wakeangel

Ok, what the the fuck. No seriously what... the... fuck? So last night I did a fashion show for some friends. Actually, in this fashion show I wore many hats. Figuratively speaking, of course, as didn't wear any hats at all. No no, I did hair for the show (or half the hair a rather lovely and talented girl did the other half). I was a stage carpenter, meaning I built the runway section of the stage assisted by one the designers boyfriend. And I modeled some of the clothing. The modeling part was a bit difficult because I had to wear a pair of spandex hotpants. Hell, I wouldn't even call them hot pants. They were more like panties. I'm sure all of you fellas will understand how strange that can be. Well, maybe not. But getting naked in a room full of some of hottest girls in Portland was... well it was many things. All in all in went wonderfully, the hair completely rocked and I got a lot of compliments on my abs. Especially at the after party at a completely different club where two Italian Mafia lookin' dudes said, "Hey, we saw you at the show good goin'", I said, "oh, thanks, yeah that was a little weird being dressed like that in front of two hundred people". Then one of guys said, "what, are you kidding with abs like that?" At that point he pats me on the belly. Heh, you just never know. Anyway, so that's not what the "what the fuck" was all about. So last night I was in a room with the two girls in all of Portland that I have a crush on. I knew that they'd both be there but what happened next I did not expect in a million years. One of the girls is the other stylist that I was working with the other... well let's just say if you look at my current crush you'll know who it is. Anyway, the stylist (let's call her TL and the other will be TF) is someone that I did not expect to like as much as I do. Don't get me wrong she's a stunning girl. But it turns out there's more to her than that. After talking to her about her career I realized that she's very passionate about doing hair and life in general. She's creative and funny and super sweet and I like her a lot. The other is well, frankly, purely lust. She's a wild card plane and simple. She someone that I've had a thing for for some time now. She has that Angelina Jolie sexuality about her. But I don't think she's someone I could ever fall in love with. Anyways, last night TF was my first model so I went to work on her. I was feeling pretty silly so started kidding around with her and flirting and so on. As the night progressed and we finished all the models the show started and things got completely crazy. My nekkid ass running around fifteen hot girls changing clothes and so on. Well then the show was over and everybody was heading to Dante's and fixed a few of the girls hair after the costume changes. Anyway, we all head over for drinks and the flirting continues along with shots. After awhile my friend Dave comes up and drags me upstairs sits me down and TF promptly hops in my lap. We chat for a little bit and then she tells me that TL likes me and wanted to get together. I asked her what she thought about that but then we were interrupted. At this point TL comes over and sits down on the other side of me and tells me that she's been wanting to kiss me all day. So she lays one on me. TF leaves shortly after and TL and I are joined at the lips the rest of the night. No we didn't go home together but the night didn't really end until six thirty this morning. Problem solved, right? Wrong, TF calls me this after noon and says, "I can't stop thinking about you''. Oh boy. I already know the answer to this problem but it's still hilarious. What the fuck? It's funny how life throws things at you. It's always all at once... good or bad!

Bye for now