Based on Joe's excellent third-person "I don't know any of 'em but just go get laid" advice, I've decided that I can't decide.
So I took Churchy Amanda out last night to a coffeehouse.
DISASTER. Fucking disasterpiece theater. Hanging out? Maybe. Friends? Maybe. Sparks? Only those that burned away all romantic interest beyond unreciprocated physical attraction. Yeah, Amanda's pretty. Yeah, I stare into her big beautiful brown eyes and get totally lost. But we are totally incompatible. She's hardcore evangelical brainwashed churchy. I still like to be able to think for myself. I like to have a drink once in awhile, she doesn't. She practically had the audacity to tell me I couldn't afford her either. I was like "fuck this!"
So that leaves Denise and Jess. Denise wants sex. I want sex. Case closed . . . oops. Fucking morals!
Jess is a different story. Cute as a button, a lil hottie in a leather jacket (I can only imagine what a leather corset would look like on her), and sweet, oh so nice and sweet it drives me NUTS working around her! Maybe it's just cuz everyone else at Kinko's is a fucking grouch, but this girl wears a perpetual smile. And not that fake one either . . . she seems to be genuinely glad to be helpful, to be friendly, to crack jokes and laugh even at my bad ones. I'ma enjoy getting to know her. Today she said she doesn't really know anyone from around here, so maybe I'll invite her to a party tomorrow night.
What's in a name?
I've dated a Jessica before and I knew another one. The girl I dated was great . . . younger than me but really smart with a really great future ahead of her if she could maybe cut back on the pot. But her mom was a ho and . . . well, like mother, like daughter I guess. She cheated on me once but told me, and I let it go after awhile and we got back together. But later she said she was nervous she might do it again, and I said fuck it and left. I didn't need that. She'd get high and use it as an excuse to become a fucking nymph and it was seeming more and more like it didn't matter if I was there or not . . . she was already having sex with one of her girlfriends once in awhile and I didn't wanna wait around for it to be one of her guy friends.
The next one was a wicked freaky case. I met this girl Jess online and I liked her. We talked about meeting one day but she kept going on and on about wanting some kind of commitment, dropping the L word, all that. I also knew she was a few years older than me and was jobless, moving from relative to relative looking for a place to stay. I told her to fuck off cuz she was going nowhere and was getting creepy. Keep in mind we'd never met.
So a year goes by and I start talking to this other girl, Anastaisa. Stasy was fucking PERFECT for me. Like, everything about her was just plain RIGHT up my alley. She'd finish my jokes before I would, she knew what to say when I was talking about what bands were good and bad, everything. Turns out that Jessica had created an ENTIRE LIFE for herself as this girl Stasy JUST to get me to fall in love with her. When I found out I flipped . . . I called the cops and everything. That was some freaky shit. She started stalking me until eventually she broke into my dorm room one night while I was asleep. She had her hand in her purse and kept talking about how she couldn't live without me and couldn't bear to see another girl with me. I grabbed a knife and managed to wrestle the phone from her so I could call the cops . . . the whole time people are banging on my door thinking she's gonna kill me or something. Finally the Po showed up (the ONE time I was EVER happy to see the Po) and took her away. I said I wouldn't press charges if I never saw her again, and I haven't. But man, that was fucking scary. I thought for sure she was packing and I was done. Not cool at all.
So Jessicas and me have a bad history. But maybe the third time's a charm. If not the third time, I know that smile sure acts like a charm for me. Gonna be hard to cry out her name at night though . . . fucking hard.
Wish me luck.
So I took Churchy Amanda out last night to a coffeehouse.
DISASTER. Fucking disasterpiece theater. Hanging out? Maybe. Friends? Maybe. Sparks? Only those that burned away all romantic interest beyond unreciprocated physical attraction. Yeah, Amanda's pretty. Yeah, I stare into her big beautiful brown eyes and get totally lost. But we are totally incompatible. She's hardcore evangelical brainwashed churchy. I still like to be able to think for myself. I like to have a drink once in awhile, she doesn't. She practically had the audacity to tell me I couldn't afford her either. I was like "fuck this!"
So that leaves Denise and Jess. Denise wants sex. I want sex. Case closed . . . oops. Fucking morals!
Jess is a different story. Cute as a button, a lil hottie in a leather jacket (I can only imagine what a leather corset would look like on her), and sweet, oh so nice and sweet it drives me NUTS working around her! Maybe it's just cuz everyone else at Kinko's is a fucking grouch, but this girl wears a perpetual smile. And not that fake one either . . . she seems to be genuinely glad to be helpful, to be friendly, to crack jokes and laugh even at my bad ones. I'ma enjoy getting to know her. Today she said she doesn't really know anyone from around here, so maybe I'll invite her to a party tomorrow night.
What's in a name?
I've dated a Jessica before and I knew another one. The girl I dated was great . . . younger than me but really smart with a really great future ahead of her if she could maybe cut back on the pot. But her mom was a ho and . . . well, like mother, like daughter I guess. She cheated on me once but told me, and I let it go after awhile and we got back together. But later she said she was nervous she might do it again, and I said fuck it and left. I didn't need that. She'd get high and use it as an excuse to become a fucking nymph and it was seeming more and more like it didn't matter if I was there or not . . . she was already having sex with one of her girlfriends once in awhile and I didn't wanna wait around for it to be one of her guy friends.
The next one was a wicked freaky case. I met this girl Jess online and I liked her. We talked about meeting one day but she kept going on and on about wanting some kind of commitment, dropping the L word, all that. I also knew she was a few years older than me and was jobless, moving from relative to relative looking for a place to stay. I told her to fuck off cuz she was going nowhere and was getting creepy. Keep in mind we'd never met.
So a year goes by and I start talking to this other girl, Anastaisa. Stasy was fucking PERFECT for me. Like, everything about her was just plain RIGHT up my alley. She'd finish my jokes before I would, she knew what to say when I was talking about what bands were good and bad, everything. Turns out that Jessica had created an ENTIRE LIFE for herself as this girl Stasy JUST to get me to fall in love with her. When I found out I flipped . . . I called the cops and everything. That was some freaky shit. She started stalking me until eventually she broke into my dorm room one night while I was asleep. She had her hand in her purse and kept talking about how she couldn't live without me and couldn't bear to see another girl with me. I grabbed a knife and managed to wrestle the phone from her so I could call the cops . . . the whole time people are banging on my door thinking she's gonna kill me or something. Finally the Po showed up (the ONE time I was EVER happy to see the Po) and took her away. I said I wouldn't press charges if I never saw her again, and I haven't. But man, that was fucking scary. I thought for sure she was packing and I was done. Not cool at all.
So Jessicas and me have a bad history. But maybe the third time's a charm. If not the third time, I know that smile sure acts like a charm for me. Gonna be hard to cry out her name at night though . . . fucking hard.
Wish me luck.