This time next year, I want to be living in a house full of room mates-- maybe three. Maybe a mix of guys and girls. Every once in a while we have shared family meals, but usually everyone does their own thing. There's a cat in the house, and we cuddle. They are geeky hippie hipsters, and are down for a hug or snuggling up with a movie. Maybe one of them keeps a garden, and everyone likes it when I make zucchini bread.
A year from now I'm 140 pounds, and I'm good at pole dancing. I dance in the city for tips once a month or so and love it.
I'll probably be dating several people, and probably hung up on one of them more than the rest. Future Karen: please be kind to yourself in this area. Don't go torturing yourself. We've done that. Find someone that meets us halfway, for god's sake.
Let's find an awesome job. Yeah? Yeah. I vote we work for someone fair and mature. And we get paid a minimum of $3 more than we are now, because we are underpaid by at least that much now.
And for your next birthday, maybe you spend it with that main squeeze with a candlelit dinner, or maybe you just have a nice dinner back with the folks, or maybe you spend it eating fancy snacks and dancing with friends.
You know how to have the best day, though. You wake up and do your stretches. You make tea, have a box of blueberries, scrambled eggs with sauteed zucchini and red bell pepper and cheddar and whole wheat toast with irish butter. You go to early morning dance class, run a few errands, feel the sunshine on your face, clean your car in the parking lot and an old man makes a pass at you as you bend over in your yoga pants.
You come home and do your chores and make an amazing lunch of spinach salad, grated beets and carrots, and leftover lasagna. You allow yourself a small bowl of coffee ice cream with hot fudge sauce. Then it's time to get ready. You shower, do your face mask and everything, shave everything lower than the belly button, do your make-up, and put on that new cute dress, and pack up for the night.
You've got the address of the party, clothes for tomorrow, sex toys for tonight, condoms, and a few toiletries. You go get your hair cut and styled by that friend you haven't seen in ages, eat a bagel, apple, and banana in the car, and arrive at the party looking stunning. Several people flirt with you, and then there are the one or two people that really crank your chain. Ideally they have an actual chain, haha.
After the party, you go to their place and fuck the shit out of them. You are the best fuck they've ever had. They love love love making you come. After you're sweaty and sore, you cuddle and talk about how nice it is that this all worked out. They stroke your hair. It's really late, and you fall asleep just like that.
The next morning they text you thanking you for the lovely time, and they can't wait for the next time they get to see you. There were some positions that you never seemed to get to last night. There is so much to do! You'd spelled out all kinds of fantasies with them in the days and hours leading up to that night, but at the time you ended up just getting caught up in everything. Next time, next time they'll remember to brace you against the wall and fuck you standing up.
Yes, I've had several days like this with various people. Life is good.
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