But first, as an aside, I think it’s kind of gross that my vagina is now on some sort of independent Pavlovian experiment. As I had mentioned in my previous entry concerning my sexodus to Berkeley, I pushed the boundaries of my carnal knowledge to the tune of several Deftones songs. I am really into this band at the moment so I found it pretty harmless if I jumped on YouTube and watched a few live videos of them performing. What struck me as odd was the fact that during a performance of “My Own Summer (Shove It)”, I found myself incredibly turned on. It’s like the music triggered some area of my brain that’s wired to sex and suddenly all I want to do is bone the lead singer. My eyes were glued to the screen as I watched Chino Moreno leap into the audience to scream his vocals at all the sweaty fans. His pants were sagging (typical Mexican fashion!) which caused his boxers to show and every time he raised his arms over his head, his shirt would ride up, exposing his lower belly. I was having Berkeley flashbacks at the exact same time…..just wow. As soon as the video was over, I clicked my browser off and laughed. I remembered Paul and how when he came in my mouth he actually said, “Ah...ahhh...here it comes.” HAHAHA, that was actually pretty funny. Needless to say, I’ve been watching more Deftones videos and hoping for those hot and bothered feelings again.
As a result, now I think I have a fetish for half Asians:
Half Chinese/Half Mexican
Half Korean/Half Irish
Half Japanese/Half American
But this entry was about being chased, right? Sorry, I got distracted for a second there….
On Friday my best friend Lauren invited me to go out with her and her boyfriend Mike to see a comedy show at the Hollywood Improv. It turned out to be a double date of sorts when I found out that Mike’s friend John would be tagging along. Lauren had talked to him about me but I was skeptical I would like him. As soon as I saw him walk into Mike and Lauren’s apartment I was 100% sure I wouldn’t like him. He smelled like cigarettes, looked like a sweaty, short version of Jonah Hill (and not in an endearing way) and wore his hair in a ponytail. I did not feel an attraction at all and did my best to keep a smile on my face as I made nice chit-chat. It didn’t help that he downed a few beers and mixed drinks through the course of the night, which got him drunker than I expected. I believe at one point in the night he told me he looks exactly like his mother but with facial hair. Also, he’s 34 years old which is a little too old for me. I got nothing but loser/slacker vibes from him the entire time. When the night finally wrapped up, I shook his hand and made a straight bee-line for my car. He clumsily asked if I wanted to hang out some time. My blood ran cold and I said “Uh yeah, I don’t know. Whatever.” I saw him reach for his phone but I stopped him and said he could get my number from Lauren. I drove off like the devil was chasing me. Sorry Lola but he really isn’t my type at all. Still, it’s nice to feel desired…even if it is Pepe Le Pew that’s after me.
Boys are still on the hunt for me, even ones that I was sure hated me: I spent all of Saturday cleaning up my old apartment with Dan so we could get our deposit back and he made it very clear he still wants me, at least for hook up purposes. He is extremely blunt, something I’ve always admired about him because I can be very direct, as well. Putting two very blunt people together isn’t always a good idea. He straight up said we should have sex while we cleaned the apartment up. I didn’t even balk and said that’d be fine with me. There really is no reason for us to play games: we know what we want. I had to break the bad news and tell him unfortunately I was on my period…..
Me: You’re getting a blow job, mister.
Dan: Can’t argue with that.
It was therapeutic cleaning the apartment and also very refreshing to actually see Dan clean something: if only he had been this neat when we lived together. Oh well. He made me laugh while I was cleaning the tub by flashing his dick at me. I started cracking up and nearly fell over on my ass. I giggled and told him I missed his penis. He smiled and said I didn’t have to miss it. Then we started discussing the possibility of us becoming “fuck buddies.” I said that’d be a cool idea but I was afraid of getting emotionally attached. We left the subject open and continued cleaning. Several times through out the day we’d start flirting again and making out. I made him wait until the apartment was spotless before I gave him a blow job. When he finished, he stood up and was incredibly dazed. I drank my Fanta Orange soda to get the taste of dick out of my mouth and laughed at him. He kept muttering happily that I made him light headed. He said my technique had improved. I smiled and thought to myself, “Well I’ve had plenty of practice this summer.”
I spent the better part of Sunday having intense girl talk with my friend Reina. She wanted to know all about Paul, Alfonso and the break up with Danny. My crush and intense infatuation with Alfonso still has not waned, especially if he keeps liking my posts on Facebook like he did this weekend. I decided to throw him a bone for once and comment on some article he had posted about solar flares. That got the machinery working in my head….hmmmm….I should text him, right?
Me: Hope you had a nice weekend. Looking forward to seeing a reply to my e-mail sometime soon. No pressure, right? ;p
Still no reply as of Monday night, but he’s not the fastest on the draw. I ache to see what he comes up with as an excuse. Ughhhhh….he’s seeping into my insecurities. This is so not good.
Well, back to being chased....and me chasing after Alfonso. The games continue.
No problem...I even told you that you would get along, but he isn't your type. And...I was right. Keep up the good fight and keep the blogs coming!
ReplyDeleteLo :)