spent the night at mel's dinner with citlali.
we talked about the one time she broke her boyfriend's penis.
we talked about embarassing sexcapades.
we talked about my low standards and rampant sexuality.
we talked loudly, making sure that young couple sitting in the next booth over could hear.
we talked shit about everybody we've ever met.
we talked until we were laughing too hard to.
i haven't laughed that hard since the last time we went out.
i told her that she better not break my penis, ever. like she had any intention of ever touching my penis, she said. we laughed. i reminded her how lucky she was to have a boyfriend that didn't break up with her after suffering such a grievous wound. i said some other complementary things about her, talked about how she was blessed to have a boyfriend that was so nice and would put up with anything. of course, this whole time, as i'm shifting gears, our arms are rubbing each other, and we're laughing about bleeding penises and unlubricated anal sex, and as anti-romantic as this sounds, i was reminded why i've always been very fond of citlali.
it's kind of a long story. i first met her back when i was a sophomore in high school. i was attracted to her instantly, but i didn't know her all that well. i ended up dating her friend because of that. one year later, and that relationship turns to shite, my girlfriend secretly dating a couple of my friends. even today, this ex, liz, is in-fucking-sane. so by the time that i'm available, lali's dating another guy. and yes, there was a joke going around, that the only reason lali was dating this guy was because i was unavailable, and that he was so much like me. so that was almost 4 years ago. that's the one decision in my entire life that i still regret to this day.
i guess we'll be hanging out again this week, hopefully for the movies or great america or something. i have my deps meeting tomorrow, but that's the only thing i really have to do this week.
i know this is an unusual departure from my normal posts. i'll be back in form tomorrow.
we talked about the one time she broke her boyfriend's penis.
we talked about embarassing sexcapades.
we talked about my low standards and rampant sexuality.
we talked loudly, making sure that young couple sitting in the next booth over could hear.
we talked shit about everybody we've ever met.
we talked until we were laughing too hard to.
i haven't laughed that hard since the last time we went out.
i told her that she better not break my penis, ever. like she had any intention of ever touching my penis, she said. we laughed. i reminded her how lucky she was to have a boyfriend that didn't break up with her after suffering such a grievous wound. i said some other complementary things about her, talked about how she was blessed to have a boyfriend that was so nice and would put up with anything. of course, this whole time, as i'm shifting gears, our arms are rubbing each other, and we're laughing about bleeding penises and unlubricated anal sex, and as anti-romantic as this sounds, i was reminded why i've always been very fond of citlali.
it's kind of a long story. i first met her back when i was a sophomore in high school. i was attracted to her instantly, but i didn't know her all that well. i ended up dating her friend because of that. one year later, and that relationship turns to shite, my girlfriend secretly dating a couple of my friends. even today, this ex, liz, is in-fucking-sane. so by the time that i'm available, lali's dating another guy. and yes, there was a joke going around, that the only reason lali was dating this guy was because i was unavailable, and that he was so much like me. so that was almost 4 years ago. that's the one decision in my entire life that i still regret to this day.
i guess we'll be hanging out again this week, hopefully for the movies or great america or something. i have my deps meeting tomorrow, but that's the only thing i really have to do this week.
i know this is an unusual departure from my normal posts. i'll be back in form tomorrow.
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zarth:
When I first saw her posts, I thought to myself, "Aha! Finally I see one of those right-leaning Arab-baiting French people I've heard so many rumors about!" But no (or, I should say, non). Just another right-leaning Arab-baiting American, probably from somewhere in undifferentiated suburbia, who for some unfathomable reason now lives in France. Most disappointing.
zarth:
You might be on to something. I'm flawlessly, relentlessly unhappy, and she's never so much as even directly addressed me, let alone attacked me. You could be right.