These Words Are My Own
wow, ok, so last night was mucho crazy. after being a GOOD BOY for most of the night, i gave into a few temptations. we went to Halo for some drinks, met up with jsw58 and his hag, and rang in the new year. they left very soon after midnight, as jeremy was extremely intoxicated and kind of emo-ish. that's when i started visiting the bathroom stalls. i kept getting behind like the worst ppl, too, in line for the bathroom. one guy was talking his friend down from some sort of bad drug experience, and was doing so from the ONLY fucking stall in the bathroom. the next time there was a guy who was pee shy, so it seriously took him 10 minutes before he started pissing. oh well, whatever. after Halo, we decided to go slumming down in SE for later last calls, and hit up Secrets. i'd never been to a gay strip club, so i was relatively surprised to see all the dick like, right in my face. it was thoroughly off-putting, in my opinion. that place, although packed, reeked of desperation. old men lasciviously fondling the young(ish) strippers, ugh, gross.
on our way back, i called sean, and when i told him what we were going home to do, he hopped in a cab and came over and joined us. after exhausting our supply, sean and i had pretty ridiculous non-sex, lol. it was so amazing, b/c we were just laser-like focusing on each other, it was so hot. but we never actually got around to sex. we didn't even really need to, though, as the end result was pretty, um, climactic. i really like him, it's just a shame that i only get to see him when he visits his mom here. we talked a little about that last night, about how our timing sucked, and how we both really clicked, etc. but as is the case lately with my romantic life, EVERY SINGLE THING I TOUCH TURNS TO SHIT. seriously. even when i click with a smart, cute guy, there's something hanging over our heads like a big black cloud that will eventually cause it to not work out for some reason or another.
oh well, i'm still not letting it get me down, as i've never really felt better about myself and my long-term prospects for relationship success. i know i'm a catch, dammit, i just have to find the right rich hot southern frat boy from eastern north carolina who's fishing for me , haha.
on our way back, i called sean, and when i told him what we were going home to do, he hopped in a cab and came over and joined us. after exhausting our supply, sean and i had pretty ridiculous non-sex, lol. it was so amazing, b/c we were just laser-like focusing on each other, it was so hot. but we never actually got around to sex. we didn't even really need to, though, as the end result was pretty, um, climactic. i really like him, it's just a shame that i only get to see him when he visits his mom here. we talked a little about that last night, about how our timing sucked, and how we both really clicked, etc. but as is the case lately with my romantic life, EVERY SINGLE THING I TOUCH TURNS TO SHIT. seriously. even when i click with a smart, cute guy, there's something hanging over our heads like a big black cloud that will eventually cause it to not work out for some reason or another.
oh well, i'm still not letting it get me down, as i've never really felt better about myself and my long-term prospects for relationship success. i know i'm a catch, dammit, i just have to find the right rich hot southern frat boy from eastern north carolina who's fishing for me , haha.