Saturday, March 29, 2008

And I Got Nothing

So I am very mad at myself for making the booty text. I am even more mad that I was passed out and didn't get the response until 8am. WTF! I am in my sexual prime and I can't get laid!! WTF! Seriously what does a hot chick have to do to get laid these days?!

The lead teacher in my room told me the other day that a fellow staff member had seen me on St. Patrick's Day. I asked if my shirt was on or off and since the staff member didn't say she assumed it was on. Thank God! Anyway the male staff member (who is married) remarked to her that he had seen me around the building but that on this particular day I looked smokin'. He told her that he was afraid to even say hi to me because I looked that good. She asked him what I could do differently because I keep saying WOS, with all of his issues, can get laid and I can't even get a date. The guy said that I was unapproachable. He said that even if I am the nicest person in the world that most men are not going to approach me because I am out of their league. WHAT!? No wonder ugly, fat chicks end up with the hot guy. While that whole conversation should have made me feel good, (and it did that someone thought I looked hot that day) it made me sad because there could be a fabulous person that I am supposed to meet and I am unapproachable because I'm hot. Give me something I can fix. I always thought of myself more of the girl next door with a little more class so this really threw me.

I went out last night. Call it a date, call it friends going out doesn't matter. I am a very forward person but I get damn sick and tired of having to make the first move all the time (RG,MOF) why can't a man just grab it and take it if he wants it? Nothing would leave me hotter and wetter than a man who just came up and grabbed me by the back of the neck or cupped my face and kissed me as if it is something he has always wanted to do. The way RG does it but after I initiate it.

What happens next...
After fun, and sometimes risque, banter all day I was horny. (Hence the booty call)I did not have time to take care myself prior to going out. Which meant I was still horny and then I began drinking. See the problem about to occur? So the person I was with makes a totally innocent (?) gesture and rubs in between my shoulders. I told him that felt amazing becuase after my workout yesterday I was sore. Then he says what about this as he reaches for the back of my neck and grabs me by the hair and pulls. UH-OH!! Then proceeds to tell me where his tongue and hands will go while still pulling my hair and stroking my bare arm. HOT!HOT!HOT!HOT!HOT! Holy shit it was HOT! I love dirty talk, turns me on immensely. I also love everthing that was being done to me and I easily could have forgotten where I was and just gone with it. Wow, it makes me horny again just thinking about it. My response...Check please! To which he laughed. I was not laughing! Sexual prime here remember! Horny all day and now with alcohol. Anyway, he drops me off, gives me a peck on my cheek and a hug and goes. I WANT SEX!!!

Hence the text to RG which went: "My date just dropped me off and I am horny as fuck! Any chance at porn sex or do I need to do it myself?" Pretty straight forward. I didn't wait for a response and just did it myself. (Note to self need new batteries) An hour later I had a response which simply asked if I was still up. That meant he was on his way. FUCK!.....or rather I didn't.

I am going to stop by and see Harley for a drink or three tonight and be home early. Must get batteries because I have the feeling I will be alone again.

WOS called this morning and wants to see my daughter since CSRS now has started to garnish him. WHATEVER! Sign the papers. I have no time for his fucking stupidity.

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