good girls keep diaries..
bad girls never have the time.
clearly i completely suck right now.
i apologize to anyone who may have been waiting to hear more from me (which i completely doubt) but my life has been insane.
i'm finally back at school to finish my last semester before graduation which i am so excited about and also not looking forward to at all.
quick recap? yes? alright here we go...
[in regards to the teaser post]
i can honestly say that this was one of the rare times this happened to me. i drove up to meet with this guy, we had a great time, went to the movies, got back to his apartment. he asked where i was parked and i told him. he pulled up to my car and said, thanks for coming, i'm just really tired.
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EXCUSE ME!?
i literally felt like i had been slapped across the face. im usually trying to figure out how NOT to hook up with a guy, trying to decide what excuse i'm going to throw out there, trying to dodge the awkward lean in kiss. the drive back to my house was one of those times where when you get home you're like "wait, did i even stop at the red lights?"
i got a text from him saying, "thanks for coming up here, i'm sorry i was really tired. i really wanted you to come in but i have to be up early."
blah blah blah FUCK YOU.
sorry, this was just too surreal for me. i didn't know what had happened. and i was so taken aback. and then i realized that this happens to people everyday. people get shot down and rejected allllll the time. thankfully this brought me back to earth and i snapped out of it.
kinda. i'm still pissed.
[one weekend at the hardrock]
so my most recent ex lives in san diego. if you recall from my firsts post, you'll note that i had my first orgasm relatively recently. i fully attribute my sexual awakening to this man [Mr. Manchester]. i guess you could say my first sexualization was with the guy i lost my virginity to [oohhh just wait!] because he was a lot of my firsts, but that was just going through the motions. with mr. manchester everything was like that stupid "glasses" metaphor. you never really realize how blurry your vision is until you see how clear everything should be.
back on track. i was in LA for the summer and san diego is just a short drive. so one day, i showed up at his doorstep. the only reason i could do this confidently is because i know i could have him back if i wanted to. he still loves me and i think thats why i could just show up unannounced.
it took all of 5 minutes for us to be completely ripping each other's clothes off in crazy anticipation of what would happen next.
now let me just say this. this guy is 6'5" and has one of the most amazing dicks i've ever seen and holy shit does he know how to use it. and not only that, but of course he's got these fingers that are so long and perfect. and to top it off, he is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. tanned skin, long-ish hair that you can run your fingers through, the scruffy beard look, and the most piercing blue eyes. ahh makes me melt.
what ensued in the next 48 hours was nothing short of incredible. the first night was so nonstop we didn't even have time to talk about how the other person was doing. we finally went to sleep around 6 in the morning, and it was only because we knew we had to.
we had sex our favorite ways, pulling out moves from our own play book that we knew would drive the other person crazy.
i didn't realize how much i missed having him until i was ripping bed sheets.
we decided to get a hotel the next night, just for shits and giggles. we had an amazing suite in the hard rock in downtown san diego. after a massage in the late afternoon, i had my hair and make up done and we went out for a night on the town. we had some drinks at the bar, wine with dinner, and went out for more drinks and dancing.
by the time we got back to the hotel room everything was such a blur i couldn't even tell you what happened. i should probably make a list of what we didnt do, because that would be shorter.
breakfast in bed the next morning. a day at the pool. and one last night in the suite.
best random, unexpected, unannounced visit. ever.
clearly i completely suck right now.
i apologize to anyone who may have been waiting to hear more from me (which i completely doubt) but my life has been insane.
i'm finally back at school to finish my last semester before graduation which i am so excited about and also not looking forward to at all.
quick recap? yes? alright here we go...
[in regards to the teaser post]
i can honestly say that this was one of the rare times this happened to me. i drove up to meet with this guy, we had a great time, went to the movies, got back to his apartment. he asked where i was parked and i told him. he pulled up to my car and said, thanks for coming, i'm just really tired.
..
...
....
...
..
EXCUSE ME!?
i literally felt like i had been slapped across the face. im usually trying to figure out how NOT to hook up with a guy, trying to decide what excuse i'm going to throw out there, trying to dodge the awkward lean in kiss. the drive back to my house was one of those times where when you get home you're like "wait, did i even stop at the red lights?"
i got a text from him saying, "thanks for coming up here, i'm sorry i was really tired. i really wanted you to come in but i have to be up early."
blah blah blah FUCK YOU.
sorry, this was just too surreal for me. i didn't know what had happened. and i was so taken aback. and then i realized that this happens to people everyday. people get shot down and rejected allllll the time. thankfully this brought me back to earth and i snapped out of it.
kinda. i'm still pissed.
[one weekend at the hardrock]
so my most recent ex lives in san diego. if you recall from my firsts post, you'll note that i had my first orgasm relatively recently. i fully attribute my sexual awakening to this man [Mr. Manchester]. i guess you could say my first sexualization was with the guy i lost my virginity to [oohhh just wait!] because he was a lot of my firsts, but that was just going through the motions. with mr. manchester everything was like that stupid "glasses" metaphor. you never really realize how blurry your vision is until you see how clear everything should be.
back on track. i was in LA for the summer and san diego is just a short drive. so one day, i showed up at his doorstep. the only reason i could do this confidently is because i know i could have him back if i wanted to. he still loves me and i think thats why i could just show up unannounced.
it took all of 5 minutes for us to be completely ripping each other's clothes off in crazy anticipation of what would happen next.
now let me just say this. this guy is 6'5" and has one of the most amazing dicks i've ever seen and holy shit does he know how to use it. and not only that, but of course he's got these fingers that are so long and perfect. and to top it off, he is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. tanned skin, long-ish hair that you can run your fingers through, the scruffy beard look, and the most piercing blue eyes. ahh makes me melt.
what ensued in the next 48 hours was nothing short of incredible. the first night was so nonstop we didn't even have time to talk about how the other person was doing. we finally went to sleep around 6 in the morning, and it was only because we knew we had to.
we had sex our favorite ways, pulling out moves from our own play book that we knew would drive the other person crazy.
i didn't realize how much i missed having him until i was ripping bed sheets.
we decided to get a hotel the next night, just for shits and giggles. we had an amazing suite in the hard rock in downtown san diego. after a massage in the late afternoon, i had my hair and make up done and we went out for a night on the town. we had some drinks at the bar, wine with dinner, and went out for more drinks and dancing.
by the time we got back to the hotel room everything was such a blur i couldn't even tell you what happened. i should probably make a list of what we didnt do, because that would be shorter.
breakfast in bed the next morning. a day at the pool. and one last night in the suite.
best random, unexpected, unannounced visit. ever.