Time does drag on. You keep your head down, focus on your shit, and before you know it damn-near a month has fallen off the calender. Maybe if I had done more with it, I'd have had more tales to feed your hungry little eyes.
But as it is you're going to have to settle for the mostly tedious and tiny minutae of the past couple of weeks.
Several months ago, my friend sort of broke up with her boyfriend with whom she lived. Not wanting to stay in the place because of memories, and knowing that I was looking to find a new place, she asked me if I wanted to get a place with her. Of course, I said yes. About a month later when I saw her again, she had sort of patched things up with her fella, but she still wanted to get a place with me. However, with work and school being hectic for her, she thought that it would be best to wait a few months until May. Fine. Whatever. She told me this when we went out with a friend of hers who would soon be going to study in Europe for a few months. But we'll get back to that later...
Then a couple of weeks ago, I stop by her place before we head out to the club. Her boyfriend was there and they seemed to be back where they were before their troubles started. And during the course of conversation, he mentioned something about the two of them looking at "a place". A place. Apparently, the two of them are looking to move into a new place together. This was the very first I had heard about this. I had put my apartment search on hold because I thought my friend and I would be looking for a place together. And it wasn't as if I was actually told. I had to overhear it and directly ask about that. If I hadn't overheard them talking about it, I don't think I would know about it today. I would probably still be operatiing under the naive belief that my friend and I would soon be roommates.
On this same evening, my friend told me that her other friend, the pretty girl going to Europe, wanted me for one final fuck before she left the country. This was a fact my friend neglected to tell me while there was still something to do about it. She said that girl slept with a lot of guys and was trying to protect me. But frankly, most of the time I feel like an unwanted, ugly son-of-a-bitch. And it's been a while. The attention and affection would have helped.
I've known my friend for years, but this is the first time I've ever been mad with her. Am I overreacting? Am I justified?
But as it is you're going to have to settle for the mostly tedious and tiny minutae of the past couple of weeks.
Several months ago, my friend sort of broke up with her boyfriend with whom she lived. Not wanting to stay in the place because of memories, and knowing that I was looking to find a new place, she asked me if I wanted to get a place with her. Of course, I said yes. About a month later when I saw her again, she had sort of patched things up with her fella, but she still wanted to get a place with me. However, with work and school being hectic for her, she thought that it would be best to wait a few months until May. Fine. Whatever. She told me this when we went out with a friend of hers who would soon be going to study in Europe for a few months. But we'll get back to that later...
Then a couple of weeks ago, I stop by her place before we head out to the club. Her boyfriend was there and they seemed to be back where they were before their troubles started. And during the course of conversation, he mentioned something about the two of them looking at "a place". A place. Apparently, the two of them are looking to move into a new place together. This was the very first I had heard about this. I had put my apartment search on hold because I thought my friend and I would be looking for a place together. And it wasn't as if I was actually told. I had to overhear it and directly ask about that. If I hadn't overheard them talking about it, I don't think I would know about it today. I would probably still be operatiing under the naive belief that my friend and I would soon be roommates.
On this same evening, my friend told me that her other friend, the pretty girl going to Europe, wanted me for one final fuck before she left the country. This was a fact my friend neglected to tell me while there was still something to do about it. She said that girl slept with a lot of guys and was trying to protect me. But frankly, most of the time I feel like an unwanted, ugly son-of-a-bitch. And it's been a while. The attention and affection would have helped.
I've known my friend for years, but this is the first time I've ever been mad with her. Am I overreacting? Am I justified?
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cockzombie:
thanks for that
thanks for that
cockzombie:
it is, thats how I lost the first 20 lbs 