Screw boys
My lunch date with Roger yesterday went very well... Very, very well... I ended up missing both parties I was supposed to go to last night. And I didn't mind AT ALL.
We ate at Moxies since the restaurant my sister suggested was a sea food restaurant, and Roger is allergic to sea food. Random, eh?
Afterwards we went for coffee, and hung out at Serious Coffee for a couple hours, finally snagging a couch in the loft. We were going to watch movies on my laptop, but we just ended up playing on YouTube instead. (Whoops, I accidentally left a tab open with pron on it, so that was the first thing that came up. I wouldn't have minded if we weren't in a friggen cafe!!)
SO, Roger invited me back to his apartment, on the Res at Uvic, for a movie. As if I didn't know why. We watched "Ginger Snaps" and held hands. Afterwards we made out furiously and then went to grab a bite to eat, walking through the newly fallen snow to the cafeteria... Which was just closing. SO, we managed to grab some yam fries, a drink, and a couple cookies before being kicked out.
"Queen of the Damned" was the next movie. Wait... Did we fool around before or after 'dinner'? I don't remember. All I remember is that it was amazing fun.
:P
Anyways. I stayed the night. More fun ensued in the 'morning', and we shared breakfast before he brought me home.
I think this might be the first time I've played with someone as physically strong (or stronger) as I am. It was pretty fun... I wouldn't be surprised if I have bruises later... I found no less than 4 hickeys and marks on my neck and shoulders.
Ok, enough bragging.
What am I going to do about Andrew? I actually like him. Hmm. I'll see him tomorrow, and see how I feel still. I wouldn't mind dating him, but I want to see Roger still. I guess I'll just have to make sure he knows I'm not being exclusive. I cannot lie, and deception through withholding information is the same thing.
Tomorrow morning I'm getting Awen tattooed on my arm; it is a symbol that means 'truth', basically. SO, I'm going to pretty much be bound to tell the truth ALWAYS. Doesn't mean I can't refuse to answer, or mislead intentionally... Hmm, but is that as bad as lying?
P.S. I AM SO SATISFIED with myself right now. *smug grin*
P.S.S. Roger is gorgeous.
We ate at Moxies since the restaurant my sister suggested was a sea food restaurant, and Roger is allergic to sea food. Random, eh?
Afterwards we went for coffee, and hung out at Serious Coffee for a couple hours, finally snagging a couch in the loft. We were going to watch movies on my laptop, but we just ended up playing on YouTube instead. (Whoops, I accidentally left a tab open with pron on it, so that was the first thing that came up. I wouldn't have minded if we weren't in a friggen cafe!!)
SO, Roger invited me back to his apartment, on the Res at Uvic, for a movie. As if I didn't know why. We watched "Ginger Snaps" and held hands. Afterwards we made out furiously and then went to grab a bite to eat, walking through the newly fallen snow to the cafeteria... Which was just closing. SO, we managed to grab some yam fries, a drink, and a couple cookies before being kicked out.
"Queen of the Damned" was the next movie. Wait... Did we fool around before or after 'dinner'? I don't remember. All I remember is that it was amazing fun.
:P
Anyways. I stayed the night. More fun ensued in the 'morning', and we shared breakfast before he brought me home.
I think this might be the first time I've played with someone as physically strong (or stronger) as I am. It was pretty fun... I wouldn't be surprised if I have bruises later... I found no less than 4 hickeys and marks on my neck and shoulders.
Ok, enough bragging.
What am I going to do about Andrew? I actually like him. Hmm. I'll see him tomorrow, and see how I feel still. I wouldn't mind dating him, but I want to see Roger still. I guess I'll just have to make sure he knows I'm not being exclusive. I cannot lie, and deception through withholding information is the same thing.
Tomorrow morning I'm getting Awen tattooed on my arm; it is a symbol that means 'truth', basically. SO, I'm going to pretty much be bound to tell the truth ALWAYS. Doesn't mean I can't refuse to answer, or mislead intentionally... Hmm, but is that as bad as lying?
P.S. I AM SO SATISFIED with myself right now. *smug grin*
P.S.S. Roger is gorgeous.