I’ve got a lot of thoughts going on and not a lot of organization (right right…what’s new, MakesNooSense!).
I had a great night last night with L(inguist). My BFF wants to rename him spanky and LBC refers to him as spatula. Hilarious. I might want to rename him ice cream. This is because he is like ice cream for breakfast; such a treat and I could easily get addicted.
I know L will check the blog from time to time…Hey L, could you sit this one out? It’s not a sex review (everyone…it was fucking GREAT)…it’s more emotional stuff and I don’t wanna freak you out…..catch me on the next one…
A quick rewind to get you up to speed…Wednesday night I went out with LBC and Secret; bartender gave us what felt like thirsty two ouncers of Ciroc. Yummm in the moment, hell the next day. Most of my Thursday was spent in slow motion. I have a girlfriend coming out today from Sac Town (shout out to my Sac Town bitches!!) and she started my Thursday morning out by absolutely blowing up my phone with calls and text messages….it seems when I booked her ticket to come out I fucked up and booked her on a Monday return instead of Sunday. Oops! No one is perfect right? So all the stress and drama of fixing that did not help my queasy feeling. I missed my 7am workout and then spaced going to hot yoga with my girlfriend at noon. Fuck!! The whole day just felt off! Really, don’t you hate it when that happens?!!
LBC stayed the night and we had some marketing stuff to do out at Greenlake…if you had two girls approach you asking if you wanted to sample some MetroMint water…that was us! And yes, we forgot to chill it…we’re pretty ok (code word for dingy)?! Drink the fucking free water and give us your feedback! And yes, we agree the peppermint tastes like something between mouthwash and gum water but the ones with a lower “chill factor”…like lemon, orange, and chocolate mint are pretty good!
So by the time I finish, drop her off at home, sit in Eastside traffic to get back downtown it was after 4pm. I just needed a nap and some down time. I got a message from L asking if we could meet up at Umi at 7pm and had a mixture of emotions. I was excited to hear from him, nervous…but not really sure why…and just really tired. I made the decision to text him and ask for a reschedule since I was not feeling well. I deleted his response and I don’t want to misquote but basically my interpretation was disappointment but understanding. I had forgotten that I already flaked on him once due to some crazy unforeseen circumstances beyond my control. Shit! I hate flaky people. If you don’t want to hang out, just fucking say so…don’t bullshit with a bunch of excuses. I wanted L to know that wasn’t me. I am 100% real and don’t bullshit. If I don’t like you or don’t want hang out, I’ll tell you! I’ll admit the only hesitation I had was I knew there was just something about him that attracted me…not just sexual, physical attraction but deeper shit. Stuff I just didn’t want to get into with this guy. It’s bad timing, he’s ten years younger, I could make every excuse but there’s something about him I could get really attached to and that freaks me the fuck out! Think Jane Child’s lyrics from “I don’t want to fall in love”. Yea, it was from 1990….and I’ve used the term “thirsty two ouncer” which (in my mind) originates from AM/PMs advertisements for a big gulp style reusable adult ’sippy cup’ that you could bring in and refill for .59¢ (tried to wiki that one or find online…nada…fuck I am old)…I am in 1990 this morning. : ) Yay, for 1990.
Back to L and the texts…after he expressed some disappointment but was very cool and understanding…I responded with ‘ur right, I apologize. Compromise…any interest in just coming over here around 8? Watch some old 30 Rock & then fuck? Kind of a boyfriend experience’. I probably waited all of 10 seconds to send a follow up…”If u already made plans or would rather wait & get crazy drunk – I respect that too : ) No worries”. Really girl, insecure much? I have to laugh at myself now. What a fag! I wanted to see him but I didn’t want to put on makeup, get cute, or drink alcohol. My request revealed the true me. Yes, I love being Single-In-Seattle. I’m a California girl that loves cleavage and labels. But that’s not 100% of me every day all the time. Disappointed? Fuck you (smile). I hope you have many sides to your personality. If you give it some thought, I’m sure you do… he responds that he doesn’t need alcohol to enjoy me, he’ll be over shortly after 8pm. Huge sigh of relief….great big butterflies…
L gets to my house right on time. He’s just as cute as I remembered. We spend about two hours in my living room. We have some great conversation. I’m surprised at how many details he remembers from our first meet. I’m actually envious and so glad I’m drinking bottled water…I will remember every detail of this night. We chat about relationships, family, sex, school, careers; we’re all over the map. I recall that I was attracted to his smarts. I love smart people…creative people….all people (just no assholes, ok!). During our conversation he tells me more about the Wet Spot, the Seattle Center for Sex Positive Culture. At one point we had made a plan to go but I couldn’t make it. He gives me more information; it’s not exactly the freak show I thought it was. Don’t get confused…there still seems to be a lot of freakiness going on, but the picture L painted was it was a pretty cool place to meet people. I told him I was still interested in going. I want to go on a low key night and not get so drunk I black out and forget all the good stuff. “Oh there’s no alcohol allowed” he casually informs me. WHA? Learning more and more about L… He’s a pretty sexual guy. He’s a smart guy. He’s open minded. I like him. I’m nervous and giggly, like a girl. He comments that when we are in public, in a group setting, I am completely different than when we are alone. Oh shit! You my friend, have just got to the real me. Yikes. Let’s move it to the bedroom and chill with the insight into my soul, shall we?
We go to my room. Again, I do my best not to kiss and tell. Go to Penthouse Letters or Forum for some good stories. I do. Back home my BFF and I used to go rafting down the American River (another one for my Sac Town bitches) and read those aloud to each other and whatever strays we happened to tie up with. Oh shit…rafting on the 4th?? Bitches in thongs, packing a cooler, smokin the doj, BFF shaving her legs in her raft, watching guys jack off, drinking box wine straight outta the box cuz we wanna be ghetto fabulous (but in a So Cal kinda way…packin our shit up in the Benz when we done and going to happy hour at Mortons). Holy crap, I feel like I just signed my own yearbook. There I go back in 1990. What a faggot today! Good times, my friends. Good fucking times!!!
Here’s the details I do wanna share. I have said before I am weak for a good kisser. L has it down. He started slow and sweet. I was 100% in the moment. No alcohol, nothing to alter me and what I’m about. Anxiety? A little in the beginning…but it was lost almost immediately. I had such a great time. Yea, I had other guys that I’ve fucked recently and probably put on a little bit of show…not the real me. I was real and when your emotions are that exposed…it feels amazing. L picked up the pace and was a little more rough. Remember, he’s the biter that had me sore as hell! I loved it. There was a moment that I was so caught up in it…I cried. Oh Jesus Fuck…yea, I had tears. I was so embarrassed. It felt so good. I wasn’t worried about him, how he felt about me, am I sexy enough for you, do I seem slutty, are my thighs fat, none of that bullshit. He wasn’t phased by the tears, except to sweetly confirm…”are you alright?”.
Do not fall for this guy! Do not fall for this guy! I’ve never been good at that whole ‘clear your thoughts’ shit they talk about in yoga. Fuck!
Unfortunately L is allergic to my cat. At almost 1am he said he needed to call it a night. We had been in the bedroom close to 3 hours. We got up and dressed. I walked him to the door. I thought he might give me a little hug good-bye but he gave me one of those great kisses….and another…and….another…and he decided he could stay for another minute. “Grab that spoon” I told him and we headed back to the bedroom.
I’ve got a bruise or two today…and a great big smile. Ice cream, my friends.
I gave two of my girls the story. They’ve already got us married. “See, it’s when you stop looking”, they tell me. Funny how so many women want to fast track it and I’m so pyscho I want to delete his number. He suggests we get together on Thursdays. I could get addicted to this guy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! You cannot have ice cream for breakfast every day…but I will enjoy it while it lasts. Crazy summer ‘09.
Get the hell away from the computer and go get some ice cream.
Love you, mean it bitches. Have a safe weekend.
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Debbee Johnston // Jul 3, 2009 at 7:39 pm
Oh My Goodness! (OMG) I love MINT WATER!
I tried it for the first time when my mother, who is a diabetic and can’t have sugar, shared it with me. She “found” this treat and it quenches your thirst almost imediately. You should have have seen her about a year ago when she was in the hospital… she offered a bottle of Mint Water to every nurse or aide that came into her room. By the end of her stay, everyone on two floors had a bottle by their station! no lie!
My mom was a believer, I’m a believer, I encourage everyone to try it. It may be difficult to find (still new), but very worth the hunt.
really. I guarantee it. (like the Men’s Warehouse guy)
Anterior Motive // Jul 29, 2009 at 5:43 am
Cmon, MakesNooSense- whatever happened to Live Like You Were Dying? I went through something similar with LBHF (I have feelings for this dude, so obviously I can no longer see him and must now cut all ties), but ultimately decided that it would be stupid to cheat myself out of an adventure.
YOU are the one who says that you should always put yourself out there, try something new, get a little bit out of your comfort zone- and now you actually have the opportunity. This is no time to suddenly start pussin’ out on the opportunities with which life presents you.
I’m not going to marry you to the guy, because I don’t actually know you and besides that I don’t think much of the institution of marriage to begin with, but everything I do know about you says that you’re not the kind of woman to avoid trying something new and exciting just because it’s not exactly what you’d planned.