I
meet up with Sando at the Watering Hole and I am still texting him about who
knows what and I start drinking wine.
Ever hear that song, “tequila makes her clothes fall off”? Yea, well, wine makes mine fall
off… every time…
Unfortunately
for me I am also not capable of owning a phone and drinking wine
simultaneously. As is typical for
me, while drinking wine, I start texting things that were mildly inappropriate
and he is kind of answering the naughty texts and whatnot.
“So
miss, if you had your way right now.
Where would you go and what would you do?” he asks me.
“Well,
I wouldn’t go home, lets put it that way.”
“Where
are you right now?” he asks.
“The
Watering Hole at the moment.”
“And
you want your next move to be… ?”
“Something
worth my time.”
Long
story short, I guess he wound up being worth my time because I did in fact go
down there to see him. Was it
intentional? Yes. Did I shave just in case? Yes. (And did I have a long conversation with myself in the
shower last night pre-shave about whether or not I should shave. You know when you think, ‘if I DON’T
shave then I know I wont do anything stupid. But if I DO shave I am probably going to get banged and have
zero reservations about it.
FUCK!) Did I have one too
many glasses of wine?
Obviously. Did I get there
and sit on the couch opposite him and have awkward conversation for an
hour? Again, obviously.
Whatever. So he says something to me along the
lines of ‘come sit with me.’ So I
go and I sit next to him, and were watching Sports Center or something on T.V
and I honestly don’t remember how it happened that we were sitting very close
together and he grabbed me. It was
awesome. You know when you are
kind of in that in between stage of kissing where you can feel their breath on
your lips, but there is still no contact?
That’s where I was for a few seconds.
Then
it was off to the races.
There
was a little bit of fun on the couch and then there was more fun in the
bedroom. Also, little did I know
that his parents were upstairs. I
did not know that they had come back from Hawaii! So, awesome! Why not, right!? Fuck!
All
I kept thinking was “thank god I shaved”.
Not to mention, while sitting with Sando I was contemplating even going
down there. I mean, he had blown
me off once; I was not in the mood to be blown off again, so I made it
perfectly clear that we were hanging out last night. I told him that he had two strikes and that baseball was
wrong because he had already struck out.
See! If I keep things on my
terms, and use baseball lingo/jargon I am all over it! I got this shit on lock! I also have a fucking headache!
So,
whatever, we spoon a little while, I think I fell asleep for about a half hour
and then he asks me if I wanted to stay.
No, no, no. As much as I
would love to stay because I don’t want to fucking drive, no. I am not going to stay because now
everything is coming back to me!
Let’s think about this, I haven’t seen you in almost six years, I just
met up with you, had sex with you, and now what? Is it going to be a weird thing where were not going to talk
anymore? Probably right?
It’s
all very strange. It is panning
out to be almost exactly like Guy #1, and I don’t fucking like it. Jeff asked me to naked cuddle (remember
that?! HELLLOOO! Ergo, Naked Napper!). He told me I could sleep over. (Open your eyes!! History is repeating itself!) He texted me this morning and said he
had fun and he will talk to me soon.
(Fucking Guy #1 did the same thing!) And just a quick question, what the fuck does that even
mean!? “Talk to you soon.” Let’s be honest here, you probably
wont, but that’s fine.
Bla!!
I
mean, I am down to double dip, but don’t give me the runaround.
Until
next time.
And
FYI, readers, your welcome for the sexual entertainment, I know its been a
while. No one but me knows that
more, but whatever. The Naked
Napper is back in business.
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