The Ace of Spades

Ok, so super slacking on my part and I apologize for that guys. But I got my body touched! I'd love to divulge all the dirty details at this point in time, but I'm trying to bury the surge of emotions that comes with mentioning Ace, so once I'm over this brief infatuation expect e v e r y t h i n g!! Sorry to be such a stick in the mud! But I'll give you the set up so once I get around to it we can just dive in!

I met Ace through My Gay and we hit it off right away. We went out to a club or two while he was here and we all had a blast. Ace and I had a different kind of blast one night, and sadly that's where I leave off. Cheers!

Its getting easier.

This abstinence thing gets easier with practice. I've turned down two hot mexican boys within days of their coming ons-- which were veerrrrryyy persuasive-- and I was intoxicated! I feel like this is an era of no meaningless sex, which will certainly be a change from the past few years of my life.

Let's see where this fresh start takes us...into the Land of Relationshits?

To get us all caught up...

No I did not end up bedding anyone at My Gay's party. I was however bedded a few days later by Casanova. It was fantastic after a long drought, but he's been cut.

A friend suggested hooking me up with a guy we'll call Ginger. haha because he is after all a ginger kid. haha not my type at all, but we'll see how this goes. He strikes me as a "sensitive" so I somehow think this isn't going to go seamlessly.

I however have my eye on an older guy I've known for a while. He's only a few years older than I am, in case "older" had you thinking mid-thirties or forties. We flirt often and The Spark is there. Not to mention, he seems like the kind of guy who wouldn't be afraid to toss me around in the bedroom. We'll call him...Time Traveler. The reason for his name is because when we first met I had a thing for him, and after we both dropped off the map and reappeared it's like we didn't miss a beat-- in fact, it's so much better now.

Halloween, aka Slut Holiday, is right around the corner. Let's see what kinds of tricks and treats are in store for me.

i know i suck, just ask around.

i promised you all updates....and i've been soo busy, my life is in shambles it feels like!

once i catch my breath you all will be updated. i apologize again for being such a busy she-wolf [[i prefer that term to "whore" or "shlut"]].

HALLOWEEN [[aka slut take over]] IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER!! expect several posts about that!

"Does this make me a whore?"

I unwittingly invited the last 3 guys I've hooked up with AND my current twitterpation crush to the same party [SchoolBoy, for more on him go to V.D.]. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?! I've shot myself in the foot on this one. There are a few out comes that could happen:
1] none of them show up: I can enjoi the party and chill with my friends; though I may hook up with someone from the show's cast.
2] only SchoolBoy shows: I scale back the shablameredness and hang out with him and my friends.
3] they all show up except SchoolBoy: I get shit faced and whore it up or help one or two of them hook up with other girls at this party.
4] they ALL show up: I get balls to the wall drunk and have others tell me how the night ended up for me.

What was I thinking?! I'll let you know how it ends up...

Is nothing SACRED anymore?

This is a sad state of affairs, when an attractive sexually alluring young woman cannot get her body touched because her bedmate(s) aren't texting back. Once upon a time, in a land far from here [translation: 3 years ago in California], being FWB was a business agreement with contracts of mutual respect and unspoken rules both parties followed. Like, p r o m p t responses!

I'm frustrated, fLUSTered and rabid as hell. I'm not okay with this. If he doesn't text back soon, Casanova is going to have a very unhappy rabid lady on his hands. Besides, what kind of guy cock blocks himself?!

I cannot believe this nonsense.

Today was RSO training and of course I meet a charming, slightly arrogant, intelligent cute nerdy boy. I was practically a puddle by the time we stopped debating about our conflicting personalities. It was like he knew!

If he's not careful, Debate Boy, may get raped.