THE TUTORING BUSINESS IS OFF: I RESIGNED...
...OBVIOUSLY i was making her "on and off" thug of a boyfriend jealous, the same schmuck-hole who ran over her and almost put her in a wheel-chair for life, so, she tells me. Anywho, she's a great writer, throbbing at times to my waist-line. This last paper dealt with MLA format and i'm sure she will get it without my help. She's pretty as a page out of Glamour magazine, but her words stand out like clouds that tend to put me to sleep...she's definitely a writer...
...FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 4TH...is my birthday, so i decided to request the day off without telling her because i don't want her lodging over here whenever she feels like it because she knows i'm attracted to her and dig her writing and all...i just don't like the situation, her beauty distracts me too much from her words, and that shit just destroys me when i'm trying to act like i'm trying to enjoy the conversation and all.
...SO, FRIDAY, it's a dart to my hometown without word, without expression. Met up with a date at a restaurant that was still open during the weeny hours of the night...it was fun, yet she'd decided to not to allow me over to her place like she previously promised because "her place was a mess" and "she had to get up early"...if only she knew that messy places and keeping her up all night so that she looked like shit the next day were a big turn on for me, things would have worked out fine.
...YET...the night worked out better than intended, for, as soon as i dropped her off after a kiss or two...an X had called to inquire when i'd arrive at her place to blow out the b-day candles...made it over there a half-hour later after crushing a few cans...met this girl there whom i'd tried to dismiss as a class "A" snob...tried to cut her down with a few sneers at her high-class status-quo, and she totally got me: we talked independent films and music and she really had me floating and flirting, so, i decided to get her over to the 3rd party where i knew we could let free of our madness without judgment...
...IN WHAT SUDDENLY FEELS LIKE THE TRUE BEGINNING OF THE NIGHT...she follows me over to B's place and i get my car stuck in the snow of my best friend's neighbor's yard, thinking it's his driveway...takes three bodies to finally push my car out by rocking it and i'm already thinking this new girl is convinced that i am the king of schmuckaholics...
...we finally make it into B's place and he is ranting and raving over her style...she is a brown-eyed brunette beauty without an ounce of meat on those thighs...and we all get to talking, and, the room goes red with mad conversation and i'm just crazy about this woman because i was feeling the jazz from the get-go...more drinks, more smokes...and the amusement of e-cigs...
...THE LIGHTS BEGIN TO FLICKER WHEN MY BEST-FRIEND B FINALLY ASKS HER: "ARE YOU GAY?"... there was a sudden surge of silence in the air as i felt a cold breeze down my neck and she proceeded to say "yes"...yet, i had to laugh it off as we all continued drinking madly...
...AND EVEN AFTER THE FACT IS KNOWN...she is still taking care of me throughout the night with careful touches and sincere responses...felt good to lay beside her and know we were both day-dreaming about the same things.
...OBVIOUSLY i was making her "on and off" thug of a boyfriend jealous, the same schmuck-hole who ran over her and almost put her in a wheel-chair for life, so, she tells me. Anywho, she's a great writer, throbbing at times to my waist-line. This last paper dealt with MLA format and i'm sure she will get it without my help. She's pretty as a page out of Glamour magazine, but her words stand out like clouds that tend to put me to sleep...she's definitely a writer...
...FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 4TH...is my birthday, so i decided to request the day off without telling her because i don't want her lodging over here whenever she feels like it because she knows i'm attracted to her and dig her writing and all...i just don't like the situation, her beauty distracts me too much from her words, and that shit just destroys me when i'm trying to act like i'm trying to enjoy the conversation and all.
...SO, FRIDAY, it's a dart to my hometown without word, without expression. Met up with a date at a restaurant that was still open during the weeny hours of the night...it was fun, yet she'd decided to not to allow me over to her place like she previously promised because "her place was a mess" and "she had to get up early"...if only she knew that messy places and keeping her up all night so that she looked like shit the next day were a big turn on for me, things would have worked out fine.
...YET...the night worked out better than intended, for, as soon as i dropped her off after a kiss or two...an X had called to inquire when i'd arrive at her place to blow out the b-day candles...made it over there a half-hour later after crushing a few cans...met this girl there whom i'd tried to dismiss as a class "A" snob...tried to cut her down with a few sneers at her high-class status-quo, and she totally got me: we talked independent films and music and she really had me floating and flirting, so, i decided to get her over to the 3rd party where i knew we could let free of our madness without judgment...
...IN WHAT SUDDENLY FEELS LIKE THE TRUE BEGINNING OF THE NIGHT...she follows me over to B's place and i get my car stuck in the snow of my best friend's neighbor's yard, thinking it's his driveway...takes three bodies to finally push my car out by rocking it and i'm already thinking this new girl is convinced that i am the king of schmuckaholics...
...we finally make it into B's place and he is ranting and raving over her style...she is a brown-eyed brunette beauty without an ounce of meat on those thighs...and we all get to talking, and, the room goes red with mad conversation and i'm just crazy about this woman because i was feeling the jazz from the get-go...more drinks, more smokes...and the amusement of e-cigs...
...THE LIGHTS BEGIN TO FLICKER WHEN MY BEST-FRIEND B FINALLY ASKS HER: "ARE YOU GAY?"... there was a sudden surge of silence in the air as i felt a cold breeze down my neck and she proceeded to say "yes"...yet, i had to laugh it off as we all continued drinking madly...
...AND EVEN AFTER THE FACT IS KNOWN...she is still taking care of me throughout the night with careful touches and sincere responses...felt good to lay beside her and know we were both day-dreaming about the same things.