eeek. so much has changed. My life is completely twisted upside down.
I’m fucking in love. How did that even happen? Haha
Let me start from the beginning, in my last entry, I had given to my # to this dude who comes in to my work. he picked up an daily order for a local company a few times or more a week. I thought he was super cute & gave him my # in a bold moment of intuition & courage. He messaged me that night I was ecstatic, he seemed initially like everything I was looking for in this package that I definitely appreciated. To make a short story even shorter, he wasn’t ready to date, which was a shame, I was hurt because I saw the potential. but he was just getting me ready for someone else lol It all makes sense now, at the time I was quite disappointed, but the Universe told me he was just here to teach me a lesson about things I cannot control. There are 2 reasons this is a shame though. 1. I left my favourite hat & yoga pants at his place as I left super early for work after our first and only sleepover. That was 2 months ago and I assume now they are lost to me forever. Sigh. However am happy that I lost just some things and not my heart. 2. Despite the timing being as it typically is in my love life which is terrible, we had a lot more in common that I’ve had with other people I’ve dated and I thought he was pretty awesome.. I was trying to take things slow with him, but agreed to a sleepover because he had gotten drunk and told me he could paint the Mona Lisa with his tongue. I had to find out. Fuck, best oral sex of my life. I’ve met a small handful of guys who love giving oral sex and were really great at it for me.. but this guy. holy shit. so I’m sad that things didn’t work out. but now I know why.
I don’t actually wanna put the real story in this entry.. I need to keep these two things seperate. so please continue on in “What are you hold on to?”
Come to Light in Tales of being me.
- April 27, 2015, 9:49 p.m.
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Last updated April 27, 2015
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