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2004-02-01 - 11:43 p.m. in the heat you will understand - foxy i'm kinda drunk. we did the superbowl at la liz's parents. they are so cool. her pops can make a mean 7&7, lemme tell ya. of course, being a big 'mo, i woulda rather have watched the little queer eye for the straight guy mini marathon. actually, la liz and i did do that for a coupla episodes. chad brought his new beau, steven. steven has legs that give me a woody. he's got a great body, and he's super nice. i'd fuck him. matt promised me we'd be home by the time survivor came on. i was so bored by it, after about 15 minutes i was like, let's go to bed. we were so into "things" that i totally forgot to watch sex and the city. i've already missed one of the last episodes. dammit. did i menition that we've eschewed the use of condoms? i've heard from enough people and we decided, like, let's try it. like a dear dlander told me, it is TOTALLY DIFFERENT. as johnny slash would say, "it's likie a totally different head. totally". yeah, so, the love gloves are off. last night, we checked out a buddies band. they were pretty good. i hadn't seen this guy in awhile. and, yes, i used to sleep with him. when he had me alone, he told me he wanted to rip my shirt off and make out. um, yeah, no. i got embarrassed, then, he apologized, and i just wantedto leave, you know? but, i didn't wanna make like a huge deal, and if i said anyting, matt would know something was up. as it was, when i got back from the bar, i was obviously flustered. he asked what was wrong, but i didn't wanna say anything, so, i didn't. anyway, after the show, we bid our farewells, and "the guy" hugged me and whispered that i really did look "gorgeous" and that i should definitely "keep in touch". i mumbled, "later", and we left. i didn't tell matty anything. is that wrong? i wasn't interested, and we hardly see the guy, so i don't see the harm. i don't wanna sound like i'm keeping things from him. sometimes guys flirt, say things, whatever, and i'm not gonna tell him every time that shit like that happens. cuz i mean, it does happen. all. the. time. kidding. i wasn't try to sound like it did. i'm embarrassing myself. end of subject. later |
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