Holy crap it’s been 3 months since I blogged. I have no excuse for you. I haven’t even been all that busy. But that’s neither here nor there. I’m back and here’s what you missed - the 2 most bizarre sexual encounters of my life, hooking up with more than 1 guy who “hadn’t done it in a while”, falling for a boy only to be let down, and finding a new booty call.
Mr. Monday Night, where do I even begin? I’ve seen him a few times and we eventually hooked up. The first time was, ahem, short-lived. This was because he “hadn’t done it in a while.” The subsequent encounter was much better. The thing about him is that he’s moody, cancels plans, and is way too stressed out. He recently got laid off and this has caused him great stress which I completely understand, but he gets migraines and stomachaches which cause him to cancel plans at the drop of a hat. No bueno. I haven’t spoken to him in a few days and I’m ok with it.
As for the 2 sexual encounters, well the first one involves taking a bath with a boy in another man’s bathtub, sex on the bathroom floor, followed by two (grown) naked men busting into the room announcing, “Hi, we’re here for the gangbang.” Yes, that really happened. The second incident is a bit more gross than bizarre but it involves a blow job, McDonald’s cheeseburgers, and vomit. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
Next there was Mr. WTF. We met in the Junkyard and after many emails/texts decided to meet in person. We had a blast. I laughed from the minute I sat down until we left. We hung out a few more times after that and everything was going really well - so I thought. He made a comment about being interested in me but focusing on his career and himself was more of a priority at the moment. The last time we hung out he blurted out how he’s not “boyfriend material” and that he has no interest in being in a relationship because that’s all about compromise and he’s not into that.
Sidenote: On his dating profile it states he is “Actively seeking a relationship.” Ladies and gents, I give you Mr. WTF.
It sucks because I really liked him and thought there would be plenty more good times ahead. I felt blindsided but I have to respect the fact that he was honest about his feelings right away and saved me from further heartache.
And last but not least, I’m ashamed to say that I’ve been seeing the Sociopath lately. I guess I’m that hard up for male attention. He’s so fucked up, I feel bad for him - even though I know I shouldn’t. He’s been depressed lately because he can’t find work due to his past legal troubles (he has multiple felonies on his record), things with his family are rocky and his relationship with his girlfriend is volatile to put it mildly. I’ve seen him 2 or 3 times and he’s been on drugs for all but one occasion. I’ve never seen someone do heroin before and after seeing what I saw, I will NEVER fuck with that shit. It’s beyond scary. I was basically his chauffeur and babysitter. I went to the shadiest part of the city (I thought for sure I’d be raped or murdered) and sat back and watched him get high in the front seat of my car as we were parked in a McDonald’s parking lot. The second time, I drove an hour to watch him get high in his bedroom and become more and more incoherent until he finally passed out while drooling on himself. I thought to myself, “What if he stops breathing? Would I be too panicked to give him CPR?” and picturing myself running upstairs screaming for his parents to call 911. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I put myself in these fucked up situations? My TWIN put it best. He said, “It’s like you think of the worst possible thing to do and you know it’s wrong and only gonna hurt you, and then you go and do it anyway and wonder why you’re so miserable.” He hit it right on the head. Brilliant. I wish I knew why I do the things I do, but life is a learning process and I’m trying to learn something everyday. I’m getting a little better but I’ve still got a ways to go.