On my weekend
Well friday was interesting, I went to work and did get a bit of aksie from the 23 yr old, just a few kisses, nothing more. I tried to convince myself that I am capable of having meaningless sex, but I am not, even in my totally inebriated state I couldn't go home with him/take him home and have my very dirty way with him. The problem is I don't really respect him, although I am physically attracted to him, there is no intellectual and emotional connection with him so the experience would have been uncomfortable and rather mediocre.
After we kissed and finished counting the stock behind the bar he left and I had to give an acquaintance of mine a ride somewhere, we ended up doing a little disco dust and went to Chocalate Box, it really sucked, I hate chocolate box and yet I end up there quite often. Chocolate Box is a dodgy little club in Sunninghill where all the old ravers who are over the hill but are still going at it, still go at it, the thing is the music is bearable and it's the only place open after 4am. The person I was with started opening up to me about all sorts of hectic shit, apparently he has killed someone with his bare hands and he hit his girlfriend during a heated argument which lead to their recent split. Way too much information, I know this is horrible but although I think that this particular acqauintance is not necessarily a bad person his revelation to me left me rather unnerved and I think I judged him a little, now I feel like a total hypocrit as I know all about being abusive
Saturday was boring, I worked at Taboo and wore new little heels which are not that high but they none the less slaughtered my feet and by the end of the evening I was nearly in tears, luckily I was so tired that I was almost dilirious and ended up giggling uncontollably instead.
This morning I got a very bizarre sms from a friend of mine's boyfriend accusing me of spreading rumours about him, I was very upset and immediatly responded by telling him to get his facts straight and I mentioned exactly what I had said about him recently, which just so happened to be a repitition of exactly what he said recently. It turns out that someone else is saying that he is screwing around on her, and because I am good friends with this person he assumed that I was involved,
How fucken rude! I have better things to do with my time than spread rumours. Anyway he sort of apologised, the thing is he got himself into this situation because of certain things he did in front of everyone which looked rather suspect and now he can't understand why there are rumours going around. People are free to speculate if you give them enough reason, he should know that by now. 
Well friday was interesting, I went to work and did get a bit of aksie from the 23 yr old, just a few kisses, nothing more. I tried to convince myself that I am capable of having meaningless sex, but I am not, even in my totally inebriated state I couldn't go home with him/take him home and have my very dirty way with him. The problem is I don't really respect him, although I am physically attracted to him, there is no intellectual and emotional connection with him so the experience would have been uncomfortable and rather mediocre.
After we kissed and finished counting the stock behind the bar he left and I had to give an acquaintance of mine a ride somewhere, we ended up doing a little disco dust and went to Chocalate Box, it really sucked, I hate chocolate box and yet I end up there quite often. Chocolate Box is a dodgy little club in Sunninghill where all the old ravers who are over the hill but are still going at it, still go at it, the thing is the music is bearable and it's the only place open after 4am. The person I was with started opening up to me about all sorts of hectic shit, apparently he has killed someone with his bare hands and he hit his girlfriend during a heated argument which lead to their recent split. Way too much information, I know this is horrible but although I think that this particular acqauintance is not necessarily a bad person his revelation to me left me rather unnerved and I think I judged him a little, now I feel like a total hypocrit as I know all about being abusive
Saturday was boring, I worked at Taboo and wore new little heels which are not that high but they none the less slaughtered my feet and by the end of the evening I was nearly in tears, luckily I was so tired that I was almost dilirious and ended up giggling uncontollably instead.
This morning I got a very bizarre sms from a friend of mine's boyfriend accusing me of spreading rumours about him, I was very upset and immediatly responded by telling him to get his facts straight and I mentioned exactly what I had said about him recently, which just so happened to be a repitition of exactly what he said recently. It turns out that someone else is saying that he is screwing around on her, and because I am good friends with this person he assumed that I was involved,
How fucken rude! I have better things to do with my time than spread rumours. Anyway he sort of apologised, the thing is he got himself into this situation because of certain things he did in front of everyone which looked rather suspect and now he can't understand why there are rumours going around. People are free to speculate if you give them enough reason, he should know that by now.