I'm a bad Gypsy, a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad Gypsy. Oftentimes, someone will say something, and I have to pull a 'Speak no Evil' before I comment (in a most perverted fashion) or snicker. From Tabbatha, this earns me a waggled finger and the statement of "Bad Gypsy!" from Deanna, this earns me a "Shut up Tim!"
But tonight, I think I really am a Bad Gypsy. Funny story that, wanna hear it? (heh heh heh, like you have a choice, my not so captive audience)
Tonight was Deanna's birthday. Gathered there were Deanna (obviously) Jesse, Deanna's husband and Jesse's brother Eric, Deanna's sister Cindy, and her room-mate Shelly. There was also moi, of course, else how could I tell this story?
Anyhow, they weren't the only peoples there, of course. There was someone else... the girlfriend of a good friend of mine who was/is out of town in North Carolina. She's a sweet girl, really she is, darling in fact. Also rather pretty. Of course, there's a problem here. She's pretty well on her way to toasted, aw, hell with it, she was drunk.
Obviously, she's VERY friendly when drunk... or else it was just me. I'm going to say it's that she's friendly, and she just happened to know me.
So I'm placed in what's got to be the most uncomfortable position I think I've ever been placed in my life. I'd have an easier time telling new parents that their one and only baby girl was just mauled by an Alligator.
Please, allow me to make clear this situation. One, she licked and kissed my neck. Then she bit and nibbled....
Then... sweet mother McCree, she pulled my hair... a LOT! Not to mention her general behavior. She really likes close, tight proximity, as do I...
Jesus H.
What is it with women? (yes, I know full well a good chunk of my readers here are female, I don't hold spite against you) Lesse, here's been my track record this year of our Jeebus, 2005.
Melissa - Possesive and catty, but totally unaffectionate. By showing her care, love, and affection, I drive her away and into the bed of another man.
Lindsey - Sweet girl, from what I know of her. Of course, I know her insides better than her outsides. my friend Amber, for all intents, whored her to me. Or is it Hoe'd her to me? I don't think there was any transaction, asides from what occured on the couch 'tween she and I.
Tabbatha - The woman I positively love and adore. The apple (golden and engraved with Kallisti notwithstanding) of my eye. If I could have a girlfriend, it would be her. Of course, she doesn't want to date anyone.
Carrie - Really pretty, with a bad(?) habit of doing things in the EXACT way that it takes to turn me on, and also dating one of my very good friends.
Of course, there's one big difference here. The first three, I slept with. Carrie, the girl tonight, I didn't. I wouldn't, and honestly, I coudn't. Can I say with 100% certainty I did nothing I wasn't proud of? No. I kissed her, and I shouldn't have. I'm not proud of that. I let her tug on my hair, and nibble on my neck (etc), and I shouldn't have.
That's all it was, and it shouldn't have been that much. Later, she asked me if I would follow her home, as she still wasn't the pinnacle of sobriety (I would have driven her myself, but she lives in a suburb [kinda] which is very far away). Fortunately, the babysitter was at her (Carrie's) house, and in her asking me to cover her on the way home, my Professionalism kicked in, both of which leaving things as is.
Of course, my balls are still a BEAUTIFUL shade of blue.
Damnit.
But tonight, I think I really am a Bad Gypsy. Funny story that, wanna hear it? (heh heh heh, like you have a choice, my not so captive audience)
Tonight was Deanna's birthday. Gathered there were Deanna (obviously) Jesse, Deanna's husband and Jesse's brother Eric, Deanna's sister Cindy, and her room-mate Shelly. There was also moi, of course, else how could I tell this story?
Anyhow, they weren't the only peoples there, of course. There was someone else... the girlfriend of a good friend of mine who was/is out of town in North Carolina. She's a sweet girl, really she is, darling in fact. Also rather pretty. Of course, there's a problem here. She's pretty well on her way to toasted, aw, hell with it, she was drunk.
Obviously, she's VERY friendly when drunk... or else it was just me. I'm going to say it's that she's friendly, and she just happened to know me.
So I'm placed in what's got to be the most uncomfortable position I think I've ever been placed in my life. I'd have an easier time telling new parents that their one and only baby girl was just mauled by an Alligator.
Please, allow me to make clear this situation. One, she licked and kissed my neck. Then she bit and nibbled....
Then... sweet mother McCree, she pulled my hair... a LOT! Not to mention her general behavior. She really likes close, tight proximity, as do I...
Jesus H.
What is it with women? (yes, I know full well a good chunk of my readers here are female, I don't hold spite against you) Lesse, here's been my track record this year of our Jeebus, 2005.
Melissa - Possesive and catty, but totally unaffectionate. By showing her care, love, and affection, I drive her away and into the bed of another man.
Lindsey - Sweet girl, from what I know of her. Of course, I know her insides better than her outsides. my friend Amber, for all intents, whored her to me. Or is it Hoe'd her to me? I don't think there was any transaction, asides from what occured on the couch 'tween she and I.
Tabbatha - The woman I positively love and adore. The apple (golden and engraved with Kallisti notwithstanding) of my eye. If I could have a girlfriend, it would be her. Of course, she doesn't want to date anyone.
Carrie - Really pretty, with a bad(?) habit of doing things in the EXACT way that it takes to turn me on, and also dating one of my very good friends.
Of course, there's one big difference here. The first three, I slept with. Carrie, the girl tonight, I didn't. I wouldn't, and honestly, I coudn't. Can I say with 100% certainty I did nothing I wasn't proud of? No. I kissed her, and I shouldn't have. I'm not proud of that. I let her tug on my hair, and nibble on my neck (etc), and I shouldn't have.
That's all it was, and it shouldn't have been that much. Later, she asked me if I would follow her home, as she still wasn't the pinnacle of sobriety (I would have driven her myself, but she lives in a suburb [kinda] which is very far away). Fortunately, the babysitter was at her (Carrie's) house, and in her asking me to cover her on the way home, my Professionalism kicked in, both of which leaving things as is.
Of course, my balls are still a BEAUTIFUL shade of blue.
Damnit.