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I went to a party with my girl last night. After some heavy drinking and jello-shooting everyone started taking their clothes off. Shortly thereafter, most of the people in attendance were down to their underpants, including my date. That was pretty cool, in the sense that I got to see a lot of new boobs. What was a little less cool is that my date went from fairly popular to extremely so and ended up making out with a bunch of girls and a few guys there. I didn't get to make out with anyone; it's weird being a competitor for attention with my own date. That was ok though; I don't normally have a good time at parties so it's not a big deal that this one ended up being a bit of a bummer. I managed to stay out of the way for the most part while she was talking to guys about Dr. Who and BSG. Who would have ever thought that insufficient knowledge of sci-fi television would actually prevent me from making friends?
Towards the end of the night, she invited two guys home with us but they ended up declining. I think they were game until they saw me being in a weird mood. Of course, I'm in no position to be complaining about that, since at the party last week I ended up getting halfway doubleteamed by two of the girls I invited. I mean, she asked for my permission but I would have been just as left out with my overused and whiskey-soaked dick. Its weird going from the feeling of extreme virility one week to now thinking that I can't even please one girl.
I don't know what to do in this relationship. We got into an argument about why I was upset -- I was trying to explain that I was just feeling like I do after most parties but she kept insisting that I was mad at her. I was, a little bit, because I felt like she was excluding me a little bit, but I don't blame her for wanting to have fun with new people, especially considering that I'm like actively dating other people. But soon enough I had ruined another one of her nights. Last week she told me that she wouldn't stand for me ruining another night; I wonder if she'll hold to that.
She's told me, literally, that I'm "not enough man for her." I guess she means emotionally too, but I can't help but see that in physical terms. She's told her friends that were not going to work out because of the quality of our sex. Meanwhile girl #2 loves getting fucked by me but we don't really do anything else and she gets really bothered whenever I try to talk about my other partners. I'm crazy in love with the first girl and she doesn't want me; I'm just ok with the others who do want me. (First World Problems.)
Man, this is some fine blog-o-rambles.
Towards the end of the night, she invited two guys home with us but they ended up declining. I think they were game until they saw me being in a weird mood. Of course, I'm in no position to be complaining about that, since at the party last week I ended up getting halfway doubleteamed by two of the girls I invited. I mean, she asked for my permission but I would have been just as left out with my overused and whiskey-soaked dick. Its weird going from the feeling of extreme virility one week to now thinking that I can't even please one girl.
I don't know what to do in this relationship. We got into an argument about why I was upset -- I was trying to explain that I was just feeling like I do after most parties but she kept insisting that I was mad at her. I was, a little bit, because I felt like she was excluding me a little bit, but I don't blame her for wanting to have fun with new people, especially considering that I'm like actively dating other people. But soon enough I had ruined another one of her nights. Last week she told me that she wouldn't stand for me ruining another night; I wonder if she'll hold to that.
She's told me, literally, that I'm "not enough man for her." I guess she means emotionally too, but I can't help but see that in physical terms. She's told her friends that were not going to work out because of the quality of our sex. Meanwhile girl #2 loves getting fucked by me but we don't really do anything else and she gets really bothered whenever I try to talk about my other partners. I'm crazy in love with the first girl and she doesn't want me; I'm just ok with the others who do want me. (First World Problems.)
Man, this is some fine blog-o-rambles.