...my vagina secretes Zyprexa,Aterall, marinara sauce, and THC.
Let me explain(probably repeating myself) why I think this.
Every boyfriend I have ever had has either been Bi-polar, ADHD, Italian or a stoner.
First boyfriend-ADHD, Italian, Stoner
Second boyfriend-ADHD, Stoner, strongly suspected italian
Third boyfriend- ADHD turned Bi-Polar, Italian, Stoner
Fourth boyfriend-ADHD, Stoner, suspected Italian
I met one of Stevens friends last sunday night.We will call him J We ended up hooking up(mistake number 1) without a condom(mistake number 2) after knowing eachother maybe 3 hours(my own mistake number 3). Dont even begin to judge me. It had been 2 years 2 months and 1 day since I had last had sex. I was just going with the flow. I swore up and down all week that it was only going to be a one night stand and that it would be the only one I ever had for the rest of my life. Then thursday he calls me (should have changed my friggin number) asking if I wouldnt mind giving him a ride to his moms house in B-bay. I had about as much resistance as a fucking cotton ball. I drive up to his apt and we hang out watching Scarface and eating hot dogs. His first move was repeating "Hey fuck you" and poking my face. I nip at his finger and he laughs. Then during the dancing scene with the girl in the green dress he decides to pretend he can sing and dance and pulls me up to dance with him. He kissed my cheek and we sit back down. There was an arm across my sholders here and there but nothing really spectacular. That is untill the last scene where Al Pacino is shooting everybody up. I guess big fight scenes with ficticous drug lords get him going because things escalated from a grope.
I still feel pretty skanky about it. But at the same time I want more.
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