It was an interesting time yesterday and just makes me want to get to San Diego all that much faster, funny how spending a few hours on the phone with K.K can do that to a person. We took a small trip down memory road which started with me teasing her about lusting after some emo lead singer. In a normal context that wouldnt be so funny but my lil K.K. hates the whole emo scene with a passion that some people reserve to hating Nazis, so I got a perverse pleasure out of teasing her. Which turned into a discussion on the difference between goth and emo, and that my friends turned into my usually battle cry of I want a tall gothic prince. K.K. felt the need to remind me that once upon a time I had that fantasywith Rehab. Apparently when I set out to destroy a fantasy I do it so well that even I have no clue what the hell happened. I do have to admit it was a great two weeks were I was able to shrug off the reality of being a skittish, fidgety college student and become the goth princess of my own fairytale.
So this is how it all happened; I was going to City at the time and because it was so much easier I mostly took the trolley to get there. One day after Art History I started my short walk back to the trolley looking forward to going home and pushing off a midterm of something. While crossing the intersection, still lost in thought, I looked up and saw him, well technically what I really saw was his trench coat which teased a smile from my lips. I kept on walking though still lost in my thoughts, Rehab apparently liked what he saw too because he ended up back tracking so he could chat me up. It has been so long that I dont even remember what we talked about, anyway he offered to accompany me on my ride home. He was cute, dressed all in black, blond spiky hair (yes I know not the perfect goth prince of my dreams but we all have to make sacrifices). We stood at the back of the trolley and as clichd as it is, with the right placed bump we were both in each others personal space. He had that aggressive power about him that just flat out does it for me, and as close as we were physically, he took the initiative and his lips descended on my own (well he was my height so there wasnt much descending). It was a powerful yet chaste kiss, we made plans to meet down in Old Town the next day since I didnt have any classes and we did. It was a powerful animal magnetism we consummated our mutual lust in a secluded place amongst nature and trees and all that fun shit. Actually it wasnt all that bad since it was back in the day where I didnt care about bugs or getting branches and dirt in unfun places. He was a gentleman and laid down his trench coat before we started rutting around lol. Even with as secluded as the place was, we almost got caught, which sadly for me just made it a bit more exciting and just that much funnier. From then on he would ride the Trolley with me to school (yes that shouldve sent up a red flag, very stalkerish) but it was all part of the whole fantasy, and was cute when he got after me for cutting classes. The sex was fun since we really couldnt keep our hands off each other but what ended it was one day we were walking around and he brought up that we should just go to the court house and get married , and he just went downhill into crazy land from there and for me it was all over. I started going late and or early to my classes to avoid him, stopped taking his calls and just hoped it would all blow over. One of the last calls I took he told me he became born again. Now honestly I dont give a rats ass about religion as long as its not pressed on me, but my whole fantasy about him was him being this gothic, pagan, aggressively powerful guy (well yes the fantasy was over by that point but still). Then the last call I got was him telling me that he was in rehab (hence the nickname now Rehab)
So now whenever I bitch to K.K. about wanting my gothic prince she reminds me that I once had that and inevitably destroyed it, somehow I made it find religion and sober up. But hell those two weeks were great and I would be willing to do that again with someone that catches my eyes (keep in mind it would only be two weeks, after that I have to get back to reality and inevitably realize just how annoying said person is). But I have become comfortable to the fact that Im attracted to crazy (not batshit crazy, just a little crazy), it adds a dark tinge to the courtship and sex. Yeah I know I have issues and now since it is still early enough Im going to go lay down and masturbate to my own internal fantasies.
So this is how it all happened; I was going to City at the time and because it was so much easier I mostly took the trolley to get there. One day after Art History I started my short walk back to the trolley looking forward to going home and pushing off a midterm of something. While crossing the intersection, still lost in thought, I looked up and saw him, well technically what I really saw was his trench coat which teased a smile from my lips. I kept on walking though still lost in my thoughts, Rehab apparently liked what he saw too because he ended up back tracking so he could chat me up. It has been so long that I dont even remember what we talked about, anyway he offered to accompany me on my ride home. He was cute, dressed all in black, blond spiky hair (yes I know not the perfect goth prince of my dreams but we all have to make sacrifices). We stood at the back of the trolley and as clichd as it is, with the right placed bump we were both in each others personal space. He had that aggressive power about him that just flat out does it for me, and as close as we were physically, he took the initiative and his lips descended on my own (well he was my height so there wasnt much descending). It was a powerful yet chaste kiss, we made plans to meet down in Old Town the next day since I didnt have any classes and we did. It was a powerful animal magnetism we consummated our mutual lust in a secluded place amongst nature and trees and all that fun shit. Actually it wasnt all that bad since it was back in the day where I didnt care about bugs or getting branches and dirt in unfun places. He was a gentleman and laid down his trench coat before we started rutting around lol. Even with as secluded as the place was, we almost got caught, which sadly for me just made it a bit more exciting and just that much funnier. From then on he would ride the Trolley with me to school (yes that shouldve sent up a red flag, very stalkerish) but it was all part of the whole fantasy, and was cute when he got after me for cutting classes. The sex was fun since we really couldnt keep our hands off each other but what ended it was one day we were walking around and he brought up that we should just go to the court house and get married , and he just went downhill into crazy land from there and for me it was all over. I started going late and or early to my classes to avoid him, stopped taking his calls and just hoped it would all blow over. One of the last calls I took he told me he became born again. Now honestly I dont give a rats ass about religion as long as its not pressed on me, but my whole fantasy about him was him being this gothic, pagan, aggressively powerful guy (well yes the fantasy was over by that point but still). Then the last call I got was him telling me that he was in rehab (hence the nickname now Rehab)
So now whenever I bitch to K.K. about wanting my gothic prince she reminds me that I once had that and inevitably destroyed it, somehow I made it find religion and sober up. But hell those two weeks were great and I would be willing to do that again with someone that catches my eyes (keep in mind it would only be two weeks, after that I have to get back to reality and inevitably realize just how annoying said person is). But I have become comfortable to the fact that Im attracted to crazy (not batshit crazy, just a little crazy), it adds a dark tinge to the courtship and sex. Yeah I know I have issues and now since it is still early enough Im going to go lay down and masturbate to my own internal fantasies.
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Welcome back to SD!