Last night, other nights and sex.
Had a wicked huge party last night. It was sweet.
There's only a little bit of the vegetarian sandwich left, which I have been munching on today. There's still lots of cake and keg beer left, I am actually having a beer right now. Don't want to waste it, you know.
I debuted a few new songs last night, Bohemian Rhapsody and a few others. People liked them.
Most of the taco stuff is gone, and what's left, I think I will have for lunch tomorrow.
A few people came who I didn't think would, so that made me happy. Some people never showed who I really wish would have, so that made me bummed.
Everything is all good in the end, though, because everyone at the party got leied at least once (Hawaiian leis) and then after everyone left, someone came back over to give me a real lay.
I first developed a crush on her when I was about seventeen. I told her how I felt once and we went out on a few dates, but nothing ever really got serious. My crush kind of fizzled out over the years. Then I liked her again. Then it fizzled. Then I liked her. Then it fizzled. Then she started to like me, but I had a girlfriend. Then I broke up with that girl. Then I liked her again, but she had a boyfriend. All this time we have managed to stay very, very good friends. She's been one of my best friends for a long, long time.
It's been a bizarre "love me" relationship, but our friendship has always remained strong. There have been times when we've gotten a little heavy in the sack, but have never actually gone all the way... Until last night. And being one hundred percent honest, I have never had better sex in my life.
Sex is weird. When I first started having sex, I didn't even really like it that much. I was going, "is this what everyone has been saying is so great? It's boring and messy and blah and I hate it." Of course, I think it's because I had one of the world's lousiest partners. No, really. I know everyone has heard a girl say how they hate it when a guy just lies there doing nothing, but there are girls out there who do that, too.
So, after a few more partners, it got better and I gained *ahem* experience. There is still a girl or two that I could have gone without doing it with... Ugh, there's this one-night-stand who comes to mind. God, what was I thinking? Oh, yeah, I was really, really drunk.
I've only had two one-night stands in my life. One sucked, and one was in the back of a Jetta with a 42-year-old woman. I was 20 at the time. Why am I telling you all this? It's significant, I suppose.
I dated a girl once for like three or four weeks. This is when sex started to get really good. They say that once you go black you never go back, but then we broke up DURING sex. I didn't have sex for awhile after that, mostly because I was simple unlucky, but one night that good friend and I got heavy after a party. Then I realized how much I missed it. We didn't go all the way that night, as I mentioned before, but I knew our friendship wouldn't be the same after that. I was wrong.
It was the same. And I couldn't have been happier. Since then, our brief but sensual romantics have happened here and there, never messing up what an amazing friendship we had.
Last year I met an amazing girl, who I thought I might spend the rest of my life with. It turned out to be the greatest summer of my life, but after three months of an intensley romantic relationship, not to mention outstanding sex, she got tired of me, and I found myself alone again wondering if that right one was ever going to come along.
Until last night, I hadn't had sex since summer of 2006 girl, who did, in fact, change my life, but not in the way I wanted. We only dated for three months, but I still found myself missing her like ten months later, as she was my first love.
Even after I told myself that I was "over her," I still found myself thinking of her way too often.
Last month after a party, the good friend and I again got heavy in bed, but not going all the way. We probably would have, but Aunt Flow was in town, if you know what I mean.
Since that night, we've talked about finally hooking up for real, whether it were a booty call, friends with benefits, or something that could evolve into the world's most incredible relationship.
Last night, as the last few guests were leaving, she texts me, "Im comin over 2nite." I knew what this meant, and I was happy about it. I texted back a few words of agreement, which was something like, "You wanna chill tonight? Awesome!" I casually encouraged my final guests to get the hell out, and continued to text with her until they finally did.
When they left I did that flight of the bumblebee clean up, and actually did quite well. She called, just as I was finishing up.
"What are you doin'?"
"Wiping off the stove."
"Shut up. Are you really?"
"Yeah, it's wicked dirty."
"Well, I was gonna come over, if that's cool."
"Yeah, that's definitely cool."
"Is everyone gone?"
"Yeah, the last few just left."
"Mmkay. Well, I can be there in like fifteen."
"Okay, see you in a little bit."
Little did I know, this was the forty second long conversation that would change my life... Or at least my night and day today.
When she got here we chilled for awhile just talking and stuff, and she finally said that she was tired and wanted to go to "sleep."
We hit the sack and actually just cuddled for awhile, as I really was exhausted and didn't know if anything was even going to happen. But it did.
That is all the detail I will go into... I think it's enough. It DID finally happen, though, and I am glad we went through with it. Not only because it was the best I'd ever had, but because we BOTH have been waiting for so long, as well as EVERY ONE ELSE in our little clique, who always says, "when the hell are you guys gonna do it, already?"
It's done and I'm happy about it. No, ecstatic. Neither of us know what is going to happen next, but I DO know that we will always be great friends.
Colin, since you were the only one who came that might read this, thanks for coming. Huey Lewis rules.
There's only a little bit of the vegetarian sandwich left, which I have been munching on today. There's still lots of cake and keg beer left, I am actually having a beer right now. Don't want to waste it, you know.
I debuted a few new songs last night, Bohemian Rhapsody and a few others. People liked them.
Most of the taco stuff is gone, and what's left, I think I will have for lunch tomorrow.
A few people came who I didn't think would, so that made me happy. Some people never showed who I really wish would have, so that made me bummed.
Everything is all good in the end, though, because everyone at the party got leied at least once (Hawaiian leis) and then after everyone left, someone came back over to give me a real lay.
I first developed a crush on her when I was about seventeen. I told her how I felt once and we went out on a few dates, but nothing ever really got serious. My crush kind of fizzled out over the years. Then I liked her again. Then it fizzled. Then I liked her. Then it fizzled. Then she started to like me, but I had a girlfriend. Then I broke up with that girl. Then I liked her again, but she had a boyfriend. All this time we have managed to stay very, very good friends. She's been one of my best friends for a long, long time.
It's been a bizarre "love me" relationship, but our friendship has always remained strong. There have been times when we've gotten a little heavy in the sack, but have never actually gone all the way... Until last night. And being one hundred percent honest, I have never had better sex in my life.
Sex is weird. When I first started having sex, I didn't even really like it that much. I was going, "is this what everyone has been saying is so great? It's boring and messy and blah and I hate it." Of course, I think it's because I had one of the world's lousiest partners. No, really. I know everyone has heard a girl say how they hate it when a guy just lies there doing nothing, but there are girls out there who do that, too.
So, after a few more partners, it got better and I gained *ahem* experience. There is still a girl or two that I could have gone without doing it with... Ugh, there's this one-night-stand who comes to mind. God, what was I thinking? Oh, yeah, I was really, really drunk.
I've only had two one-night stands in my life. One sucked, and one was in the back of a Jetta with a 42-year-old woman. I was 20 at the time. Why am I telling you all this? It's significant, I suppose.
I dated a girl once for like three or four weeks. This is when sex started to get really good. They say that once you go black you never go back, but then we broke up DURING sex. I didn't have sex for awhile after that, mostly because I was simple unlucky, but one night that good friend and I got heavy after a party. Then I realized how much I missed it. We didn't go all the way that night, as I mentioned before, but I knew our friendship wouldn't be the same after that. I was wrong.
It was the same. And I couldn't have been happier. Since then, our brief but sensual romantics have happened here and there, never messing up what an amazing friendship we had.
Last year I met an amazing girl, who I thought I might spend the rest of my life with. It turned out to be the greatest summer of my life, but after three months of an intensley romantic relationship, not to mention outstanding sex, she got tired of me, and I found myself alone again wondering if that right one was ever going to come along.
Until last night, I hadn't had sex since summer of 2006 girl, who did, in fact, change my life, but not in the way I wanted. We only dated for three months, but I still found myself missing her like ten months later, as she was my first love.
Even after I told myself that I was "over her," I still found myself thinking of her way too often.
Last month after a party, the good friend and I again got heavy in bed, but not going all the way. We probably would have, but Aunt Flow was in town, if you know what I mean.
Since that night, we've talked about finally hooking up for real, whether it were a booty call, friends with benefits, or something that could evolve into the world's most incredible relationship.
Last night, as the last few guests were leaving, she texts me, "Im comin over 2nite." I knew what this meant, and I was happy about it. I texted back a few words of agreement, which was something like, "You wanna chill tonight? Awesome!" I casually encouraged my final guests to get the hell out, and continued to text with her until they finally did.
When they left I did that flight of the bumblebee clean up, and actually did quite well. She called, just as I was finishing up.
"What are you doin'?"
"Wiping off the stove."
"Shut up. Are you really?"
"Yeah, it's wicked dirty."
"Well, I was gonna come over, if that's cool."
"Yeah, that's definitely cool."
"Is everyone gone?"
"Yeah, the last few just left."
"Mmkay. Well, I can be there in like fifteen."
"Okay, see you in a little bit."
Little did I know, this was the forty second long conversation that would change my life... Or at least my night and day today.
When she got here we chilled for awhile just talking and stuff, and she finally said that she was tired and wanted to go to "sleep."
We hit the sack and actually just cuddled for awhile, as I really was exhausted and didn't know if anything was even going to happen. But it did.
That is all the detail I will go into... I think it's enough. It DID finally happen, though, and I am glad we went through with it. Not only because it was the best I'd ever had, but because we BOTH have been waiting for so long, as well as EVERY ONE ELSE in our little clique, who always says, "when the hell are you guys gonna do it, already?"
It's done and I'm happy about it. No, ecstatic. Neither of us know what is going to happen next, but I DO know that we will always be great friends.
Colin, since you were the only one who came that might read this, thanks for coming. Huey Lewis rules.