Hey ladies,
If you’re sleeping with a dude that you KNOW is sleeping with multiple partners, a) USE PROTECTION and b) Be prepared to hear another woman talk about him. Don’t get your feelings hurt and ruin everyone’s evening by demanding that the conversation end. Also, don’t run back to this dude (who obviously cares about you so damn much) and start bad-mouthing the other woman. This guy is not your boyfriend, and this woman has done absolutely nothing wrong. Either go back to high school or MAN THE FUCK UP.
Sincerely,
“A Whore”
PS. Sure, I don’t pretend like all sex is emotionally fulfilling and meaningful, but that doesn’t make me a whore. It makes me realistic.
Our skin together
tells a good story, a sweet story.
But apart,
the words sound dirty and cold.
I’m still sleeping with Luke. I still don’t know where it’s going. But the other night, I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder, and neither of us moved until the next morning.
1. said he could get lost in the
forests
of my hair
2. said it was
a waterfall
3. said he didn’t want me to cut it
4. said nothing—
he pulled my hair when he fucked me
and enveloped himself in it when he made love.
I just went on the best date I’ve been on in a very, very long time. 3 hours of perfection. And I met this guy randomly at a bar last night…we’ll see where this leads. I think it could be good.
In other news, Luke got back into town tonight. The should prove to be interesting.
I think I love fucking more than I love being in love. Maybe that’s sad…but good sex never lets anyone down, and love lets people down all the time.
If there’s anything I’m sorry for (and I’m never sorry for anything) it’s for breaking Alex’s heart.
I took the only man I’ve ever really loved, who ever really loved me, and broke him into pieces and ruined any chance we might have had. All for Todd, who never even knew me at all.
I hope that Alex is alright. He texted me not three weeks ago, just saying that “it’s been awhile” and that he hopes that “everything is going well in Illinois.” I don’t know if that’s him talking or his therapist, but maybe it’s a good thing. When he’s the principle trombonist at the Met and (fingers crossed) I’m singing in Anna Bolena or Vanessa or something fabulous, we’ll be able to shake hands and maybe even go out for a drink and laugh over the time when we were in college and thought we were soulmates. I hope that’s true.
If you’re having casual sex, you shouldn’t be having it casually.
The best, casual sex is only casual outside the bedroom. Outside, you have your own life and go on doing whatever it is you do, but on the other side of that door, you only have one desire—your partner. When the two of you are doin’ the dirty, it should be like you’ve never wanted anyone else. It should be passionate, overwhelming, and anything but casual.
Otherwise, it gets boring fast. And if you’re going to have boring sex, then…fuck it, you might as well be in a relationship.
Agree or disagree?
Luke stayed over again last night…I’m gonna get really spoiled/ruined on other men if this continues. But it BETTER continue.
Well…it’s time. Only a good night’s sleep, a 13-hour drive, and a multitude of unanswered, unasked questions lie between me and Luke. Should be an interesting drive tomorrow…
