Now I see it is true. My friendship with the viking has been terminated. This kinda thing happens to me alot. It is probably because most of my friends have been men. I seem to give off a vibe hat says "watch out , she's trouble.." And now that I think of it..it may be true, perhaps I am TROUBLE..but women shouldn't fear me or not trust me around their men because I don't really see many men in a sexual way..I kinda see them as my contemporaries. It is the men that should worry when they INSIST that I befriend their wives....spells trouble.
Anyway the whole thing sucks..that is how I lost my friend Jay too...he was close friend of six years and did most of my tattoo work custom for me.and it all is gone due to a jealous GF. I really miss him and my fucking sleeves aren't finished.
The only thing thats worse than being fasely accused or even thought of as a threat that way, is that I'm a woman too..and I can understand the female insecurities..so I step away quietly..
Anyway the whole thing sucks..that is how I lost my friend Jay too...he was close friend of six years and did most of my tattoo work custom for me.and it all is gone due to a jealous GF. I really miss him and my fucking sleeves aren't finished.
The only thing thats worse than being fasely accused or even thought of as a threat that way, is that I'm a woman too..and I can understand the female insecurities..so I step away quietly..
nautideux:
I just wanted to clean up and get my bearings and sort out the last ten minutes or so. I also, more significantly, with all the flailing and twisting and kind of shock of being stuck in that completely impossible predicament, wasnt feeling all that hot, and was worried, in a way, that I might actually vomit or throw-up, if you want to know the truth. Thats the main reason I just bolted out of the room and made a bee-line for the bathroom. I didnt want to add myself vomiting to the scenario. I had twisted and bent and flailed around so much that it honestly had made me pretty fucking nauseous. I hadnt eaten a thing all day or even all night for that matter, and honestly thought I was about to vomit there in the sink in the thankfully empty bathroom. My mind was a mess and I couldnt think clearly so I just stood there spitting into the sink and tried to calm down. I just stood there spitting into the sink and tried to think things over and more or less plan my next step.