Worked another really really really long day. We're talking feet barking up a storm and back just totally aching.
Mindless little details, dull repetition and banter I just didn't want to listen to (and I didn't).
Most of the time, I kept thinking, "I'd really like to get laid."
At least I think I want that.
It's mindless, it's repetition, it's a banter...
Like that's what's was going to make my life simpler...as if getting that accomplished would make everything else during the day (or week or past month) all go away.
I guess it did help a little, because after a while, I started to think like The Little Engine.
I think i can get laid, I think I can I think I can.
I thought about calling my BF's mobile. I had an hour for lunch, I was also really close to home.
His phone was off.
I texted his sister (how fucked up is that?), to call him at home (I don't call home--the mother could answer), but she couldn't get a hold of him either.
I decided to email, to text...to think ESP or rather anything to keep the little engine in some kind of chuga chuga.
Still working, and not mentally reciting cheeky SMS to the BF, I hear my phone.
I've got a text.
It's dirty, it's cheeky, BUT
it's not from my BF.
Instead it's from a friend in the UK, who's been trying to get into my pants for years (to no avail, because--1) I'm always attached when he's offered and 2) He lives in the UK 3.) He's a bit of a player--actually he's pretty darn whorey--can't be safe or smart...)
(I wonder if my little euro friend, doesn't have some kind of hormonal ESP...or maybe he just knows when I'm down...at any rate, he tends to drop the occasional sweet if not inappropriate email and text every now and then.)
Still, I'm thinking, it's gotta count for something that someone's thought enough to send me some harassment, no?
Maybe I can use this little boost of self esteem to work some magic on the BF.
Cut to hours later, way way way later (after my BF's not gotten or returned any of my calls, after my BF decided to eat before seeing me, so I had to dine alone, and after well you get the picture), we're at my BF's sister's house.
She excuses herself to use the phone in her bedroom.
BF is puttering away on his cell phone, playing some game or checking his email (maybe even all the messages I sent him).
I crawl up right next to him on his sister's sofa, tap his shoulder and calmly say, "I want booty."
He shushes me, "In my sister's house? Are you crazy?"
Me, "Noo, we can go home, we can go right now. We'll say we need to do an errand...errand being me"
BF, "I don't think so."
Me, "You never give me any."
BF, "Cause it'll spoil you."
Spoil?
His sister comes back, "Spoil, is something spoiling?'
BF, "No, nothing."
Me, "Nothing exactly."
WTF?
Mindless little details, dull repetition and banter I just didn't want to listen to (and I didn't).
Most of the time, I kept thinking, "I'd really like to get laid."
At least I think I want that.
It's mindless, it's repetition, it's a banter...
Like that's what's was going to make my life simpler...as if getting that accomplished would make everything else during the day (or week or past month) all go away.
I guess it did help a little, because after a while, I started to think like The Little Engine.
I think i can get laid, I think I can I think I can.
I thought about calling my BF's mobile. I had an hour for lunch, I was also really close to home.
His phone was off.
I texted his sister (how fucked up is that?), to call him at home (I don't call home--the mother could answer), but she couldn't get a hold of him either.
I decided to email, to text...to think ESP or rather anything to keep the little engine in some kind of chuga chuga.
Still working, and not mentally reciting cheeky SMS to the BF, I hear my phone.
I've got a text.
It's dirty, it's cheeky, BUT
it's not from my BF.
Instead it's from a friend in the UK, who's been trying to get into my pants for years (to no avail, because--1) I'm always attached when he's offered and 2) He lives in the UK 3.) He's a bit of a player--actually he's pretty darn whorey--can't be safe or smart...)
(I wonder if my little euro friend, doesn't have some kind of hormonal ESP...or maybe he just knows when I'm down...at any rate, he tends to drop the occasional sweet if not inappropriate email and text every now and then.)
Still, I'm thinking, it's gotta count for something that someone's thought enough to send me some harassment, no?
Maybe I can use this little boost of self esteem to work some magic on the BF.
Cut to hours later, way way way later (after my BF's not gotten or returned any of my calls, after my BF decided to eat before seeing me, so I had to dine alone, and after well you get the picture), we're at my BF's sister's house.
She excuses herself to use the phone in her bedroom.
BF is puttering away on his cell phone, playing some game or checking his email (maybe even all the messages I sent him).
I crawl up right next to him on his sister's sofa, tap his shoulder and calmly say, "I want booty."
He shushes me, "In my sister's house? Are you crazy?"
Me, "Noo, we can go home, we can go right now. We'll say we need to do an errand...errand being me"
BF, "I don't think so."
Me, "You never give me any."
BF, "Cause it'll spoil you."
Spoil?
His sister comes back, "Spoil, is something spoiling?'
BF, "No, nothing."
Me, "Nothing exactly."
WTF?
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