I awoke this morning to my sister saying "Your alarm has been going off for an hour and half." This translates to her waking me up roughly when I should be walking through the doors of my office. I'm lucky I have an understanding boss.
Fuck you Token, never again on a week night.
However, last night while wandering around trying to get home me and Token had a great conversation. I learned something about myself.
I don't like it when people second guess my decisions. It translates to them not trusting me. If you respect me you should trust me. In order to be my friend you should respect me. This has nothing to do with Token. I know he respects me and the only thing he second guessed me on last night was playing in traffic. Probably a good call on his part.
So I'm pretty sure that I'm going to have a date on Saturday. My very first one resulting from an online dating site. I'm nervous, and that is weird for me. Wanna know what makes me nervous? I have no idea what her voice sounds like. I know, weird thing to worry about. What if she sounds like a female mickey mouse? I guess I'll have to just roll with the punches.
It is the hippie that i'm going out with on Saturday. I haven't figured out what we are going to do yet. I think it should just be a coffee to start and have a plan for when/if we actually want to spend longer than 30 minutes together.
A trip to the zoo. A walk through the park. A museum. An art gallery. There are any number of things that we can do. I'll think of something.
If you follow me on twitter you'll have a little bit of insight into this next little bit.
Do you remember the ex-girlfriend I mentioned before that said I was too perfect, then dated an abusive piece of shit for 6 years?
Just over a year ago we were still friends. She wanted to leave him and tried several times, only to turn around and go right back to him. I gave her an ultimatum, she knows what will make her happy and is on her way to accomplishing this by my birthday. Needless to say my birthday came and went without her saying anything. I finally gave up. I cut all ties. I removed her from my life and I from hers. I had lost all respect for her.
I get a message from her on Wednesday telling me that she has left the waste of flesh for good. She tells me that she is moving back to BC to live with her parents and all of her stuff is already out of the house and that the sack of wasted semen doesn't even know she is gone yet. She is doing the complete cut off method. Deleted from the phone, from Facebook, everything.
She was wondering if I would ever talk to her again. I responded by telling her I was just waiting for her to find some self respect. She said she found it. I'm proud of her.
She wants to see me before she leaves so we go out for drinks and split a burger. (it was a fuck off big burger) After that we end up at my place where we cuddle like old times and well you know. One thing leads to another then I give her a ride home.
How can I sleep with her after not talking to her for a year? With a lot of thought before hand actually. I wanted her to feel loved and appreciated at least once before she went back to BC. I wanted her to feel as beautiful and wanted as she is. Mostly I wanted to show her that life without that useless abscess on a donkey's asshole is actually kinda awesome.
My biggest concern was I didn't want to take advantage of her. I'm pretty sure she took advantage of me. She said she came more that night than she had in the last 6 years. Me only once.
This wasn't mad passionate monkey sex, this was the slow deep gazes into eyes sex. There was passion, but it was smoldering. It was
I would love to be a part of her life again. I want to see her rise up to her full potential as a powerful gorgeous woman. That is the only thing that sucks. She now lives 6 hours away.
Here's to you Rea, I'm so proud of you.