Well truth be told, we did see each other at two functions last month but the tone of said functions were not of a jovial, social nature and to the second of which, you brought your spouse, so yeah .... much different.
I was pleasantly surprised to see you last night. While dancing, a mutual friend introduced me to your friend and was about to introduce you and I when we realized that was not necessary. We immediately kissed, embraced and like all other times were glued to each other's side for the rest of the night.
I have no idea what it is about you ... but I'm so fucking in love with you!
I honestly can not believe how stupid you really are. The shit that comes out of your mouth is rediculous! You're wasting my time and you're wasting our teacher's time. Your inability to grasp the simplest of concepts is beyond me. I don't even know what to say.
You know I practically ran right into you because rather than open the door in front of you, you opted to press the handicap automatic door open button and stood there waiting as it slowly opened. You're a fucking lazy shit-for-brains douche bag. You seriously held up several people walking behind you because you couldn't open a fucking door! You're not handicapped! Don't be so fucking lazy!
I was surprised to hear from you on Saturday. You were surprised to hear that. You'd been having a bad week and prefer to isolate yourself from others when that happens.
That's odd. I couldn't help but notice your Facebook status indicating that you were enjoying your birthday week. You even changed you MSN message while I was chatting with you to indicate your birthday celebrations were going "full tilt".
I didn't engage you in much conversation as I had plans with the ex and wished you a good day and signed off. Curiousity got the better of me this morning and I happened upon your Facebook page again. Didn't take much for me to determine that someone else was in town to celebrate your birthday with you.
No hard feelings. Seriously. The sex was great. Maybe another time. But I'm far too good for you.
It was really nice to see you this weekend. I had fun.
I wasn't expecting the sexual advance last night while in bed though. I know you wanted to do it. Sorry hon, you can't have your cake and eat it too. You have someone waiting for you back home now; are you going to tell them about how much you wanted me this weekend?
You really made it clear you were interested in me and hoped everything you were telling me would not scare me off. I originally didn't think we'd last past day ....er night 1, but was open to giving it a shot. Now, I haven't heard from you since Monday.
I'm not insecure and I don't require constant attention but your complete unresponsiveness following the week we had last amounts to lying.
Don't bother calling me this weekend. My ex is moments from boarding a plane headed for my place. I'll be busy.
I originally called you "Bad Dye Job" a while back because your hair was suspiciously jet black. I call you "Giant" now just because you're abnormally big. Perhaps I need to watch your hair more closely though. Today it had an odd redish-brown hue to it. You're not fooling anyone sweetie but go back to the original colour. This one is just weird.
It's a good thing I decided to clean out my inbox of old messages. I had totally forgotten about you. You had sent me a message back in June that I just replied to this weekend - sorry about that. REALLY sorry actually.
We'd actually never met in person before so when we did just the other day, I was pleasantly surprised. Ok let's just get to the good stuff. Yadda yadda yadda, we're doing it. When I reached into your pants, I swear I thought that thing was going to come flying at me and bruise my face! It probably weighs as much as I do! It's really quite impressive.
I've just got home now from our second "date". I use that term loosely considering I left your place with my underwear in my bag and my low rise jeans riding dangerously close to the pube exposure level. I'm pretty sure we'll be getting together again. I don't know, however, what if anything will become of this but you know what? For now, I really don't care.
