I moved out from Dave's house. I thought he had a good honest All American job - he told me he was a coffee delivery boy. Well, I dunno if he forgot what coffee was? Or if he just mispronounced it, but he just went to prison for trafficking cocaine two days ago! I mean, that's what I heard. I had already moved out a week a head of time, thank God because I would have probably been taken down too, even though I DIDNT even KNOW! I feel so stupid - how could I not know? I mean I just thought he was hyper! And on the nights we got drunk together he was totally normal.
But I moved out because I met this guy Ryan at the bar one night. I just went by myself because Dave was gone on another business trip to go pick up coffee (I THOUGHT!) and Ryan was there at that bar. He had a huge beard and long hair and was wearing a plaid shirt standing by the pool tables drinking a beer. We had been making eye contact all night and then I guess I was drunk or something but when I ran out of beer, i made eye contact with him and held my beer bottle up and shook it showing him it was empty, and made a sad face. He smiled this biiiiig pretttyyyy smile and walked over and asked me if I needed another beer. I said no, I've had enough, but I'll have one of you, big boy (HA!).
Well, right when I said that, i Jumped off my bar stool and I didn't realize how drunk I was but I just fell over! I hit my head on the floor and Ryan helped me up and took me home. To his house, so he could take care of me. I told him my ROOM MATE was out for the night and couldn't take care of me. So he took me home and he kept me up. all. night, if you know what I mean!
His hair is longer than mine it was soooo sexy. Long, soft brown hair falling over my face as he pounded my brains out.
I thought it was really nice of him keeping me up all night so I didn't have a concussion. It was also nice that he waxes his WHOLE body. Shoulders to toes. But he keeps the long hair and beard. He should be an underwear model, I think! He wasnt very good in bed but I am good at faking! And its the least I could do to make him think he's a stud for being so hospitable to me.
So, long story short, I felt guilty for letting Ryan screw me all night. I went adn found my OWN apartment the next day. I think I can afford it. It's kinda skuzzy and sometimes I find fleas in the carpet, but I mean, it's pretty nice. I think I can just use 7 dust on my carpet to kill the fleas so they're not that big of a deal.
So after I found my apartment, I went and took my clothes and left a note on Dave's door saying I had decided I'm a lesbian and I'm moving to New Zealand. I figure if I told him I decided I was a lesbian then he won't be too upset.
So, me and Ryan have been hanging out! He's not getting any better in bed. I guess if we're going to stay together, then MAYBE i should start telling him what to do. Or maybe I can just buy him a porno to give him some pointers!
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