macnz

The boy I have been sleeping with for the last eight months went crazy. I knew he had deep set emotional problems from the get go, but he was just so good in bed I think I ignored them as much as possible. I figured it would inevitable come to an end... didn't even expect it to go on as long as it did.... but never thought that in the end I would be crying while he was yelling at me for a myriad of random things... one of which was drinking his bottled water too much. It's pretty damn near impossible to fuck someone for months on end without having emotion for them... in fact, I could say that I loved this boy.... but yet again I am stuck regretting letting my endearing side out at all. I need to not do that... well, at least not with psychotic, bipolar, heartless mongrels. For now I am asexual. There is no one that I know in Miami worth fucking. my chef who was also extremely good in bed has flown to Dallas to open up a new restaurant there. He has offered to fly me down for a weekend, which I might take up if this whole asexual thing become any more frustrating than it already is.

On a better note, I have stars all over my arms and a nice little nose stud to match.... I love it... new ink is always delicious