“I can’t believe they let you work in the art department”, the response when you inform someone that all the “art words” they regurgitated didn’t make a complete project or even concept
I’m saying the sex probably would have been worse and maybe give people an option to know how many peoples bodily fluids they’re taking in. I don’t judge people who are out there having fun, but I also have been on the receiving end of “there were three other pussies in my mouth this week before I kissed you” so heebie jeebies.
1- One time I slept with a guy, and I use that term loosely… I gave him a 45 minute bj, he banged me on every surface of the hotel room, and when I finally said I was yet to even be turned on (never seen a scrawnier weenie in my life) he told me it was my own fault because I was boring. I felt like shit for months, even stopped dating for a while. Consider it a blessing that yours turned you down.
2- I think I read somewhere that if you kiss someone their saliva will be in your mouth for 2 weeks. Someone correct me if I’m wrong. Are you ok with knowing your dudes are kissing each others spit and not telling them? You should probably at least let them know.
Reminds me, a few weeks ago my aunt mentioned she got a letter for me, as her house was my street address through college to maintain in state scholarships. Turns out it was jury duty and I may be a fugitive now? Keep forgetting to look into that, as she still hasn’t forwarded that to me.
You’ve put into words all my worst fears about someone that I did talk to, the “what if I hadn’t?” Not to kick you while you’re down, but mine is looking into getting a work visa to move here from London now. Completely insane, especially considering he walked by the first time at the bus stop and we almost missed each other completely. It was always magnetic. And you got me perfectly, down to having someone back home. This was beautifully written. Next time (because I think you deserve one more shot) don’t let her slip away.
I got stuck in BNA for 7 hours waiting for my flight to JFK, which was down to literally one operational runway. Made friends with the pilot, copilot, and other staff. Pilot said he’d pull in behind my connection to block them in so I’d make my next flight. Getting the phone call that my hotel in France was cancelled because my bank fucked up nearly destroyed me. Almost the worst day of my life.
One month out from an art show/reception in NOLAandI’m getting jitters. Or caffeine withdrawals. Either way, painting all weekend and drinking exclusively coffee and cheap wine.
All of my friends got married last year as we all graduated college, which leaves me as the only single one. I’m not sure if this affects the spectrum, because settling down right now sounds boring, but being literally the only single in a group of couples does feel kind of lonely. That hasn’t stopped me from placing personal bets on which of my friends will get divorced first. Plus, since they’re all doing married people stuff, I went to Europe solo. “You got hitched, I got plane tickets”
At work nearly 13 hours yesterday, going in early and staying late today, anticipating another 12 hour day tomorrow. Cold brew is no longer a splurge, it is a damn requirement.
The last time I tried this was a guy I met through work who didn’t wear a wedding band because he almost ripped his finger off once. Its been 4 months since then. Haven’t found another single man out of high school who doesn’t lead with “I don’t like being tied down”. PGP.
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“Haven’t seen you since last year.” PGP.
Gonna shoot my shot: sending inquiry emails to masters and PhD programs, already got one response asking for a portfolio so wish me luck y’all!
“I can’t believe they let you work in the art department”, the response when you inform someone that all the “art words” they regurgitated didn’t make a complete project or even concept
Waiting for the pizza guy actually… Started during the phone call. Didn’t realize the time when there was a knock at the door.
I’m saying the sex probably would have been worse and maybe give people an option to know how many peoples bodily fluids they’re taking in. I don’t judge people who are out there having fun, but I also have been on the receiving end of “there were three other pussies in my mouth this week before I kissed you” so heebie jeebies.
1- One time I slept with a guy, and I use that term loosely… I gave him a 45 minute bj, he banged me on every surface of the hotel room, and when I finally said I was yet to even be turned on (never seen a scrawnier weenie in my life) he told me it was my own fault because I was boring. I felt like shit for months, even stopped dating for a while. Consider it a blessing that yours turned you down.
2- I think I read somewhere that if you kiss someone their saliva will be in your mouth for 2 weeks. Someone correct me if I’m wrong. Are you ok with knowing your dudes are kissing each others spit and not telling them? You should probably at least let them know.
Reminds me, a few weeks ago my aunt mentioned she got a letter for me, as her house was my street address through college to maintain in state scholarships. Turns out it was jury duty and I may be a fugitive now? Keep forgetting to look into that, as she still hasn’t forwarded that to me.
You’ve put into words all my worst fears about someone that I did talk to, the “what if I hadn’t?” Not to kick you while you’re down, but mine is looking into getting a work visa to move here from London now. Completely insane, especially considering he walked by the first time at the bus stop and we almost missed each other completely. It was always magnetic. And you got me perfectly, down to having someone back home. This was beautifully written. Next time (because I think you deserve one more shot) don’t let her slip away.
Chick opinion: if your truck has never pulled a boat its time to turn in your keys
I got stuck in BNA for 7 hours waiting for my flight to JFK, which was down to literally one operational runway. Made friends with the pilot, copilot, and other staff. Pilot said he’d pull in behind my connection to block them in so I’d make my next flight. Getting the phone call that my hotel in France was cancelled because my bank fucked up nearly destroyed me. Almost the worst day of my life.
One month out from an art show/reception in NOLAandI’m getting jitters. Or caffeine withdrawals. Either way, painting all weekend and drinking exclusively coffee and cheap wine.
All of my friends got married last year as we all graduated college, which leaves me as the only single one. I’m not sure if this affects the spectrum, because settling down right now sounds boring, but being literally the only single in a group of couples does feel kind of lonely. That hasn’t stopped me from placing personal bets on which of my friends will get divorced first. Plus, since they’re all doing married people stuff, I went to Europe solo. “You got hitched, I got plane tickets”
“How do you handle your liquor, on a scale of one to ten?” “I’m the Queen of England”
At work nearly 13 hours yesterday, going in early and staying late today, anticipating another 12 hour day tomorrow. Cold brew is no longer a splurge, it is a damn requirement.
This weekend I’m looking forward to going kayaking with some peeps from work. Gotta pump out one more day of BS, then freedom.
The last time I tried this was a guy I met through work who didn’t wear a wedding band because he almost ripped his finger off once. Its been 4 months since then. Haven’t found another single man out of high school who doesn’t lead with “I don’t like being tied down”. PGP.
You spelled “coffee” wrong
Sold a painting yesterday, so buying more paint is the obvious move right?
This morning is already escalating out of control, and I’m not even out of bed yet. Frickin Mondays.
He reminds me of an ex… I really enjoy watching Guy suffer.