August 30, 2002

Quote of the evening, with

Quote of the evening, with a lesbian friend, on IM:

"I need some aggressive beautiful woman to throw me down and blow me. shit. i need to be a rock star."

Her response:
"It does help."

Fuck. I'm so broken.

I'm still stuck on The Girl to the point of not even wanting to dally. I HAD THE BITER ON A DATE AND I FUCKED IT UP. HELLO. THE BITER. THE BITER IS A NINE. THE BITER IS THE ONLY GIRL WHO EVER TOLD ME SHE THOUGHT I WAS KINKY JUST BY LOOKING AT ME. THE BITER. AND I DIDN'T EVEN KISS HER. I'm SO broken.

I need TLC and blowjobs. Someone to scratch my head and lick my balls. At different times, of course.
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August 26, 2002

I just got back from

I just got back from a date.
Yes, a date.
Not with HER. It didn't matter. I had a magnificent time, spent more than was reasonable for me to spend, and smooched a very promising girl. Twice.
My dating this weekend has been a bit... odd.
I put in an 18 hour work weekend, but Friday night I went out on a date with the girl I'm obliged to date due to having lost a bet with her. Wait, let me go back.
I have a friend Pat. I called Pat the other night to go for drinks, just as friends. I mean, we're just friends.
Sure, she's a nine. The most perfect ass I've seen in a long time. She's got an amazing skin color, half French/Irish and half black. The most beautiful lips. And we're friends, because I like to make friends with beautiful women (although I prefer to do unmentionable things with them) We went for drinks on Tuesday, and bet one another a date (if I won she had to find me a girl to date, if she won, I had to take her out on a date) and she inevitably won.

I tried to take her on a date on Friday, but we got together with a bunch of friends, and one of them cockblocked me by driving her home. So instead, we're going on a date tonight. She's determined to collect on her bet. I like that.

Tonight, I went out on a date with a promising woman I met on Match.com (yes, I online-date) who fit my criteria completely. Outgoing, sassy, smart, rich, interesting, has already done her party circuit and likes sex. Promising indeed. Forward enough that at a certain lull in the conversation, she leaned over and kissed me, sweetly. I'll see her again, too. 15 lbs lighter and she'd be devastating. As it stands, she's still quite hot, quite bi, and quite up, I think, to play.

And now? Now I'm wasted as hell on the shit that Sid picked up for me, listening to music from my childhood on my iPod, and barely able to type.
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August 22, 2002

Inappropriate thought of the day

Inappropriate thought of the day - when asked by the paralegal if I had anything she could do to help, my immediate thoughts went to scented oils and a massage table.
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A few notes. 1) I

A few notes.

1) I just discovered an old diary entry about "HER" that I wrote a few days before it all went sour. It said, basically, "she's not able to give me her whole heart because of the other guy, I'll settle for part." What the hell was I thinking? This clarified a lot of things.

2) Coming to grips with HER seems to have opened up the universe of women to me. Match.com ad that I had up from many many moons ago suddenly got a response two days ago from exactly the sort of girl I'm looking for, at least on paper, not to mention the two dates two nights ago and... I think one of my paralegals has a crush on me. Very bad.

I'm trippin over HER for no reason.

But here's the interesting bit - whenever a woman rejects a man, the number of reasons could be anything, but all it means is that at that time, in that place, she can't deal with it. I'm considering asking her to meet me for a drink again, just once. Once I'm ensconsed, again, in the philandering lifestyle. Say, by the end of next week.
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A few notes. 1) I

A few notes.

1) I just discovered an old diary entry about "HER" that I wrote a few days before it all went sour. It said, basically, "she's not able to give me her whole heart because of the other guy, I'll settle for part." What the hell was I thinking? This clarified a lot of things.

2) Coming to grips with HER seems to have opened up the universe of women to me. Match.com ad that I had up from many many moons ago suddenly got a response two days ago from exactly the sort of girl I'm looking for, at least on paper, not to mention the two dates two nights ago and... I think one of my paralegals has a crush on me. Very bad.

I'm trippin over HER for no reason.

But here's the interesting bit - whenever a woman rejects a man, the number of reasons could be anything, but all it means is that at that time, in that place, she can't deal with it. I'm considering asking her to meet me for a drink again, just once. Once I'm ensconsed, again, in the philandering lifestyle. Say, by the end of next week.
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August 21, 2002

Last night I had two

Last night I had two dates, one of which called while I was with the second one, and I quite candidly told the both of them what was happening. I also ejected from the second date early because no matter how I tried I couldn't get interested in this girl.

The first girl bet me that if she goes surfing today, I have to take her on a real date (this is just a friend) and if she doesn't go surfing today, she has to find me a girl who will cater to my desires, and she's met "The Girl", so she knows where the bar is set. Her exboyfriend is supposed to take her. My bet is that they spend the day fucking. We'll see.

All I did was be cocky and funny and bust her balls about things. When she got to the street corner we were meeting at, and I wasn't there yet, I snuck up on her and said, all breathy in her ear - "are you waiting for someone, lady?"

She looked at me and said "No."

So I walked away, at which point she grabbed me by the hand and stopped me.

At which point I just started gently ribbing her about her even touching me.

About halfway through the night, after she's been motormouthing about all these guys that keep trying to date her, I ask her what she's looking for, since I'll try to find it for her.

"I'm looking for, he's gotta be funny. He's got to be very attractive. He's got to be able to party. He's got to have a good job. He's got to have curly hair."
"Well, that's me."
"Oh. Ok..."
"You should date me, apparently. I don't know if you could handle it."

This went on for another 20 minutes before I ejected and went to my next one - building up anticipation in this one.

"You strike me as kinky" she said.
"Excuse me?"
"You strike me as the sort that ties a girl up and pulls out toys."
"Me? Are you kidding? I'm pure and innocent as the driven snow."
"No you're not. I can tell."

She's not "HER" but she's certain an exciting prospect for a dalliance. I've had my eye on her for six months, too. I think the "Bad" Bad Man is about to resurface.

Or, as I told a friend this morning - I think I'm back in heat.
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August 19, 2002

Had a nice send off

Had a nice send off for Sid last night at our bar. Off to law school for her. Ha ha ha.

And then I stupidly googled the object of my affection.

What's this? A new link?

Check it out!

It's a photograph of her? With a link to her site?

Oh my god, she's still stupidly beautiful.

I'm going to vomit.
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August 16, 2002

Or maybe not. She emailed

Or maybe not.

She emailed me again. I was, of course, only part of a large CC list.

The good news is this has galvanized my position.

The bad news is that my position is untenable.

It has, also, driven me to make decisions, which are good.

I'm going to stop writing about her shortly, but she causes me to trip harder than anyone else in my whole history ever has.
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August 14, 2002

"Bad Man, I think you

"Bad Man, I think you and that paralegal would really get along, if you know what I mean. She's got a mind I bet you would like."
--Bad Man's coworker Gustavo today.

Bad Man's Testicles: 0 Bad Man's Coworkers: 2
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August 13, 2002

Fortunately, although she wrote, it

Fortunately, although she wrote, it was only to torment me.

How do I know?

I wrote her back.

Never heard again.

La la la.

C'est la vie. She loved me once, if only for a little while. That's enough.
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August 8, 2002

Everything was going well. I'm

Everything was going well. I'm happy, life's alright, I've got a job I enjoy, pretty stress free, and hell, it's my birthday.

Suddenly, and without warning, in the span of one goddamned minute, it all exploded and I can't slow my goddamned heart down. And all the trouble came in on email.

Women.

In droves.

And not in a good way.

The best friend from high school wants to come back to visit. We slept together last time. That was fine. She's got too much baggage for me to think seriously about.

At the same time, the Crazy Fat Colombian was writing. To say "You're an asshole, but happy birthday."

And...

of course...

after five months of no contact...

_she_ wrote.

Fuck.
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August 1, 2002

50 Beautiful women, five men,

50 Beautiful women, five men, "The Beauty" and I all dancing and sweating on film. It took a shot of tequila to get my ass back into gear. I left with the beauty but didn't leave with the beauty. Fuck.

Ask Jarvis, if you can find Jarvis. I've got game. I've misplaced it.

Call me Stella, as I get my groove back.
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