Tuesday, July 19, 2011

If this is right, I'd rather be wrong...if this is sight, I'd rather be blind

Shocking news, ripped from the Facebook headlines.

Edgar is moving to Placentia, in Orange County about 26 miles away from where I live. The news stunned me and I jumped quick on FB chat to dig more details out....I also wasted no time reinstating my intentions:

Me: So are u moving out on your own or is your whole fam moving?
Edgar: No, moving with a bunch of starving law students.
Me: lol lovely
Edgar: haha. there will be Ramen everywhere
Me: and a fine coating of dust/dirt on everything. oh the joys of the bachelor pad
Edgar: hahah somewhat. Law school is the devourer of all social life
Me: haha...well, don't forget. I still owe you a "You Made It Through 1L" blowjob
Edgar: lol
Me: So....find me. I'm always down to get crazy in a new zip code.
Edgar: :):)
Me: Enjoy your new independence. congrats.
Edgar: Thank you
Me: No problem. Hope to see u and your dick later. bye
Edgar Cruz is typing...


I didn't even bother to see his reply. I also needed to hurry up and make my exit before I got any more creepy/desperate. I fear it could have gotten more pushy and obscene. I have GOT to learn to play it cool. But it's so easy to just flirt with him, to remind him that I desire him incredibly. The more I pump up his ego, the bigger mine gets....the more bold I feel.

From the outset, it seems Edgar's move to Orange County would prove to be advantageous. It would be easier to hook up at his place as opposed to some darkened street corner in the front seat of his car. More sex, less clandestine blowjobs (I would hope!). But given his reluctance to let me be seen with him in public or (God forbid) in front of his friends, I feel like I won't be allowed to set foot near his swingin' new bachelor pad. Yeah, that's shitty. I know it is. But I've just accepted it as part of the whole "fuck buddy/friend with benefits/no strings attached" deal. You don't weave fairy tales from that kind of selfish arrangement. Oh well. Whatever....I feel like I'll just be paying more gas money to get freaky.

This weekend I'm taking a short roadtrip to San Diego with Dan. We'll be on our way to say goodbye to my bestie Caroline. In happier times, Dan and I would use these trips as a bit of a couples retreat. I didn't think he'd want to go this time since technically we are *no longer* a couple, but he jumped at the chance and has been planning every little detail. Including the, ahem, extracurricular activities:

Me: You're gonna love the shirt I'm wearing on Saturday to Caroline's.
Dan: Awesome. I'm gonna be all over your boobs. I miss them.
Me: Yay!!
Dan: And then that night....man...they're gonna be all red and sore.
Me: Uh oh!!!
Me: Sounds like I'm in trouble.
Dan: You might be rabbit, you might be.
Dan: I do love boobies.


I think he's just more hyper than usual as we've been engaging each other in some random hook ups and light sexting. I feel he's all wound up and ready to go!

Perhaps all this new-found enthusiasm is stemming from some sort of restless feeling in Dan's soul. A few days ago, he hatched yet another "brilliant" scheme to change his life. He pretty much gave up on the conversion to Mormonism and is now focusing on doing work abroad in Australia. He's dead set on gathering $200 to begin his visa paperwork and move out of the country. I told him to be extra careful. He seems more serious about doing this. I really want to take him seriously but he doesn't have the best track record when it comes to life goals. We shall see. In the meantime, I have given him my support and wouldn't mind visiting him Down Under. I'd love to see my Aussie friends again.

**In Other News**

I'm working up the nerve to ask out my newly-single friend Ray. He's a very nice guy, uses perfect grammar and has a very quirky sense of humor. I'm going to have to map this out carefully to minimize how awkward I might sound or how crushed my self-esteem will be if he shoots me down.



Why is it that nowadays it feels like us girls are having to do all the "asking out" while guys sit at home on their XBoxes, looking pretty and oblivious? Ughhh. So much for letting guys be the aggressors. I just don't have that kind of time to waste.

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