup than I, and I was a freaking Geisha for crying out loud. And he became this like Queen of Musicals and Madonna. Everytime we were in his car it was a different musical, some different one that I had never heard of, and it wasn't even a popular one either. I don't know it just really turned me off.
Speaking of turn offs. It was a major turn off when in the middle of he and I starting to get hot and heavy he asks if he can turn on some music. I say, "sure" confident that some Marvin Gaye, or some other classic "Let's Get It On" song was gonna come on. But no, it's Madonna. Such a buzz kill.
So I was over him, but there was the whole thing of breaking up that I still had to do. Breaking up is never fun, for either party. So I put it off. I just sort of didn't talk to him for over a week. And then on Thursday I did a text-message breakup. Which I'm really not proud of. But it's what I did.
I felt free, but I felt pretty shitty at the same time. And when I randomly went to Rage on Saturday I wasn't really in the mood to find anyone, I just wanted to dance with my gays and have a good time.
I admit that I got pretty down on myself when Bobby got some, I was like, "Fuck, everyone's gonna hook up and I'm gonna be alone, again. Nice job Zach, way to fuck things up with Gus and make it so that you're alone. There's no one here that wants you, the one person that did want you just got dumped by you via text message. Boy you sure do suck." But then I looked over and I saw Joe was just as alone as I was and it wasn't so bad. Hahaha, that's a shitty way to look at it, but you know misery loves company.
But I was lucky. I ran into some guy, Louie, and he and I danced and throbbed and groped each other. Typical club lingo for, "Hey I think you're kinda cute and maybe we should hang out sometime." We talked a little, I got his number, he got mine. But for some reason the spark that was there on the dance floor was just gone once we got off. Of the dance floor that is.
I excused myself and said I had to go and meet my friends, or something to that level of lameness, and I left. So there we were, my friends and I, when He walked by. It took me a second to recognize him, but once I did I could have crapped my heart out. It was Dan, the super hot guy who was hitting on me Pre-Gus. After a few failed attempts of trying to find out if it actually was Dan I led the boys over to him and straight out asked if he was Dan. It was after I said "you added me on myspace, I'm Zachypoo." when he finally recognized me. We talked. My gays met his. And Joe started to hit it off with his friend Scott.
We just stood around and talked, he wanted us all to go back with him somewhere so we could get crunk, lol. Then he got kicked out of the club for drinking out of a Smirnoff bottle that he had smuggled in. Such a turn on, let me tell you. I'm just kidding. But it was kind of endearing. Anyways we all just talked about so much, then finally we all walked back to my car. His friends started writing in the dirt of my car and then he comes over and writes "Zach's Hot". I COULD HAVE DIED!
He's so adorable. He's so cute. He's so awesome. He's making me feel like a little girl. I just think about him and I get all jittery, and I get the butterflies, and I just wish I was with him and that he was holding me. We text each other and once I text him I can't stop looking at my phone to see if he's texted me back. Everytime he writes something I get all butterflyie and I just can't help but smile. I feel so thankful that Joe suggested going to Rage, I'm so thankful that Bobby wanted to go and sit outside for a while, I'm so thankful that I had the balls to approach him. I'm seriously finding out the true beauty of serendipity. A beautiful accident.
I don't even really know what to write about Dan. I'm just at a loss of words. I hate how I'm such a little girl about it, but then again I love having that feeling.
Like right now he just texted me, and after waiting for a response for so long from him I just freaked out I was so happy. And he keeps on telling me how I'm gorgeous, or hot, or how I'm a stud man, or hunk of hotness, lol. And unlike when Gus did it, it actually makes me feel really good, and I blush like all hell.
I'm so stoked for Rage on Thursday. Thanksgiving is gonna be awesome this year.
First he took me to a string of parties that were just duller than shit. I know that wasn't exactley his fault, but it still didn't exactley give him a point in the cool department.
He also kind of pissed me off. Like every five or ten minutes he'd tell me I was hot. Or as we were making out or something he'd tell me how beautiful I was, or how sexy I was. And I dunno there was just something about the way that he said it that made me really not like it. I didn't want him to tell it to me. At first it was kinda cool, a nice little confidence boost, but after a while I was like, "Alright, I get it. You think I'm hot. Now shut the fuck up!" It was weird.
Then there was the sex. I really don't think I had a huge problem with him, until we had sex.
First of all I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off if he and I shared a bed. I told him so, and we had both agreed to abstain until we had at least reached the two week mark. But he insisted, he insisted and it kind of pissed me off. And I'm not blaming him entirely, I did my own part and I wanted it just as much as he did, I accept that.
But I really wish I hadn't. It was awful. Like during it I actually looked over at my laptop and wondered if it would be ok if I went on Myspace, because I was so bored. And I'm gonna say it, size does matter. Especially if your size is the same size as my middle finger.
Yeah.
I'd say three inches, but that would be embellishing it.
Then he just sort of turned into this ultra fag. He went from being really cool and really like a guy to being the biggest queen pretty much overnight. He wore more makeup than I, and I was a freaking Geisha for crying out loud. And he became this like Queen of Musicals and Madonna. Everytime we were in his car it was a different musical, some different one that I had never heard of, and it wasn't even a popular one either. I don't know it just really turned me off.
Speaking of turn offs. It was a major turn off when in the middle of he and I starting to get hot and heavy he asks if he can turn on some music. I say, "sure" confident that some Marvin Gaye, or some other classic "Let's Get It On" song was gonna come on. But no, it's Madonna. Such a buzz kill.
So I was over him, but there was the whole thing of breaking up that I still had to do. Breaking up is never fun, for either party. So I put it off. I just sort of didn't talk to him for over a week. And then on Thursday I did a text-message breakup. Which I'm really not proud of. But it's what I did.
I felt free, but I felt pretty shitty at the same time. And when I randomly went to Rage on Saturday I wasn't really in the mood to find anyone, I just wanted to dance with my gays and have a good time.
I admit that I got pretty down on myself when Bobby got some, I was like, "Fuck, everyone's gonna hook up and I'm gonna be alone, again. Nice job Zach, way to fuck things up with Gus and make it so that you're alone. There's no one here that wants you, the one person that did want you just got dumped by you via text message. Boy you sure do suck." But then I looked over and I saw Joe was just as alone as I was and it wasn't so bad. Hahaha, that's a shitty way to look at it, but you know misery loves company.
But I was lucky. I ran into some guy, Louie, and he and I danced and throbbed and groped each other. Typical club lingo for, "Hey I think you're kinda cute and maybe we should hang out sometime." We talked a little, I got his number, he got mine. But for some reason the spark that was there on the dance floor was just gone once we got off. Of the dance floor that is.
I excused myself and said I had to go and meet my friends, or something to that level of lameness, and I left. So there we were, my friends and I, when He walked by. It took me a second to recognize him, but once I did I could have crapped my heart out. It was Dan, the super hot guy who was hitting on me Pre-Gus. After a few failed attempts of trying to find out if it actually was Dan I led the boys over to him and straight out asked if he was Dan. It was after I said "you added me on myspace, I'm Zachypoo." when he finally recognized me. We talked. My gays met his. And Joe started to hit it off with his friend Scott.
We just stood around and talked, he wanted us all to go back with him somewhere so we could get crunk, lol. Then he got kicked out of the club for drinking out of a Smirnoff bottle that he had smuggled in. Such a turn on, let me tell you. I'm just kidding. But it was kind of endearing. Anyways we all just talked about so much, then finally we all walked back to my car. His friends started writing in the dirt of my car and then he comes over and writes "Zach's Hot". I COULD HAVE DIED!
He's so adorable. He's so cute. He's so awesome. He's making me feel like a little girl. I just think about him and I get all jittery, and I get the butterflies, and I just wish I was with him and that he was holding me. We text each other and once I text him I can't stop looking at my phone to see if he's texted me back. Everytime he writes something I get all butterflyie and I just can't help but smile. I feel so thankful that Joe suggested going to Rage, I'm so thankful that Bobby wanted to go and sit outside for a while, I'm so thankful that I had the balls to approach him. I'm seriously finding out the true beauty of serendipity. A beautiful accident.
I don't even really know what to write about Dan. I'm just at a loss of words. I hate how I'm such a little girl about it, but then again I love having that feeling.
Like right now he just texted me, and after waiting for a response for so long from him I just freaked out I was so happy. And he keeps on telling me how I'm gorgeous, or hot, or how I'm a stud man, or hunk of hotness, lol. And unlike when Gus did it, it actually makes me feel really good, and I blush like all hell.
I'm so stoked for Rage on Thursday. Thanksgiving is gonna be awesome this year.