my stomach hates me. in Tales of being me.

ugh I did bad things to my stomach this weekend. It hates me. or maybe it's my liver. I'm sure they both hate me. Friday night I went to a party at my friends house, second weekend in a row. I'm not gonna go much into detail not much really actually happened. but I really love when guys get drunk and become super sweet and cuddly. or should I say I really love it, when I'm in the mood for it. Which I was this weekend, and last weekend too :) My friend's friend was home for a visit after he was done his 6 weeks of work..which was last Friday. He lives on the other side of the Country now but flies in occasionally to see his family & friends. I've met him on two other occasions year, nothing happened, but from the minute I laid eyes on the man, I felt the attraction. We hit it off great, I enjoyed him being around. I find him quite handsome. Also he's one of those good guys, like really good. (Not gonna lie, after the year I just had, I was getting cynical that I could ever meet another single one lol) He just loves his friends to death, he talked about them a lot, he brought back presents for everyone.. and he was just like all about hugging people and making sure they knew how happy he was to see everyone. He's just incredibly sweet. and sexy. and he plays the guitar, I found out... I never got to hear him play, but I was told he's quite good. So anyways, it's been a long time, but I forgot how awesome it feels to have a connection like that with someone. I just wanted to be close to him, physically. We would drift our separate ways for awhile, but only for a few minutes because I always just wanted his arms around me & I could tell he came searching for me a few times too..I don't really remember the last time I felt like that. When he saw me this Friday night, he came right up to me and gave me this huge hug and said I am so happy to see you.. he was super drunk, but he just made me feel really awesome. We never had sex or even really fooled around, we just kissed alot, he got drunk and bit my neck a lot...so I had bruises on my neck for days, good things for scarves ;) Usually I hate that, but I couldn't resist this time. no regrets lol. And we cuddled and slept. I really needed it. Nothing will come of this, I'm sure..and it's fine..He's leaving on Wednesday and I probably won't see him again before he leaves...but it's okay :) It's weird but I feel like it was supposed to happen this way. He came to awake something in me, something that I haven't felt in a long time. I think it worked. It reminded me how good it can feel to want someone and know they are wanting you back, and not just in a sexual way. Lately my life's become really sexualized...it's a long story and probably will never go into detail about it, but with some people it seems it's just always sex, and I'm so much more than that, and maybe I forgot that for a minute. I can't stop smiling.