Posts Tagged ‘finding the man of your dreams’
by hannah
February 26th, 2010
Maybe I should have read the book before writing this blog post, and maybe I’ll pick up the book this weekend to further my musings; but, my experience of last night compels me to write about this today. As I drink lemon-ginger water to cure my hangover.
Last night a pick-up artist tried to pick me up. Yes, one of these secret society guys that classifies himself as a geek or loser that has little chance of ever scoring with the chick of his dreams. Or did at one time. Until he went through the twelve-step “become a stud” program and reversed his ill fate.
I was standing in a line at a club (hell), but I had promised an aquaintence I’d be there for her birthday party. There was some confusion with the reservation (surprise) and she wasn’t there yet, so I was stuck (lame). Suddenly a crew of four guys walks by. One of them opens, with some kind of compliment. OK that’s always nice to hear. And then tells me, he can get me into the club. I agree, because I’m pissed about the line, and this birthday chick is nowhere in sight.
by hannah
May 18th, 2005
On our fourth date, we had sex.
He drove into town, and I picked him up at his parent’s house. We took a drive down the coast and stopped in for a drink and a snack at some restaurant where we shared a lounge chair and did a lot of kissing.
The sex was so passioante. It wasn’t fucking or just sex, it tore into my soul.
But Metal Guy lives in L.A. and I’m in San Diego for now. And he’s not financially stable. Although maybe all that doesn’t really matter.
by hannah
February 13th, 2003
I hung out with Mr. Smyth last night. It was awesome! We didn’t even have sex. He told me he was starting to feel sick, and I thought, perfect opportunity to JUST hang out with him.
Fuck. I dig this guy. Like I REALLY dig this guy. It makes me scared. I haven’t dug someone like this since…The Ex? Here’s the scary part though, it wasn’t like this with The Ex. Or Maybe it’s just so different with Mr. Smyth.
I think I’m freaking out because I really don’t know how he feels about me, and I am loving everything about him. He’s not perfect, no one is. It’s just weird because I haven’t had such a huge emotional connection to someone since The Ex, but probably more like Warner, where it was just bliss all the way through. Well, until the end.
I just feel so compelled to completely absorb him. And then I think, maybe I’m just rebounding, or maybe he’s rebounding.
