Archive | June 2010

Be Gone!

Agnes Moorehead (Endora on Bewitched) - Preacher's Daughter

I think I’ve come to a decision.  Logistically it’s not feasible for me to date two men at once so I have chosen one.  Choosing was the easy part.  Now for the hard part, actually telling the unfortunate one that it’s over.

Now just so you know, this is no three week relationship I’m talking about ending here.  It’s going on a year and a half now that I’ve dated Bobblehead Nerd.  It has been a very long and rough year and a half though.

After staying the night with one guy the other night, then waking up, going home, then going over to the Bobblehead Nerd’s house, I realized that I just can’t keep doing it.  The fact that I had sex with two different guys in a 24 hour period had little to do with my decision.  I’ve done that before, so it’s not morally an issue for me.  It was the fact that I’m not as young as I used to be and just don’t have enough energy for all that now.  I guess I’m just getting old.

Amen Snoop. Amen.

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Ok, now for the real confession.

What’s worse?  A guy that has wonderful skills in the bedroom, but has an average size penis or a guy that has average skills in the bedroom, but has a wonderfully large, but not too large penis?  How do you choose between the two?

Sorry guys, but size matters.  Once I saw a penis that was so large that it scared me to the point that I cut the date short and never saw the guy again.  Too bad too, because he was a very cool, creative, nice guy, but just the thought of that thing going anywhere near my pussy scared the hell out of me.

So until I can figure out the answer to the questions above, I guess I sort of have two boyfriends for now.  Besides probably being a borderline sex addict, I just can’t seem to give up either of them.  They both have their pros and cons.  Maybe I need to make a list of each, on a spreadsheet.  I love spreadsheets.

My other confession is that I had a dream last night that was kind of confusing and awesome at the same time.  I dreamed that I was getting into the car with my mom to go somewhere.  We were leaving a house, but I’m not sure whose house.  As we were about to leave a man walks up to the garage.  Here’s where it gets good.  He was tall with wavy black hair and he was wearing combat boots, a black t-shirt and a kilt, yes, a kilt.  The thing that I remembered most when I woke up, the absolute perfectly detailed picture in my mind, was of his legs.  They were like tree trunks.  They were huge and beautiful with chiseled muscles and a just a little hairy.  He looked like a Scottish god standing there in front of the garage, but who was this gorgeous man?  As my mom and I sat in the car watching him, she said, “Now see, that’s what you need.”  No truer words were ever spoken.  Unfortunately I woke up just after she said that and never got to find out who the hunk in the kilt was.

Free To Just Be Me

Sometimes all a girl needs is a night out on the town to put things into perspective.  That’s exactly what I did last night.  After a few days of fighting with Bobblehead Nerd I decided it was time to go home and take a break from him for a while, possibly for good.  I sent a text to an old “friend” just to see how he was doing and he invited me to the city for dinner.  I had a wonderful time.  We went to a few bars, had the best hamburger and loaded baked potato that I’ve ever had in my life, and listened to some hilarious karaoke.  After indulging in all this pure unadulterated fun, we went back to his place for the night.  I can’t remember the last time that I felt so comfortable and relaxed with someone.  It’s nice to be able to just “be” and not have to put on a front for people.

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