On my way back to Tampa from Cabo I had the pleasure of watching lightning right outside my window. It was pitch black outside, and there were streaks of light flashing before my tired, bloodshot eyes. The turbulence was the worst I have experienced and I travel a whole lot for a broke college student...”cough” thanks to my prior excursions to Cabo..”cough” I kept looking at my watch, telling myself we would land soon and there was only a half hour more of flying time so we should be landing soon. I tried to tough it out, because next to me sat a typical laid back American sipping on his large McDonald’s cup playing with his blackberry. He was so cool about it and simply laughed. Me, on the other hand, yeah I was soaking wet from sweating so much, trying to hold my stomach in because the plane kept dropping. He simply chuckled and said, “well that sucked...” I tried to be cool too so I just kept saying this sucks in a deep manly voice, but really I wanted to curse the mother fucking roof off and find a bottle of some sort of alcohol that would calm my tits down. After about 10 minutes of trying to picture my funeral and how awful that would go down (considering if I died it would be be because I had to go to Cabo with a married man with for the weekend) the pitch black night stopped flashing.
On a separate note, I am falling for this guy. I have never felt this way about someone before and it sucks because there is nothing I can even do about it. Yes he has a prenup, AND I do know his wife makes some good dough. He does too... It is so odd that I feel this way about him because he is not even my type, beside his football build body which is such a turn on and hey I do love money. Our dinner dates are pretty hard to match up to..especially if the guys you are used to cannot even afford a 24 pack.
GOD DAMNIT this turbulence SUCKS- I am currently typing this on the plane. Jesus Christ if I die without the evidence I have seen these past couple of days I’ll be pissed yo-plus I would appreciate it too if I was way drunker and died because that way maybe I could just blackout before I dive straight into hell.
Anyways, he has blondish hair (I prefer the dark exotic light), irish, and is so ocd and organized about everything. Maybe it is the way he speaks spanish. Ugh, it is sexy. He plans so well, and is so meticulous. Dudes, one time I put a dish in his dishwasher and it was facing the other way and he moved it to be the other way....I cracked up. When he he travels everything is in baggies and organized perfectly, he has vitamin cases, the works, blah blah, he carries around a giant medical kit with him when he surfs that has 2 of everything...one pair of scissors to cut a bandage is not enough I guess. They say opposites attract, but also I am not the type to even be attracted to a guy for longer than a week or 2. I am so indecisive! I met him in August and we have been seeing each other since.
On the day of my trip to Cabo, he told me to get to the airport 2 hours before my departure and obviously that would just be way too early for me so I decided to spend more time in my closet, in front of my mirror applying generous amounts of mascara. Also, it was adamant that I smoked a blunt. I only live 15 minutes away from the airport so I did get there a solid 20 minutes before departure, except I did not know that they would not let me on if I was there before 40 minutes prior. Whoops, I was pretty pissed considering I made an effort to look good and I was not wearing underwear. We had big plans on meeting in the Admirals Club for a quickie at our connecting flight out of Dallas. So instead I had to pay 50 dollars to get on the next flight that was also full of lovely turbulence. The flight also was delayed so as soon as we landed I had to run through the Dallas airport in wedges and a dress with a bunch of crap in my hand. I kind of was stumbling too because I was parshly intoxicated. I somehow made the connecting flight, probably because I was out of breath and tired when I got on the plane and the doors shut right behind me.
After I caught my breath, I sat next to my lover who was cracking up because he find my mess of a character mildly entertaining. The whole time we basically talked about how we wanted to jump each other bones. I felt bad for the guy sitting next to me, my loud, obnoxious voice carries and he probably thought I was some kind of sex fiend. As soon as we landed to our destination we picked up the Jeep Wrangler and cruised off to the glorious Esperanza Hotel. We were staying in his friend’s Villa, who was arriving shortly after us. Our villa had a private pool, jacuzzi, barbeque, patio, backyard, huge TV, bose systems in every room, giant kitchen, huge living room, 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a shower that had a door and view of the backyard oh yeah and our own butler. Mhm, life was pretty sweet.
After my walk around of the Villa, we obviously could not keep our hands away and went at it. Afterward we had beer and sea bass tacos at the pool where his friend we shall name Jorge met us. --The friend’s background is that he makes a phenomenal living, working in the mortgage business (which I still really do not understand). He and his wife have been separated for some time now, and he has a girlfriend who is about 13 years younger than him (not hating). I believe he dated the girlfriend tried to do the whole marriage at the same time, obviously it did not work out so well. He has 3 kids, and his girlfriend had just moved out 2 weeks ago because she wants kids and he does not.
Jorgw was probably the most sincere, nicest friend of my lovers I ever met. I actually sympathized to him because he honestly seemed bummed out about his girlfriend leaving and really loves her. I know this sounds stupid coming from someone like me, but I have a gift for reading people and this guy really wants compainionship. He just seemed so lonely and kept texting his previous girlfriend. He is just having a hard time acheiving a relationship with his children, which is hard during separation, especially if he has a girlfriend.
When we arrived back to our Vila, the butler was making us drinks while my lover asked the butler about weed connections, the next morning our fabulous butler brought us a bag of bud. What are butlers for? Right? Jorge was giving me the low down and showing me pictures of his golf buddy Kid Rock, showing me a picture of Bono 10 feet away from him at a concert. My man and I went to nap before dinner but obviously the nap did not happen, and instead I was on top of him while his buddy definitely heard me...but I don’t think he minded. After I put on this white short dress, I said my dress is so short I can barely move. Next thing I know my guy thought it would be funny and lifted my dress up to reveal my bare ass and suggested I don’t wear underwear. I mean I was all for the fun and getting him off so I did not really care, his friend was pretty happy about the situation considering he saw my ass too.
On the way to dinner, we drove by a massage shop and he made a comment like one of the massage places around here gives other services and I was like ohh a happy ending huh? So then we drove past a massage shop with girls by the door who were eyeballing my guy and his friend. The friend was not too impressed but said, alright alright I can always do that. “It is an option.” I guess his friend thought getting laid was the cure to get over his former girlfriend.
That night was pretty quiet and Jorge ended up with a buster bar from Dairy Queen. However the next day his friend was visiting. His friend we shall call Mac because he is a mac daddy. He just sold his marketing internet company for a ridiculous amount of money, has a private plane and goes to Vegas every weekend. The whole time during the trip he was on the phone placing bets on the NCAA basketball games. His deal was that he was married and he had a separate girlfriend in Vegas. One day his girlfriend called his wife and told her about them. He actually saw her a couple times after that and his wife wanted a divorce. Interesting...
When he arrived I had a great buzz and the three guys were smoking a cigar in the pool talking about woman. The guy from Miami was taking about how all the girls practically wear no clothes and his friends will call them up and say, “man I am on ocean and fifth, I just saw the hottest girl walk by...blah blah...” Then one of the guys brought up a point, he was explaining the typical 21st century date. He suggested if a man takes a woman to dinner and pays for her dinner, then you go over and if you happen to sleep with him, that he basically is paying for sex.
According to him, hookers are great because they leave and are gone before the morning. He thinks one of the main reasons men buy hookers is because they leave. This is an interesting point, because lets face it if a girl is on a date with a pretty attractive guy, and there are sparks flying, if you have a good buzz go over to his place and the mood seems right , a lot of the times the girl ends up in his bed. I felt a bit awkward with the rest of their female talk so I went off to the hot tub.
I also overheard them talking and someone asked my guy about me, and he said she is in college---i know my man was talking about me. I am sure Mac asked him how he does it, or how does it work out...and it made me a bit pissed and sad but mostly because I know he was right. He had the perfect situation I go to school not too far but not too close from him. I am young to the point where I do not want to start a family and not so need.
After we were drinking by the pool, we all were going to dinner at my favorite place! It was pretty funny because we went to the bar and there were two women. One of the woman my lover was talking to for his friend. While he was chatting up this older broad, there was another woman at the bar (but she was with her signifigantly older husband) and the guys were all talking about how she was sooo hott (a little too much plastic surgery, I would say). The nicest friend out of the three, was chatting me up because I think he knew I was a it annoyed my guy was not paying attention to me (which absolutely drives me bonkers sometimes). So his friend was telling me how I was more his type and how he thought blondes were more of my guys thing. Immediately I thought about his wife because I know she is blonde, so I chugged my margarita as fast as you can say Don Julio.
After a couple of minutes my man came over to me and let Mac talk to this broad. This broad looked good for her age, but she was a little weird. She seemed super frail and talked very lightly. We inivited her to join us for dinner, so we all sat down and she came to sit next to me and then complained how she was sick. We all ordered our food, and after I inhaled lobster quesadillas, our entree came and apparently Mac was annoyed with the woman and told my guy to help get rid of her. So, my clever guy says, “Ok guys so we are all having a threesome with Lexa tonight, right?” She immediately stood up, said she was sick and left. She did not even have time to take a bite out of her dish...how unfortunate.
That night Mac already had big plans for the night. He was real into party favors so he found a hookup in the area from a friend who was going to meet us out at the bar. We went to the bar and I was off trying to look for girls for them. None of them seemed good enough for them and also a lot of the girls were too drunk too even realize what I was saying. I was totally trying to sell them. I talked about their Villa and how they would not have to pay for drinks for the rest of the night. But it did not work out as I expected. Also, Mac said he does not do younger girls because he does not do that quote on quote “bullshit” but I did not care what he thought because I liked him the least out of the friends.
Mac’s hook up came with many types of party favors, los drugos y prostitutos! Yup, all of a sudden I am dancing, chatting with the guys and there walks up two girls. They kept smiling at me which freaked me out a bit. One of them was probably 30 and the other a little older. When they arrived, that was our cue to leave and go back to the Villa because we were not riding with any prostiutes. We went back to the VIlla and had our fun, except I broke down and almost cried because I told my lover that I thought he wanted to have sex with one of the hookers more than me and that he pisses me off when he talks about women like whores--lets also note on the side that I drank beer and margaritas all day followed by some drugs. Apparently, he thought I was totally crazy ans assured me that he would never be into that.
The door swung open with the two hookers that were brought over followed by another Mexican with some big knockers. She walked into the kitchen a couple of times that night, and said that she could have a drink because one of the guys told her to get one. When she asked us where the liquor was she was completely naked with her hands trying to cover up her enormous boobs and crotch. Also, she came from upstairs and in order to get upstairs you have to walk outside of the Villa (so you are outside in the resort, where there other hotel guests and residents) and go upstairs to the room.
They also kept eating those mini cinnamon donuts from Costco the boys were obsessed with. I found it pretty hilarious. The next morning, the guys were talking about the hookers. I learned that hookers are not even good for sex because they try to make guys cum as soon as they can so they can leave faster--or well that would be the smart way to go about your job. From what I gathered, the older girl sucked in bed so the bustier one told her she would take over and I guess she got the job done.
The next day the Butler brought us some phenomonal bud and he prepared for us huevos rancheros from scratch-naturally (he was Mexican). Also the night before my man had told me I passed out on him in the middle of sex...which I did not find surprising because I barely remember even having sex with him even though I told his friend that I wanted to fuck him all night long? Yes, this would not be the first time either he has made fun of me the next day because I passed out on him. Opps...
I had some fun with the bud during the day while the boys had their eyes glued to the basketball game. One of the guys kept freaking out because he kept placing bets. My lover asked if I wanted to go dancing that night because it was saturday and he knows I love to dance. We went out dancing pretty late and he thought this girl was really cute. He wanted me to try and talk to her, so I kind of laughed it off and thanked god she walked over to the bar.
Then we spoke to her friend and she informed us this cute girl is 17 years old and that they snuck her into the bar. When I was drunker I tried to talk to the girl just to amuse my guy, but it turned out she did not speak a word of english--again thank the heavens!
The boys were passed out that night. Apparently, they both use viagra and when I asked them about viagra they told me so many guys (my age) use it, which I can believe. I guess you learn something new every day.
Jorge was lonely and looking to get laid so he called up one of the hoes from the previous night to come keep him company. As soon as he popped a viagra he received a call from the hooker informing him she would be unable to service him due to her inability to find a babysitter...in Mexico. Jorge suffered from blue balls the entire night. Mac thought it was the funniest thing in the world. He could not believe the mexican prositiute could not find a sitter when all of the sitters where he lives (Callifornia) are Mexican. Mac said, “How could she not find a sitter in Mexico, she could have asked her sister, mom, neighbor.”
The next day was our final day in paradise so the guys were trying to get their party on. We all walked the beach to try to scope out the ladies and the ones they did find were all taken by younger guys who seemed quite gay. We polished off a couple of rum and cokes and headed out back to the house to refresh, get pumped up... ya know..., and then we were going to grab dinner and try to see what was out there.
When we were at the house getting all refreshed, my lover was obsessed with the short dress I was wearing and thought it would be funny to lift up my dress and flash his friends because again I was not wearing underwear. He did love to show off what he was hitting, especially to his friends. His friend made a comment about snorting something off my vagina and I laughed when he said something because I did not know what else to say really. My guy said he had never seen that done and told him it was up to me. I figured we were on vacation, it was the last night....why not. It’s not like he was going to do anything else down there. Mac walked in on him while i had my dress lifted up on the living room table and he nearly had a heartattack....we decided to leave after that.
There were no females at dinner, nor at the bar so the guys thought it would be the best idea for them to all go to the strip club. When we got to the strip club, there was only one girl dancing who we all found pretty unimpressive. Then a decent looking girl with a neon bandeu and glow in the dark thong came on and walked around the poles...again not too impressive.
Affter she danced, she came over and another girl came over asking us if we wanted a dance. It took atleast 15 minutes for them to ask if we wanted a dance...in the United States that has got to be illegal. What kind of strip club was this? If a stripper did that here, she would be fired for sure. That was the cue for my “sugar daddy” and I to peace. When we left we were exhausted as it was our last night. We took a golf cart ride to our room and he asked me if I had strong feelings for him. I had a couple of drinks in me and decided to fess up. I told him I had developed strong feelings for him and that I really liked him. He said he really liked me too but that I was 20 years old, and that I had my life ahead of me. I was aware of this, I always was. I just never enjoyed spending so much time with a guy before. He seemed so cool about every thing but not when the right things mattered. He never got mad except it was for a good reason. It was a great combination and he was all bout pleasing me....which is pretty rare to find in a male these days. He did not expect to do all the work...again VERY rare among college males.
I had a surprise for him. I changed into a maid costume and met him in the bedroom. He loved it....naturally. As soon as I got on top of him, I heard the door open and Jorge entered in on us and said, “Man I hate when you guys do this!” and left the room. I could hear girls voices and the next day I found out that they brought the hookers home...I was not surprised in the least.
The last day is always a sad one because, in the morning it is the last day I get to wake up next to him. He tells me to come closer and I cuddle up against him and squeeze into my “nook” under his arm where I can rest my head on his chest and totally pretend he is not married or anything... I feel so safe when I am in his arms, it sucks! I hate that the next morning it will all be over and I will wake up in my shitty bed on the floor next to a giant pile of dirty clothes with my laptop right by my lap on fire because it was on all night long.
One time my friend was so fucked up and tired. She was eating queso dip with chips and she was watching her favorite tv Vampire Diaries on one of those illegal websites. The next morning I went into the bathroom and saw my dress she went the night before with something that looked like throw up. Then I walked by her and she was trying to clean the laptop she was using to watch her tv show. Apparently, while she had the queso on her lap before the laptop was on the lower end of her stomach. She managed to fall asleep and the queso spilled all into the keyboards of the laptop. Luckily she had insurance through her school that allowed her to get electronics such as computers fixed, so they fixed her computer but the keys were completely fucked up.
Anyways the last day of Cabo I drank my bloody mary’s worth all the way to my destination. All I could think about was a blunt and how much I dreaded getting into my shitty bed. Damn. Well at least I did not die on my plane. The next day in my spanish class my teacher asked about my trip to Mexico and all I could do was laugh. There was no in hell, I could even talk about the trip...definitely not in espanol .
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Wardrobe Change Much?
So there is this guy, I will name Red because he wore a red condom and for some reasons colored condoms freak me out, or well maybe its because they kind of catch me off guard. Anyways, I have had sex with him before but I did not really remember and I peed his bed....so after that I did not talk to him too much because I was tots embarrassed. I have seen him at the bar acouple of times after that and he has been pretty flirty and nice (christ sakes I am outside and getting eaten by mosquitoes in my jungle of a backyard). The drunk texts have been occurring pretty regularly after seeing Red out a couple of weeks ago. I decided to invite him to the case race we were throwing at our crackhouse. Rules are you had to be attached to your partner before you finished a 24 pack.
I took the liberty of getting handcuffs because I knew they would be useful at some point in the night and other nights for sure ;) I wanted Red to be my partner because I would not mind being handcuffed to him for a while but he had some bullshit to do and said he would come over when he was done...which I was not too sure about. We throw many parties at our house and I usually invite him and he does not come....granted I invite him an hour before we decide that we should even have a party but still--a girl is asking you to come over to a house party which means she will probably get wasted and you could totally sweet talk your way into getting inside her room (believe me, it unfortunately has happened to me too many times).
After I downed 12 beers with my partner and unhandcuffed myself to my partner good sir Red Condom arrived with a bottle of tequilla nonetheless. My favroite choice of liquor! I knew I liked him for a reason. We shmoozed and drank the night away and obviously ended up in my room....there is a shocker. I do not know why I decided to have many wardrobe changes that night but I did...I guess I thought it would be hot if I changed into my maid costume. So I put that baby on while he was laying on my bare mattress because my usual sheets were pissed on and I did not do laundry so there was some sheet on there that basically was not on. Ew...if only he knew.
I got on top of him and there was the red condom on his dick...like flaming red. This night was a blur, but I remember changing into my nurse costume. Ido not know why but I guess I thought it would be a good idea to change into that one too? I got on top of him again in my nurse costume and then he found my vibrator hiding behind my bed. We definitely had fun with that but he was drunk and could not cum which annoyed me but it did not stop me obviously.
I had some serious great sex that night, and hope to adopt him as a regular fuck buddy. He is a pretty good contender I say, and he has a lot of offer down there (if ya know what I mean). Perhaps this could be a usual thing except for the whole not drunk thing. That was probably an absurd amount of wardrobe changes for the night but don’t worry people after we had sex I changed back into my dress, into the party room. I was a little upset though because I lost my handcuffs and wanted to use them...I told him I had found them after he left and he replied “next time.” Now I am hopeful and my sexual needs were satisfied. Successful night. Now I can go watch America’s Great Next Restaurant and visualize myself with Curtis Stone.
I took the liberty of getting handcuffs because I knew they would be useful at some point in the night and other nights for sure ;) I wanted Red to be my partner because I would not mind being handcuffed to him for a while but he had some bullshit to do and said he would come over when he was done...which I was not too sure about. We throw many parties at our house and I usually invite him and he does not come....granted I invite him an hour before we decide that we should even have a party but still--a girl is asking you to come over to a house party which means she will probably get wasted and you could totally sweet talk your way into getting inside her room (believe me, it unfortunately has happened to me too many times).
After I downed 12 beers with my partner and unhandcuffed myself to my partner good sir Red Condom arrived with a bottle of tequilla nonetheless. My favroite choice of liquor! I knew I liked him for a reason. We shmoozed and drank the night away and obviously ended up in my room....there is a shocker. I do not know why I decided to have many wardrobe changes that night but I did...I guess I thought it would be hot if I changed into my maid costume. So I put that baby on while he was laying on my bare mattress because my usual sheets were pissed on and I did not do laundry so there was some sheet on there that basically was not on. Ew...if only he knew.
I got on top of him and there was the red condom on his dick...like flaming red. This night was a blur, but I remember changing into my nurse costume. Ido not know why but I guess I thought it would be a good idea to change into that one too? I got on top of him again in my nurse costume and then he found my vibrator hiding behind my bed. We definitely had fun with that but he was drunk and could not cum which annoyed me but it did not stop me obviously.
I had some serious great sex that night, and hope to adopt him as a regular fuck buddy. He is a pretty good contender I say, and he has a lot of offer down there (if ya know what I mean). Perhaps this could be a usual thing except for the whole not drunk thing. That was probably an absurd amount of wardrobe changes for the night but don’t worry people after we had sex I changed back into my dress, into the party room. I was a little upset though because I lost my handcuffs and wanted to use them...I told him I had found them after he left and he replied “next time.” Now I am hopeful and my sexual needs were satisfied. Successful night. Now I can go watch America’s Great Next Restaurant and visualize myself with Curtis Stone.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Hi Mom.
I love going back to the strong island. I love to indulge myself to free booze, free food, and great times with family...especially when your family is as fucking weird as mine. I arrived to JFK tuesday afternoon, obviously hammered from the excessive amounts of necessary bloody marys. But I gotta say, every time I fly I end up sitting next to older men and they always try to pick me up. Last time it was a lacrosse director-but he did not buy my bloddy marys, therefore he is probably cheap and he was cute but something was not right. On the way to JFK I had the liberty of sitting in between a father and his daughter, who was graduating high school. Her father was a talker. HE did not shut the fuck up the entire plane ride when all I wanted to do was drink and jam.
In the middle of the flight he told his daughter I looked like some girl they knew, so he shows me a picture ( warning me that the picture is a bit risque). Next thing I know I am staring at some exotic indian in lingerie....fucking great. I kind of just laughed and then got up to the bathroom to puke. I did not actually puke but I think I tried to.
I arrived to JFK pissed as ever because my moms boyfriend was lost trying to pick me up and I was drunk, hungry and wanted to go home. Especially because I have been at the god damn airport every weekend this month. I think I should move in there, I am not even fully moved into my house and I have lived here since August....opps.
Let me just give you the low down of what happened within the first night of my arrival:
1. My BFF is a drug dealer and brought me some herbs-got super high on my porch-my little sitter saw me and cried because she is now worried I will die? Maybe I should smoke more around here..because she sure never cared about me before...jut kidding but seriously...
2. Little sister then found my herbs and showed my mom. My mom covered for me and told her they were herbs from my roommates garden.
3. I scammed my little brother into giving me mad cash to get him alcohol so naturally I got him a little thing of Popov (by his facial expression, you would have thought the bottle came from heaven.little did he know how much that shit burns!) Oh yeah and he ended up getting alcohol poisoning
4. I am drunk.
5. Wednesday night I was too high to move.
Now for friday night-most of it is a blur. Let me start off with the morning after, I managed to get my lazy ass up from bed feeling MISERABLE, and then I swayed over to my bathroom where my two little eyes spied half a j side by side with a lighter by my sink? I stumbled around my house, confused about my night, ended up in the basement and found my jeans, and big black boots I wore the night before.
Fuck. It hits me- I was at my friend's party last night....and I brought home Matt (my friend from high school).
a. why the hell did I have sex with Matt?
b. I briefly remember the encounter with my mom last night....and I am pretty sure she ran into Matt too.
Oh and shit I realize I am supposed to go meet my friend for coffee...except I cannot find my purse. Then I started to think if I wore a jacket. I could not even remember what the fuck jacket I was wearing. I texted the girl whose house I was at and it turned out thankfully she had it. Next thing I know-I cannot find my fucking ipod. If you know me....my ipod is my life.
I drive over to the girl's house and pick up my jacket with my LICENSE, DEBIT CARD, AND IPOD! Whoa...thank god everyone was too shitfaced to make a robbery. Then I call my friend from last night and try to piece my night together. It turns out after chugging margartias, I arrived at the party, came out of a bathroom within the first five minutes and told my friend I made out with some guy 2 years younger than I? I basically gave every male my sex eyes and flrted hard core. On the way home, Matt and I were making out in my friends car and all my friends were so confused.
I am even more confused. When I got home my mom told me I could not have any boys trying to come over again. That night I went to the bars, came home and was convinced there was a man under my bed. I kept waking my mom up and she finally came into my room and found my cat....I would say I had a successful thanksgiving break with my family. Every day at 5PM it was happy hour in my house. What more could you ask for?
In the middle of the flight he told his daughter I looked like some girl they knew, so he shows me a picture ( warning me that the picture is a bit risque). Next thing I know I am staring at some exotic indian in lingerie....fucking great. I kind of just laughed and then got up to the bathroom to puke. I did not actually puke but I think I tried to.
I arrived to JFK pissed as ever because my moms boyfriend was lost trying to pick me up and I was drunk, hungry and wanted to go home. Especially because I have been at the god damn airport every weekend this month. I think I should move in there, I am not even fully moved into my house and I have lived here since August....opps.
Let me just give you the low down of what happened within the first night of my arrival:
1. My BFF is a drug dealer and brought me some herbs-got super high on my porch-my little sitter saw me and cried because she is now worried I will die? Maybe I should smoke more around here..because she sure never cared about me before...jut kidding but seriously...
2. Little sister then found my herbs and showed my mom. My mom covered for me and told her they were herbs from my roommates garden.
3. I scammed my little brother into giving me mad cash to get him alcohol so naturally I got him a little thing of Popov (by his facial expression, you would have thought the bottle came from heaven.little did he know how much that shit burns!) Oh yeah and he ended up getting alcohol poisoning
4. I am drunk.
5. Wednesday night I was too high to move.
Now for friday night-most of it is a blur. Let me start off with the morning after, I managed to get my lazy ass up from bed feeling MISERABLE, and then I swayed over to my bathroom where my two little eyes spied half a j side by side with a lighter by my sink? I stumbled around my house, confused about my night, ended up in the basement and found my jeans, and big black boots I wore the night before.
Fuck. It hits me- I was at my friend's party last night....and I brought home Matt (my friend from high school).
a. why the hell did I have sex with Matt?
b. I briefly remember the encounter with my mom last night....and I am pretty sure she ran into Matt too.
Oh and shit I realize I am supposed to go meet my friend for coffee...except I cannot find my purse. Then I started to think if I wore a jacket. I could not even remember what the fuck jacket I was wearing. I texted the girl whose house I was at and it turned out thankfully she had it. Next thing I know-I cannot find my fucking ipod. If you know me....my ipod is my life.
I drive over to the girl's house and pick up my jacket with my LICENSE, DEBIT CARD, AND IPOD! Whoa...thank god everyone was too shitfaced to make a robbery. Then I call my friend from last night and try to piece my night together. It turns out after chugging margartias, I arrived at the party, came out of a bathroom within the first five minutes and told my friend I made out with some guy 2 years younger than I? I basically gave every male my sex eyes and flrted hard core. On the way home, Matt and I were making out in my friends car and all my friends were so confused.
I am even more confused. When I got home my mom told me I could not have any boys trying to come over again. That night I went to the bars, came home and was convinced there was a man under my bed. I kept waking my mom up and she finally came into my room and found my cat....I would say I had a successful thanksgiving break with my family. Every day at 5PM it was happy hour in my house. What more could you ask for?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Hallo-who?
I manage to attract clingers. Ladies, you know what I mean. Say you are at a bar and you meet a guy, and then throughout the night you notice he keeps finding you and is adamant about getting ya digits. Clingers tend to be losers, but at first he usually seems cool, and then it is like THIS WHOLE OTHER PERSON comes out and you want to kill him. When he asked for my fucking number I should have COULD HAVE WOULD HAVE gave him the Tampa rejection hot line. That kid almost made my fucking phone explode from all the god dam text messages he sent like a pussy. I hate the word pussy too, I never use it-only when someone REALLY deserves it and let me tell you this guy was such a pussy.
It is friday night, I am wearing my pink crop top and white linen pants and super cute navy hat, mostly everyone else was dressed in their halloween costume. Most of my night went by, as I repeatedly responded I am not wearing a costume, I am me! And people thought I was not only drunk, but retarded. Ehh, not like I haven't heard it before. I probably am semi retarded from the amount of alcohol I consume. I am drinking a blood mary as we speak. I had a headache, and drank one and now feel way better. Yup, I think its safe to admit I am officially an alcoholic. I live every day like its my last anyways, so its all good.
Jesus christ am I rambling or what. Ok, so I keep making my rounds around the bar and end up talking to this guy in a chef costume. This is the most awful thing about Halloween costumes-who knows what the fuck is underneath their costume????? I am an idiot and really did not think that through either. I should have at least found a sexy clinger, but then again they never are sexy...are they?
I end up conversing about New York, and Dexter (like my two favorites thing) to this guy from New York in a fucking Dexter costume. Cool!-Yeah right. I thought he was cool and interesting to talk to, so like a drunken fool I gave him my number and shortly grew regretful. Well in my defense he did say we could smoke a blunt after happy hour....and how good does a blunt sound after like 9549835 mixed drinks at Happy Hour. I could not say no to a blunt.
He came back over and yes we had sex. Like I do not even want to discuss, he was decent looking but THE GUY DID NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP. He came into the girls and I house and kept rambling about the frat boys who lived there previously. Everyone in my house wanted to kill him because he was so annoying. He also was obsessed with me, no joke people. I told him my dad worked in the produce company and how he sells corn--the kid freaked out.
He then left to go home to get a pizza and more weed I think, so he came back over and I think we had sex again..ew Like I enjoyed it at the time but now I want to kill myself knowing who annoying and clinging he is now. I swear this guy must have been like a virgin or something. I fell asleep and my roomies came home at around 3 and found him on our couch eating a pizza watching t.v....do one night stands usually do that?
I should reevaluate the next one night stand I have. CLEARLY, these men are getting out of hand. The next day was Halloween and honestly, I am not exagerating he texted me maybe twenty times between the time he left and the time I left for Cabo. HE kept asking where I was and then called me rude for not answering me. He then asked if we could talk about the city and Dexter and how he missed me. Then after I ignored for him for 24 hours, he texted me the next day telling me he did not want to have sex and just wanted to smoke and hang out with me because he thought I was cool.
Like i haven't heard that one before you clever dumb shit. He has not talked to me in a couple of days which has been refreshing but let me paste the message he inboxed me on facebook:
Subject: I know you gots a Man or whatever in yo life (pssshhh)
November 5 at 12:28pm Report
corn girl--Alex babygirrl-- buttt if you ever get uninvolved with him or are ever in NY again I wanna talk more about your dad and corn, your stylish clothes you wear, and
how you can build some easy shelves for your bedroom to make it not so messy :-D
sorry for that weird whole miscommunication last week or whatever it was.
cool pic but be easy now playa, keep it fresh
I know exactly what you are thinking. The first thing I thought was, oh my god I hope he's drunk. The second thing I thought was omg did I really have sex with this loser? Poor guy, I really hope he was on something for his own sake of being a human form in this world because people like that cannot be serious. and the miscommunication HA--more like I DID NOT COMMUNICATE BACK TO YOU. Did he really not get that? I think I meet every type of wrong guy you are not supposed to end up with. Are there ANY normal guys out there!? And are you like hiding behind your Wii? I am giving up...maybe. It is possible that we are all just weird.
It is friday night, I am wearing my pink crop top and white linen pants and super cute navy hat, mostly everyone else was dressed in their halloween costume. Most of my night went by, as I repeatedly responded I am not wearing a costume, I am me! And people thought I was not only drunk, but retarded. Ehh, not like I haven't heard it before. I probably am semi retarded from the amount of alcohol I consume. I am drinking a blood mary as we speak. I had a headache, and drank one and now feel way better. Yup, I think its safe to admit I am officially an alcoholic. I live every day like its my last anyways, so its all good.
Jesus christ am I rambling or what. Ok, so I keep making my rounds around the bar and end up talking to this guy in a chef costume. This is the most awful thing about Halloween costumes-who knows what the fuck is underneath their costume????? I am an idiot and really did not think that through either. I should have at least found a sexy clinger, but then again they never are sexy...are they?
I end up conversing about New York, and Dexter (like my two favorites thing) to this guy from New York in a fucking Dexter costume. Cool!-Yeah right. I thought he was cool and interesting to talk to, so like a drunken fool I gave him my number and shortly grew regretful. Well in my defense he did say we could smoke a blunt after happy hour....and how good does a blunt sound after like 9549835 mixed drinks at Happy Hour. I could not say no to a blunt.
He came back over and yes we had sex. Like I do not even want to discuss, he was decent looking but THE GUY DID NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP. He came into the girls and I house and kept rambling about the frat boys who lived there previously. Everyone in my house wanted to kill him because he was so annoying. He also was obsessed with me, no joke people. I told him my dad worked in the produce company and how he sells corn--the kid freaked out.
He then left to go home to get a pizza and more weed I think, so he came back over and I think we had sex again..ew Like I enjoyed it at the time but now I want to kill myself knowing who annoying and clinging he is now. I swear this guy must have been like a virgin or something. I fell asleep and my roomies came home at around 3 and found him on our couch eating a pizza watching t.v....do one night stands usually do that?
I should reevaluate the next one night stand I have. CLEARLY, these men are getting out of hand. The next day was Halloween and honestly, I am not exagerating he texted me maybe twenty times between the time he left and the time I left for Cabo. HE kept asking where I was and then called me rude for not answering me. He then asked if we could talk about the city and Dexter and how he missed me. Then after I ignored for him for 24 hours, he texted me the next day telling me he did not want to have sex and just wanted to smoke and hang out with me because he thought I was cool.
Like i haven't heard that one before you clever dumb shit. He has not talked to me in a couple of days which has been refreshing but let me paste the message he inboxed me on facebook:
Subject: I know you gots a Man or whatever in yo life (pssshhh)
November 5 at 12:28pm Report
corn girl--Alex babygirrl-- buttt if you ever get uninvolved with him or are ever in NY again I wanna talk more about your dad and corn, your stylish clothes you wear, and
how you can build some easy shelves for your bedroom to make it not so messy :-D
sorry for that weird whole miscommunication last week or whatever it was.
cool pic but be easy now playa, keep it fresh
I know exactly what you are thinking. The first thing I thought was, oh my god I hope he's drunk. The second thing I thought was omg did I really have sex with this loser? Poor guy, I really hope he was on something for his own sake of being a human form in this world because people like that cannot be serious. and the miscommunication HA--more like I DID NOT COMMUNICATE BACK TO YOU. Did he really not get that? I think I meet every type of wrong guy you are not supposed to end up with. Are there ANY normal guys out there!? And are you like hiding behind your Wii? I am giving up...maybe. It is possible that we are all just weird.
Cabo: ROUND TWO
Yes bitches. I was cordially invited to Cabo again. The plan was I going to leave sunday (the day of halloween) at 4AM. I was going to leave CAbo on tuesday because my teacher would kill me if I missed his class wednesday. Luckily, I did not get too shitfaced so I was able to make my flight and I did not fall asleep on the way to the airport this time! I did pack when I was drunk though so when I reached security I was treated like a terrorist because I packed my entire bathroom into my carry on. I had to throw out all my face wash, lotions and hair products...lesson learned-do not pack while consuming alcohol, especially on the saturday night before Halloween.
I successfully got on my plane and woke up in Dallas, to that over enormous airport. I guess everything in Dallas is bigger! I sit by our terminal for Cabo and was waiting for my man to get off his plane. I tried to look really busy and not like I was anxiously, waiting for him (not that I was or anything....). I got on my laptop and then I looked at my phone and he messaged me that he landed. I told him where I was and I looked up and saw him walking holding a box of chocolates for me! He knows how much I love those chocolate covered oreos and strawberries :)
The first thing he said was that we have to change my ticket to leave wednesday with him. I thought for five seconds while biting my scrumtious oreo and said to myself...I am going to Cabo for free until tuesday with a sexy man...I would be crazy to say no. After too many first class bloody marys on the plane to Cabo, and many pesos later we changed my ticket to wednesday. On the plane we kept sneaking kisses and could not wait to reach our destination. He was so happy when we arrived, flaunting his spanish skills and saying hi to everyone who remembers him. He loves feeling like a little celebrity to those mexicans, god he is so cocky.
We made love late that day and did not plan on leaving bed until the next morning. In our hotel room there was even a little pool! We did not take advantage of that like I thought we would. The next day his friends came into town. Uh oh. They each brought a girlfriend as well. One of the men was single, and the other was what they call "I am going through a rough patch right now," (meaning i am married but it sucks so I need to have a girl on the side). His friends were happy to see me and wanted me to come on this trip because I keep the party alive and more importantly find them all girls.
After we saw the boys and their accessories, the man and I took a long drive out to the middle of nowhere so he could get some Surf in. On the way there I decided to excite him into giving him a little roadhead. He naturally went wild and we had to pull over in the middle of the desert to have sex. There is nothing better than some hot sweaty mexican sex, only if you have a nice cold Pacifico (mexican beer) afterwards
That night all the "couples" headed over to the pregame house so his butler could prepare us Maragaritas, then we were going to grab sushi, more drinks, and then dance our asses off. I was on a mission to get shitfaced that night because I had a nurse costume I wanted to wear when we got back. After dancing we all squeezed in a cab and every one was attacking their dates, one of the girls even went down on her man in the cab. I don't know if I could do that yo. She had some skill though, I could barely tell she was!
I dressed up in my sexy costume and he loved it. We role played a little which is always fun to me and stayed up for a very long time. The next day and night, we basically hung out and made love-same old same old. I was so sad to leave Cabo again, but I think I will be back there sooner than I think! THe fun did not end there either.
On the plane ride back to Dallas, we were drinking bloody marys like we were flying into our deathbed. When we got off the plane, he could barely walk and I was just giggling. We talked about sex probably the entire two and a half hour flight. He was hard, I was horny and sad he was leaving and wanted him once more. Before our connecting flight departed we went to the shower room at the Admirals Club and had steamy passionate sex.
It was so great because they were closing up the showers so we had to be quick and quiet and it would be the last time until I see him again on a random weekend. Airport sex and desert sex. I love firsts!
I successfully got on my plane and woke up in Dallas, to that over enormous airport. I guess everything in Dallas is bigger! I sit by our terminal for Cabo and was waiting for my man to get off his plane. I tried to look really busy and not like I was anxiously, waiting for him (not that I was or anything....). I got on my laptop and then I looked at my phone and he messaged me that he landed. I told him where I was and I looked up and saw him walking holding a box of chocolates for me! He knows how much I love those chocolate covered oreos and strawberries :)
The first thing he said was that we have to change my ticket to leave wednesday with him. I thought for five seconds while biting my scrumtious oreo and said to myself...I am going to Cabo for free until tuesday with a sexy man...I would be crazy to say no. After too many first class bloody marys on the plane to Cabo, and many pesos later we changed my ticket to wednesday. On the plane we kept sneaking kisses and could not wait to reach our destination. He was so happy when we arrived, flaunting his spanish skills and saying hi to everyone who remembers him. He loves feeling like a little celebrity to those mexicans, god he is so cocky.
We made love late that day and did not plan on leaving bed until the next morning. In our hotel room there was even a little pool! We did not take advantage of that like I thought we would. The next day his friends came into town. Uh oh. They each brought a girlfriend as well. One of the men was single, and the other was what they call "I am going through a rough patch right now," (meaning i am married but it sucks so I need to have a girl on the side). His friends were happy to see me and wanted me to come on this trip because I keep the party alive and more importantly find them all girls.
After we saw the boys and their accessories, the man and I took a long drive out to the middle of nowhere so he could get some Surf in. On the way there I decided to excite him into giving him a little roadhead. He naturally went wild and we had to pull over in the middle of the desert to have sex. There is nothing better than some hot sweaty mexican sex, only if you have a nice cold Pacifico (mexican beer) afterwards
That night all the "couples" headed over to the pregame house so his butler could prepare us Maragaritas, then we were going to grab sushi, more drinks, and then dance our asses off. I was on a mission to get shitfaced that night because I had a nurse costume I wanted to wear when we got back. After dancing we all squeezed in a cab and every one was attacking their dates, one of the girls even went down on her man in the cab. I don't know if I could do that yo. She had some skill though, I could barely tell she was!
I dressed up in my sexy costume and he loved it. We role played a little which is always fun to me and stayed up for a very long time. The next day and night, we basically hung out and made love-same old same old. I was so sad to leave Cabo again, but I think I will be back there sooner than I think! THe fun did not end there either.
On the plane ride back to Dallas, we were drinking bloody marys like we were flying into our deathbed. When we got off the plane, he could barely walk and I was just giggling. We talked about sex probably the entire two and a half hour flight. He was hard, I was horny and sad he was leaving and wanted him once more. Before our connecting flight departed we went to the shower room at the Admirals Club and had steamy passionate sex.
It was so great because they were closing up the showers so we had to be quick and quiet and it would be the last time until I see him again on a random weekend. Airport sex and desert sex. I love firsts!
Stay Classy Now
My sugardaddy and I have been seeing each other sporadically on weekends and such. One night my favorite dark chocolate car driver came to pick me up in his suit and tie to take me to The Ritz to meet up with my not so much man of mine...but whatever. We go to our room and it naturally has a balcony and is super nice and spacious. He also brought party favors. They are called poppers, they are some kind of nitrate that gets released when you pop this seal. It releases this aroma that makes you feel super relaxed and heightens your orgasm.
I wanted him so bad! And he wanted me just as badly..hehe....he slowly undressed me and we made such great love!!!! Please, try a popper. I had never felt so relaxed during sex. It was amazing. We went on for a while, napped and then wanted to go eat. Fabulous Sex and I was yet to go to a delicious dinner...I loved life. We went to dinner and I was sipping on a super strong Martini. The bartenders were trying to figure out how we knew each other. At first we said family and they knew we were full of shit, especially because we cannot keep out hands away from each other or our flirtacious looks.
After my second martini I wanted to go back to the hotel and take him down. I just love older men, I don't know if the ones I just meet but I feel like they are so confident and sexy and I do like how he takes control sometimes. After we shared a yummy piece of cheesecake we sped away in his Porsche convertible and I felt so good! We came back to the hotel smoked a blunt and I am sure you can guess the rest.
The next morning we ordered breakfast in bed and the man who brought it up called me Mrs...so and so and I nearly had a heart attack. He left for a meeting after breakfast and before I had to leave I scoped out the room for goodies. I had to quickly grab some freebies, like towels, utensils, shampoo...I almost grabbed the blow drier too. It's not like I was paying that room bill. That night my dad came into town and he stayed at the hotel right next to The Ritz. Life is too bizarre.
I wanted him so bad! And he wanted me just as badly..hehe....he slowly undressed me and we made such great love!!!! Please, try a popper. I had never felt so relaxed during sex. It was amazing. We went on for a while, napped and then wanted to go eat. Fabulous Sex and I was yet to go to a delicious dinner...I loved life. We went to dinner and I was sipping on a super strong Martini. The bartenders were trying to figure out how we knew each other. At first we said family and they knew we were full of shit, especially because we cannot keep out hands away from each other or our flirtacious looks.
After my second martini I wanted to go back to the hotel and take him down. I just love older men, I don't know if the ones I just meet but I feel like they are so confident and sexy and I do like how he takes control sometimes. After we shared a yummy piece of cheesecake we sped away in his Porsche convertible and I felt so good! We came back to the hotel smoked a blunt and I am sure you can guess the rest.
The next morning we ordered breakfast in bed and the man who brought it up called me Mrs...so and so and I nearly had a heart attack. He left for a meeting after breakfast and before I had to leave I scoped out the room for goodies. I had to quickly grab some freebies, like towels, utensils, shampoo...I almost grabbed the blow drier too. It's not like I was paying that room bill. That night my dad came into town and he stayed at the hotel right next to The Ritz. Life is too bizarre.
FUCK Four Locos.
The semester has begun, and Lexa has tried to chill because she has grown fond of her sugardaddy, yes some sexual incidents have spring up. My BAC level and hormone level can only stay low for such a short period.
Have you ever heard of Four Lokos?
If you have one, if you didn't black out-there is something wrong with you.
two-I heard the FDA is questioning whether caffine and alcohol should be combined in the drink and MAY GET BANNED!- So I am not crazy people. Check this out if you do not believe me for yourself!
So one night I went to dollar beers extremely blazed and took advantage of some beers. It was about 8:30 and I could only stay out until 10 because my Latin Fever girlfriend was coming over. Yes I was going to get drunk tonight.
Per our phone conversation earlier, she asked if I wanted to get Four Lokos before we went out (yes I was going to go out after dollar beers), I told her I had no idea what the fuck that was. She could not believe I never heard of them! Apparently it was the cool thing to do-wow I love not living on campus.
Also, this drink was super easy to get. All I had to do was go to the gas station and bam they had a couple of flavors. My spicy friend said grape was the best so I grabbed two. I have tried fruit punch after I had this Four Lokos and it tasted like ass.
I end up going to dollar beers and I get a pretty good buzz. It reaches about 10 and all I want to do is go home and smoke a fat blunt. This is why I cannot make plans.
Spicy Fever calls me to inform me she is on the way, and I did not want to cancel on her because I know she was looking forward to going out. She comes over and my eyes are on the verge of closing. I thought maybe any other person would say, oh Lexa you are so tired...maybe we should not go out..but NAY this girl was from Miami -I should have known better. Those Latins do not sleep. God bless their crazy partying asses
I whip out the Four Lokos and I got the rundown on how to drink a Four Lokos the proper college pregaming way. I was told that you are supposed to chug a Four Lokos while smoking a cigerette so you cannot taste how nasty a Four Loko was. I did not mind the taste though. I luckily already had my makeup done, so I threw on a dress, chugged and walked over to the club.
I do not remember a lot from being out. I will tell you that I met a Turksih DJ that my girlfriend knew. He was different looking, but still hott in a weird Adrian Brody way. He was a DJ too, which I think is pretty sexy. I woke up in the morning to this Turkish guy all over me cuddling. FUCK...we have a cuddler on our hands.
He would not leave my bed for what seemed an eternity. We woke up super late around 11 and he did not leave until 1. He wanted to hang out with me and get breakfast too? Guys are fucking weird sometimes. Hello I just met you last night and I do not even remember your name. I think we had sex that morning too and he kept saying how great it was and I kept wanting him to leave.
Finally he left and he wanted me to go out with him that night!!!! I did not want to go out with him so he came to my house to get me to go out. I had just come home from Happy Hour and I was super lit. He was trying to get me to go to this indie, retro cool bar with a different alternative scene. I was in my happy hour shit attire and not sporting a swanky attire so I said I did not want to go out. Before we got to his house he stopped and got Red bull to try to get me to wake up! -What a fucking freak.
He kept saying that we'll have so much fun blah blah blah and I did not even have an ID. He then asked if I wanted to go home because clearly I was not having a good time with him, so I said yes! That mother fucking controlling Turk brought me to his house. He brought me to his house and five minutes later he left to go out. I passed out and the next morning he wanted to go to lunch and the thrift store and I did not want to jack with him. He brought me home and I ignored him for a while, while he texted me all the time. He finally got the point.
He sent me a picture of himself sticking up the middle finger after I texted him that I was not interested in him, and that there is someone else. Turkish men are controlling-LADIES STAY AWAY. Fuck that Turkish Delight.
P.S. The next time I had Four Lokos I had one and a half, went to a bar and could only stay there for twenty minutes because I was falling over AS SOON AS I GOT THERE. I am proud to say I have not had a Four Lokos since. I'll stick to shots of my dirty Skol.
Have you ever heard of Four Lokos?
If you have one, if you didn't black out-there is something wrong with you.
two-I heard the FDA is questioning whether caffine and alcohol should be combined in the drink and MAY GET BANNED!- So I am not crazy people. Check this out if you do not believe me for yourself!
So one night I went to dollar beers extremely blazed and took advantage of some beers. It was about 8:30 and I could only stay out until 10 because my Latin Fever girlfriend was coming over. Yes I was going to get drunk tonight.
Per our phone conversation earlier, she asked if I wanted to get Four Lokos before we went out (yes I was going to go out after dollar beers), I told her I had no idea what the fuck that was. She could not believe I never heard of them! Apparently it was the cool thing to do-wow I love not living on campus.
Also, this drink was super easy to get. All I had to do was go to the gas station and bam they had a couple of flavors. My spicy friend said grape was the best so I grabbed two. I have tried fruit punch after I had this Four Lokos and it tasted like ass.
I end up going to dollar beers and I get a pretty good buzz. It reaches about 10 and all I want to do is go home and smoke a fat blunt. This is why I cannot make plans.
Spicy Fever calls me to inform me she is on the way, and I did not want to cancel on her because I know she was looking forward to going out. She comes over and my eyes are on the verge of closing. I thought maybe any other person would say, oh Lexa you are so tired...maybe we should not go out..but NAY this girl was from Miami -I should have known better. Those Latins do not sleep. God bless their crazy partying asses
I whip out the Four Lokos and I got the rundown on how to drink a Four Lokos the proper college pregaming way. I was told that you are supposed to chug a Four Lokos while smoking a cigerette so you cannot taste how nasty a Four Loko was. I did not mind the taste though. I luckily already had my makeup done, so I threw on a dress, chugged and walked over to the club.
I do not remember a lot from being out. I will tell you that I met a Turksih DJ that my girlfriend knew. He was different looking, but still hott in a weird Adrian Brody way. He was a DJ too, which I think is pretty sexy. I woke up in the morning to this Turkish guy all over me cuddling. FUCK...we have a cuddler on our hands.
He would not leave my bed for what seemed an eternity. We woke up super late around 11 and he did not leave until 1. He wanted to hang out with me and get breakfast too? Guys are fucking weird sometimes. Hello I just met you last night and I do not even remember your name. I think we had sex that morning too and he kept saying how great it was and I kept wanting him to leave.
Finally he left and he wanted me to go out with him that night!!!! I did not want to go out with him so he came to my house to get me to go out. I had just come home from Happy Hour and I was super lit. He was trying to get me to go to this indie, retro cool bar with a different alternative scene. I was in my happy hour shit attire and not sporting a swanky attire so I said I did not want to go out. Before we got to his house he stopped and got Red bull to try to get me to wake up! -What a fucking freak.
He kept saying that we'll have so much fun blah blah blah and I did not even have an ID. He then asked if I wanted to go home because clearly I was not having a good time with him, so I said yes! That mother fucking controlling Turk brought me to his house. He brought me to his house and five minutes later he left to go out. I passed out and the next morning he wanted to go to lunch and the thrift store and I did not want to jack with him. He brought me home and I ignored him for a while, while he texted me all the time. He finally got the point.
He sent me a picture of himself sticking up the middle finger after I texted him that I was not interested in him, and that there is someone else. Turkish men are controlling-LADIES STAY AWAY. Fuck that Turkish Delight.
P.S. The next time I had Four Lokos I had one and a half, went to a bar and could only stay there for twenty minutes because I was falling over AS SOON AS I GOT THERE. I am proud to say I have not had a Four Lokos since. I'll stick to shots of my dirty Skol.
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