Whine and Cheese
So I think I may have a psuedo stalker. And it's all Nic's fault.
Not too long ago, our good friends Mr. EuroTrash and Mr. Flonaise threw a house-warming party. All the BFFs were there: Ms. Cunt - which means Goddess - and her man Mr. 40, Mr. BeefCake, Mr. Molester, and several others. I had invited Mr. JWU; partly because I wanted to have someone to smoke with, and partly to see how Pocahontas and Juan Smith would react. More on them later.
Shortly after I arrived, so did Nic. With his date, Mr. ASL.
I was not feeling that great, and was eager to smoke, so Mr. JWU and I left. I took him to his car, stopped for some smokes, and headed to my house with Mr. JWU following. We arrived shortly thereafter and smoked it up.
When I smoke, I get horny. And usually, I act on that feeling. This was no exception. Mr. JWU and I laid together on the couch and watched Sex and the City. We continued with some making out and all that the stuff.
The night ended after he gave me head and I passed out. I hope he wasn't expecting to get off too, because I can be a selfish bitch when I am high.
I woke up to find him downstairs on the couch. It was a bit of a shock to see him here; I had kinda expected him to be gone when I woke up. Oh well... Can't win 'em all.
I went outside to have my ritual morning cigarette, and was joined by Nic only moments later. I finished my cigarette as he lit his "Marlby 27" and gave me the scoop on the previous nights events that I had missed. Apparently, Mr. Homosexuality had made his way around the room, if you know what I mean. Also, he and Mr. ASL didn't end there night til about 4 AM.
Oh yea, Mr. ASL was sleeping in Nic's room as we spoke.
Hours later, or so it seemed, Mr. JWU had left and Mr. ASL had finally gotten his ass out of Nic's bed. With some time and encouragement, we managed to get him out of the house too.
Now, over a week later, I am getting IMs from Mr. ASL nearly every time I hop on the Gaytabase. Sometimes I talk to him, sometimes I don't. More frequently, the latter.
Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, but all he does is hit on me and complain about his life. It's really annoying, to say the least.
Pretty soon Mr. Nice Guy is going to have to be a little less nice and block his whining ass.
♥
Not too long ago, our good friends Mr. EuroTrash and Mr. Flonaise threw a house-warming party. All the BFFs were there: Ms. Cunt - which means Goddess - and her man Mr. 40, Mr. BeefCake, Mr. Molester, and several others. I had invited Mr. JWU; partly because I wanted to have someone to smoke with, and partly to see how Pocahontas and Juan Smith would react. More on them later.
Shortly after I arrived, so did Nic. With his date, Mr. ASL.
I was not feeling that great, and was eager to smoke, so Mr. JWU and I left. I took him to his car, stopped for some smokes, and headed to my house with Mr. JWU following. We arrived shortly thereafter and smoked it up.
When I smoke, I get horny. And usually, I act on that feeling. This was no exception. Mr. JWU and I laid together on the couch and watched Sex and the City. We continued with some making out and all that the stuff.
The night ended after he gave me head and I passed out. I hope he wasn't expecting to get off too, because I can be a selfish bitch when I am high.
I woke up to find him downstairs on the couch. It was a bit of a shock to see him here; I had kinda expected him to be gone when I woke up. Oh well... Can't win 'em all.
I went outside to have my ritual morning cigarette, and was joined by Nic only moments later. I finished my cigarette as he lit his "Marlby 27" and gave me the scoop on the previous nights events that I had missed. Apparently, Mr. Homosexuality had made his way around the room, if you know what I mean. Also, he and Mr. ASL didn't end there night til about 4 AM.
Oh yea, Mr. ASL was sleeping in Nic's room as we spoke.
Hours later, or so it seemed, Mr. JWU had left and Mr. ASL had finally gotten his ass out of Nic's bed. With some time and encouragement, we managed to get him out of the house too.
Now, over a week later, I am getting IMs from Mr. ASL nearly every time I hop on the Gaytabase. Sometimes I talk to him, sometimes I don't. More frequently, the latter.
Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, but all he does is hit on me and complain about his life. It's really annoying, to say the least.
Pretty soon Mr. Nice Guy is going to have to be a little less nice and block his whining ass.
♥
posted by Eric at 2:24 PM
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