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Back to boys!!!!

Yesterday I had a not too good experience with one boy and a barely memorable but nice experience with another boy.
So, I have been dating this really cute guy for a couple of months and although he's kind of dorky too, I happen to like him quite a lot. In the other hand, I work with this absolute freak who can't evidence his lack of brains enough, yet he claims to be a powerful Chaman -.-...
Every Sunday I spend noon at a flea market where this guy, other readers and I read cards, palm or anything else you can think of, after 5:30 we move on to another place where the lady we work for sends us to do some more of the same thing. Walking around the flea market, there's always this guy who offers hash brownies. This guy from work bought one and gave me half, although I must say in my defense that I thought they were regular brownies (which are also sold in there and are delicious) It did taste weird at first, but I was way too hungry to wonder if it was a regular brownies.
I should now add that I have nothing against hash brownies, I just think if you're gonna eat them, first you have to know you're eating them so you don't get all freaked out when your brain stops working right, and second, you're not supposed to consume them when you have work to do, and the most important, being a lady surrounded by guys who are not too nice and who might do almost anything to sleep with you, taking hash brownies and living 2 hours away from work, it's a BAD idea to take hash brownies.

So I start feeling really confused, and since I still wasn't aware of the hash in the hash brownies, I get all freaked out and call this guy I've been dating. The rest of the night is pretty blurry, but I remember my co-worker getting too friendly on me, "noticing" I wasn't feeling too good and offering himself to make sure I get home, I got scared due to the ignorance on his intentions, but the paranoia of possibility. I make the call, but somehow, the inherent stupidity that comes with pot gets me and I can't quite make my point, I assume he guessed I was being incoherent and needed help, he picked me up and my co-worker's friendly attitudes stopped immediately. I can hardly remember the rest of the night clearly, I woke up today in my mom's house, still feeling a little confused. I should also say that pot rarely ever confuses me so much, and I didn't actually SEE this guy purchase the brownie, so I can't be entirely sure it was just pot. I'm not sure, but I keep wondering what is it that I'm doing that tells guys "It's ok, you can rape me now!" or "Give me drugs, I'll be stupid and you can absolutely abuse me" or even "Oh you're 80 and carrying lots of back, let me help you out and then you can follow me home and creep me out for like two months!!!" I've been in situations that have gotten ugly, I've managed to get out of them without a scratch... well, sometimes with a couple of scratches.
So in the first experience, my co-worker turned out an absolute asshole, on the other hand, the way this other guy reacted made me feel really safe and I'm happy to have him in my life, I just wish he didn't live so far away so we could sleep together more often hahahaha.

I guess that's all here, I just wanted to share it
Thank you all for your nice comments on my past blog and for your adds, thanks for the people who remembered me and added me and also for the new people willing to meet me Wee!!!!!!

Don't take care, accidents are a lot more fun... ok... worst blog to finish this way so..
Don't do drugs... wait... even worse
ok, so do drugs, just be aware of it!!!!! hahahahaha