Today was a really peculiar day.
First, I went to the doctor for my first pelvic exam... ever. It was interesting to say the least. It was also probably the first time that I didn't feel like screaming with pleasure when a man inserted his fingers into my vagina
ANyhoo, everything's normal and I got 12 refills for my birth control =)
Then, when I got home at around 2:45, I chatted to some friends. One of them, Brian, is this little whiny bastard that constantly talks about himself and his "problems" whenever we have a conversation--it is especially painful when we hang out because it is utterly impossible to get a word in. Then, I one of the best male friends I have ever had told me that he wasn't sure whether we should see each other when I go home for Christmas because he has feeling for me and he wants to save himself the heartache... Or something. I love that boy to pieces, he's the most artistic indie friend I can ever have. I've been looking forward to seeing him after more than a year, doing all the things we loved to do--drinking wine, doing drugs, talking on and on about topics that only we can fully comprehend... And now he doesn't want to see me. But I shall persist. Damn it!
Next, I talked to my ex-boyfriend for two hours. This may sound very wrong, especially now that I have Joe, but Evan (or Gentle Johnny/or Nimrod/ as I like to call him) knows all my weaknesses. And the coolest thing is that he's not even trying to exploit them to his advantage. Anyway, after a year and a half (and under the influence, otherwise he would have never opened up as much as he did) he ended up telling me that he still regrets how he treated me back then and that I was the only girl whose sole presence turned him on. It sounds really cheesy when put down on "paper" and from a third person's perspective it's probably the worst line a guy can come up with but if you knew how non-verbal (when it came to apologies especially!) he is, you'd understand. Satan have mercy on me but I honestly can't wait to see him next month. He gets me all shook up. And I just can't fucking hate him, despite the three months of non-stop crying and the sleepless nights and the half-dialed numbers. Grr, what I'm trying to say is that he's this fundamental part of my life that I cherish deeply and I can't just turn my back on it. And I'm not necessarily talking about the sexual aspect of our past. Oh, dear God, I'll kill myself right now if any of you got what I was trying to say.
xxxEve
First, I went to the doctor for my first pelvic exam... ever. It was interesting to say the least. It was also probably the first time that I didn't feel like screaming with pleasure when a man inserted his fingers into my vagina
ANyhoo, everything's normal and I got 12 refills for my birth control =)
Then, when I got home at around 2:45, I chatted to some friends. One of them, Brian, is this little whiny bastard that constantly talks about himself and his "problems" whenever we have a conversation--it is especially painful when we hang out because it is utterly impossible to get a word in. Then, I one of the best male friends I have ever had told me that he wasn't sure whether we should see each other when I go home for Christmas because he has feeling for me and he wants to save himself the heartache... Or something. I love that boy to pieces, he's the most artistic indie friend I can ever have. I've been looking forward to seeing him after more than a year, doing all the things we loved to do--drinking wine, doing drugs, talking on and on about topics that only we can fully comprehend... And now he doesn't want to see me. But I shall persist. Damn it!
Next, I talked to my ex-boyfriend for two hours. This may sound very wrong, especially now that I have Joe, but Evan (or Gentle Johnny/or Nimrod/ as I like to call him) knows all my weaknesses. And the coolest thing is that he's not even trying to exploit them to his advantage. Anyway, after a year and a half (and under the influence, otherwise he would have never opened up as much as he did) he ended up telling me that he still regrets how he treated me back then and that I was the only girl whose sole presence turned him on. It sounds really cheesy when put down on "paper" and from a third person's perspective it's probably the worst line a guy can come up with but if you knew how non-verbal (when it came to apologies especially!) he is, you'd understand. Satan have mercy on me but I honestly can't wait to see him next month. He gets me all shook up. And I just can't fucking hate him, despite the three months of non-stop crying and the sleepless nights and the half-dialed numbers. Grr, what I'm trying to say is that he's this fundamental part of my life that I cherish deeply and I can't just turn my back on it. And I'm not necessarily talking about the sexual aspect of our past. Oh, dear God, I'll kill myself right now if any of you got what I was trying to say.
xxxEve
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wannabe = doesn't talk to her anymore cause he thought she was just using him and playing games
ex-boyfriend = they continued for a little longer a more or less parasitic relationship (more or less an easy way for him to get laid), then it ended cause they were not right for each other to begin with.
current boyfriend = broke up with her because he felt he couldn't trust her due to what was happening with the other dudes. Started dating someone else within days.
Now, me on the other hand...that's another story altogether...
On a lighter note, I picked up ATHF season 3 today, it's hilarious!!
"Do what, now?"
"Do what, now?"