Private journal entry though he left it open on the computer
See, I used to be really easy. I had sex with guys I can't even remember the name of. I thought it was perfectly fine, I was having a blast, honestly. My first real girlfriend had to twist my arm to get me to act romantically. She had me trained after the first year, mind you, get her flowers on her birthday and stuff, but I never went for the romantic bullshit. I was just doing it to keep her happy.
I didn't screw around on her just because I do have some deeply buried morals somewhere (I blame my mother), not because I wasn't tempted.
I *know* I've annoyed Marton before because I wasn't in the mood for slow loving sex and I just wanted it hard and fast and fuck, it just made me feel embarrassed that he wanted to lavish that kind of attention on me. I just don't think I'm the kind of guy anybody would want to take out for a romantic candlelight dinner, you know?
Though, to think of it, Marton would probably do it.
Then I was talking to Sarah the other day and I was totally shocked that she wouldn't fuck her brand new boyfriend that I still haven't met. I felt sorry for her that she didn't want to get closer to him since she seems to love him. Have affection for him? Whatever, she was actually flustered for a change and it didn't involve maths.
When the hell did I start putting sex and love in the same fucking sentence? I almost started waxing poetic over it. *face palms*
That never happened before.
Please someone shoot me before I get on my knees and declare my undying love to my husband. The way I'm feeling right now, I'd actually do it and mean it.
I didn't screw around on her just because I do have some deeply buried morals somewhere (I blame my mother), not because I wasn't tempted.
I *know* I've annoyed Marton before because I wasn't in the mood for slow loving sex and I just wanted it hard and fast and fuck, it just made me feel embarrassed that he wanted to lavish that kind of attention on me. I just don't think I'm the kind of guy anybody would want to take out for a romantic candlelight dinner, you know?
Though, to think of it, Marton would probably do it.
Then I was talking to Sarah the other day and I was totally shocked that she wouldn't fuck her brand new boyfriend that I still haven't met. I felt sorry for her that she didn't want to get closer to him since she seems to love him. Have affection for him? Whatever, she was actually flustered for a change and it didn't involve maths.
When the hell did I start putting sex and love in the same fucking sentence? I almost started waxing poetic over it. *face palms*
That never happened before.
Please someone shoot me before I get on my knees and declare my undying love to my husband. The way I'm feeling right now, I'd actually do it and mean it.