I've been casually dating Sara for the past two weeks. Casually being the key term. It was VERY casual, at least to me. I just got out of an overly serious relationship, I'm not looking to plunge into another one. I like that we have fun and that she doesn't give me shit about my choosen lifestyle. God help her, she actually just likes hanging out with me. And, I know I give her a lot of shit all the time, but to her own credit, Sara is hot. If not also socially inept. With low self esteem. And clingy.
I always attract the goddamn clingy girls.
In other news, my mother has gotten in on the act. She wakes me up early for a nice sXe breakfast (which consists of a shitty food, like Cheerios with 2% milk). Then I go work out in the gym room in the house for like 5 hours. My abs look amazing. I could shatter someone's fist against them. Hahahaha. Not really, but you get the point. I have salad for lunch. A light dinner. I resist the temptation that shady women in nightclubs offer. Resist the booze. Resist the fucking nicotine cravings I've been having all week that have made me an absolute bitchy bastard. However, don't get the wrong impression. I love being straight edge. I've never felt so clean. Inwardly at least, I've always showered and bathed, so I was always clean on the outside. My focus has increased by double now that I've taken all the bad things out of my life. No sex is tough though. Have you ever said had to say no when a girl is grinding all over you and giving you that definite seductive "Let's go" look? And then to have to say, "Uh, sorry." Then, add cheesily, "I can't. Straight edge." Which only makes them try harder, because now you're a challenge. Like a priest or a monk. You know, a freak that's celibate by choice. No way! Girls are just trouble anyway.
Before I close, I just want to say, I'M NOT OLD. DON'T FORGET I CAN FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE. MY SOURCE IS ONE OF THE PEOPLE CLOSEST TO YOU.
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