Last night Dan called and asked if I wanted to come over and watch a movie. We both know what that means. Which is why I swore I'd never go back. But I did last night. In fact I ran the whole way. I have no will power....
One wonderful thing about hooking up with an older guy is that you don't have to reciprocate. Younger guys practically grab you by the hair and push you onto their dicks. "My turn!" Or else if they're the sensitive type, they tell you how making love will bring you so much closer, and they start to beg. Yuck! Dan never makes demands....
One not-so-wonderful thing is that they think they know everything. I drank three beers pretty fast which got Dan going on his favorite lecture. He said I was flirting with alcoholism. I told him he was totally wrong and that I love alcohol way too much to ever let myself get addicted to it and have to quit. This made him laugh. He didn't believe me.
Our sex would have been so much better if I hadn't been thinking the whole time how I hadn't showered yet and how lucky I was that Rory didn't notice I was wearing a huge men's sweater....Such a long post! When I was 11, I kept a diary and I wrote in it every single day for a month. Then I stopped forever. I hope I don't do that again. I quit too many things. The only things I don’t quit are the things I should: drinking, smoking and Rory. Ha!
Just so you know, if I thought there was even a one in a google chance of anyone recognizing me from this blog, I would never ever be this honest. And what's the point of blogging if you're not going to tell the truth?
The reason I'll never be recognized is that I've changed every single name including my own. I have also changed many random meaningless details. For example, Dan lives in an apartment not a house. My dad did not have a heart attack after his operation. He caught a staph infection. (Can be just as fatal.) And Jade's grandmother does not live in Thailand. She lives in the Philippines. You get the idea. All the important details are accurate.
Anyway I'm now broke off my ass and my mom says she's going to kick me out December 1st unless I start "fending for myself." She wouldn't really do it, of course. I am the light of her life. But she's right. It's time for me to get serious.