Silly men, Craigslist is for real whores

I’m sick of not being able to write whatever I want just because I’m afraid to offend or piss people off.  I’m mostly referring to Teacher.  My last post about what has been going on with him was on April 20th.  Quite a bit has happened since then and it’s past time that I get some of this crap out of my head.  I have an unhealthy tendency to bottle my feelings up inside until I can’t hold it in any longer, then I explode.  So before I do that I’m just going to go ahead and let it all out in a healthier way.

The day after that post on April 20th I started getting weird emails on my phone.  I have an email that I had set up last year for a project that I was working on with Teacher.  So we both had the email address set up on our iPhones.  I quickly realized that the emails were being sent to that address because Teacher had mistakenly replied to Craigslist ads using that email address.

In case you're wondering, I have no problem posting this pic that one of the whore's sent because even if she's not a whore, she shouldn't be sending naked pics of herself to people because they might end up on my blog or worse.  At least I cropped out her face.

In case you’re wondering, I have no problem posting this pic that one of the whores sent because even if she’s not a whore, she shouldn’t be sending naked pics of herself to people because they might end up on my blog or worse. At least I cropped out her face.

The ads that he replied to were personal ads for whores.  The real kind, not just the slutty kind.  At first I just sat in shock reading the emails.  Then I sent my sister a text telling her what was going on and asking if I should just change the password on the email account.  She wasn’t much help.  She just shared my shock and disbelief.

As I was going through the emails that kept coming through, they suddenly disappeared from the inbox.  He had realized his mistake, well, one of them at least, and deleted them.  It was too late though because they had already downloaded into my Microsoft Outlook.

I finally sent him a text that said, “Really? You’re willing to pay for sex with a whore, but you wouldn’t fuck me for free?”  He replied back apologizing, saying that he was just curious, he never cheated on me, and he guessed he was as much of a piece of shit that I wrote about on my blog.  Then he ended it saying, “Yeah this is embarrassing and awkward.  But I guess I deserve it.”  I couldn’t even reply after that.  I never called him a piece of shit by the way.  I don’t think I even ever thought about calling him that.  A selfish immature prick maybe, but not a piece of shit.

The next day, after stewing over what had happened, I sent him a text.  I suggested that he not read my blog any more.  That was it.  I was done.

The next day he asked if we could meet for lunch and talk about all this.  I agreed to meet him.  Unfortunately I don’t think it helped much.  Right off he wanted to say that he wasn’t going to actually meet any of those women, he was only curious.  I didn’t have much to say.  It was all I could do just to sit there and drink my tea and not break down crying.  I didn’t even want to look at him.  Because no matter what he thinks, I do still love him and I would have done anything to make it all go away and just go back to us being happy in our little cottage.  I’m not delusional though.  I know that can’t happen, mainly because he doesn’t know what the hell he wants, but it sure as hell doesn’t seem to be me.

So after that awkward lunch date, I thought maybe we could at least just stay friends, even if I wasn’t able to be around him yet without feeling like my heart was being ripped out of my chest all over again.

MjAxMy02ZjFkNTU0NmNjYTg5ZWRThings seemed to be going OK for a few days.  He even let me use his van to pick up some groceries and stuff I left at the house.  Then on Saturday, a friend and I went to the local bar/restaurant to hang out, drink some beers, and listen to the music.  The problem was that Teacher and Jacket were providing the music.  I actually knew that before we went.  My friend also knew that Teacher would be there.  It was sort of part of the plan.

A friend had told me Friday night that it would probably be good for Teacher to see me out with another guy.  I guess she meant that it would prove to him that I am capable of moving on and going out and having fun.  My guy friend was really cool about the whole thing.  He knew what was going on, and he agreed that it would be for the best.  It turned out to just be stressful and awkward though.

Teacher did come say hello during his first break, and yes, it was awkward.  Then later he came back again after some other people had sat down with us.  Then after the show I was sitting with CoolGal and catching up because I hadn’t seen her in a while, and she started telling a funny story about the night her sister was obsessed with my hair and kept touching it.  Teacher had come up behind me and started demonstrating.  Once would have sufficed, but he kept doing it.  To the point that it became uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to say anything in front of everyone, plus I was so tensed up that I probably couldn’t have said anything at the time.  He finally stopped and then left not long after.  I did however send him a text later that night telling him to never touch me again.

So that’s what’s been going on in my world.  It just keeps getting crazier and more stressful.  Let’s all take a moment to pray that things start getting better.

Happy humping! (But don’t take naughty pics unless you want the world to see!)


Jumping off the deep end

I’m still here!  Although I have been a very bad girl lately and not written here in over a month.  However, all that is about to change in a very big way.  First let me catch you up on what’s been going on here in the deep South.

After my last post I took a one week vacation from work and spent it with Teacher.  He had a couple of gigs in Florida and I had a wonderful time with him.  Also during that week my parents came and helped my sister move out of the house.  She’s now two states away and we are all very thankful for that.  I do lover her, and I miss Little Bubba something awful, but it was past time for us to go our separate ways.

After I got back from my vacation I found that the Preacher had taken all of the appliances.  Yes.  ALL of them, including the refrigerator.  Warm beer sucks.  As far as food goes, canned foods and pop tarts can only be tolerated for so long.  That was not fun, especially since I soon discovered that my sister had taken both of the can openers with her.  That Bitch.

So a week after living off of Pop Tarts and Spaghetti Os (I actually had to use a knife and hammer to open the can), Teacher and his friend, Artist, decided that it was time for me to just go ahead and move.  Oh, and it didn’t help things that my sister went off without paying the water bill, which I had given her the money for, and it was about to be turned off along with the electricity.  So after very little thought I decided that they were right and he came the following Saturday to come and pick me up.

During all of this I was stressing over what to do about my job.  Bossman had threatened a long time ago that if I turned in my notice and he found a replacement before my time was up, then he would just have to go ahead and let me go.  In light of that I decided to just wait and not give him any notice.  One part of me hated doing that to him, but another part didn’t care because I was too afraid that he would just let me go anyway and then I’d be completely stuck with no job, no car, and no power/water at the house.  So I don’t feel too bad about sending him a text right before leaving work that Saturday explaining that it was my last day and why.


“Dreams, dreams always dreams with you, never common sense.”


Ok, on to more important stuff.  The original plan was for me to stay with Teacher until I found a new job and a new apartment.  Unfortunately, I didn’t find a job right away, and then the apartment that I had picked out got rented to someone else.  Everything really does happen for a reason though.  A couple of weeks ago Teacher and I decided that finding a place together wasn’t such a bad idea.  We were enjoying spending more time together and combining our resources would benefit both of us.

I started searching for a place for us to rent.  I found a couple of great places, but nothing seemed to be working out.  Then we heard about an apartment for rent and set up a time to go look at it.  The property management lady (PML) was very nice and showed us a couple of places, and when we asked if she had anything else she said yes.  We followed her to the house (yes! a house!) and when she turned in the driveway, we both looked at each other and laughed.  It’s two houses down from where our friend CoolGal is moving into this weekend.  Plus the house was adorable!

It’s a little craftsman style cottage that’s the perfect size for us.  It’s also just been renovated.  We told PML that we had to think about it.  An hour later we were in her office filling out the paperwork.

il_570xN.254792568While we were there I mentioned to her that I didn’t have a job yet, and she asked what kind of work I do.  I told her and later that week I started working for her.  Yay!

Oh, wait…one more thing.  In between all of this craziness I started a new website that covers local music and art events, and I have somehow become a bit of a socialite in my new hometown, which is awesome.  I started it mainly because I was bored.  That’s just what I do.  Next thing I knew, two days later, I had over 600 likes on its Facebook page.  Weird.  A week later at a big social gathering, people were coming up to me saying, “You’re the girl from that website.”  Of course I did a double take at first.  A flash of terror crossed my mind as I thought that they were talking about this one.  Then I realized what they were actually talking about.  Whew.

Damn.  One more thing.  I made a deal with Teacher that for every chapter I finish on my book, he will write/perform/record an original song.  The plan is to keep each other motivated in pursuing our dreams.  So I may not be writing on here quite as much, but I will definitely be working toward my goal of finishing my book very soon.  And since I’ll have my very own quiet little office in our cute little house, I have no more excuses.

So, I think that gets us caught up.

Happy humping & write on!