The Jaguar sent me a text message the other night dumping me. That's fine. It said, in essence: "I deserve to be more than just a fling. I deserve a relationship. Bye."
Agreeing, I said nothing, assuming that terminated things. Later that night, I met the Liberal.
Someone explain to me why the Jaguar called me at 12:38 last night, then?
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Three things.
1) I met Sid's friend (insert nickname here) this weekend. I shook her hand, and then faded away because
2) I spent much of Saturday with Sis, who arrived shortly afterwards. I also spent time with Sis' eurotrash buddies and Bro. There was never a time to get jiggy with sis, and I still had that weird shyness thing with her which was fine because
3) I met a different girl, the Liberal, who came to my house at midnight, after messaging me several times on Friendster. The Liberal is a PHD student at a local extremely well reputed university. She was also hot as hell and hooking up with me within two hours of getting into my apartment, having never met me nor having ever been to my place before. And it was the most comfortable I've been with a woman in a long fucking time. Her skin felt perfect. She came like a freight train. And having spoken with her, I like her.
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I just wrote sis off as a total loss, despite her displayed interest, because I get too stressed out in dealing with her.
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Last night I made a booty call, as both my body and spirit needed it.
She came over and gave me exactly what I needed. And again this morning. Before slipping out the door.
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Ever out on a date with a woman, and you wanted to kiss her, but you got so nervous at the thought that you just decided it would be better to forget the whole idea and hope for the best...?
Yeah. That was my night. Damnitall.
For the best, I know. Moving away in a few days and all. But still.
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Such an amatuer performance. I totally screwed the pooch on my date with Sis. I treated it totally wrong, and then kerflooie.
Bah.
Back to the treadmill.
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Word to the wise - friendster? Yeah - it causes pandemonium.
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Now that's it, ain't it?
The reason I'm not interested in letting the jaguar come over or in pursuing random meaningless shit.
Because of sis.
I've got a real live crush on sis.
Bah.
Or maybe I'm just sick of the jaguar, because someone else gave me a broadsided flirtation tonight (or, seemed to, it was email) and that's got my interest up as well.
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Yes, I deleted some posts. I'm a big believer in karma, and mine was getting funky. So I deleted.
Nothing to report, except that as soon as I decided to be single, the same old women started crawling all over themselves to come back. The Jaguar wavers between "lets get together" and "let me tell you about tonight's young stud."
If I cared, I'd be jealous. Last night, she said "so when do you want to meet?"
I told her I was busy.
She replied that that was fine, she'd just met a guy named Gianni and would be with him.
*shrug* Ok.
The Kuwaiti princess called at 12:30. "How much do you like me, Bad Man?" "Do you think I'm cute, Bad Man?"
No, I think you're an attention whore and I refuse to give it to you. You're also a virgin, at least traditionally speaking, and that's dangerous near me. I don't love you for your personality, you're too needy. You've got a nice body and a pretty face, and there's something erotic about how exotic you are. And the fact that you're a Muslim and I'm very much not, well, that's sexy too. The thought of your brothers suicide bombing my family because they find out that you went down on me, well, that's exciting, but I love life too much to risk it.
I also found a paralegal at work who is giving me too many looks.
And frankly, I actually have a crush on a girl right now. I hope something comes of it.
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Last night I took home a friends sister. They both went to college with me.
Over the course of the night, another dude tried to snake her twice, and each time she kept latching on to me.
Told me that she'd had an eye for me in college, but I was too aloof. C'est la vie.
The muslim girl? She's calling lately. I'm a jew, she's a virgin from kuwait. You can imagine the sitcom possibilities. new mantra: must not hook up with virgins.
The jaguar? She's around.
The rest? Not so much. And that's not such a bad thing. I'm freakin' beat.
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My friend's sister? Yeah, that's so not gonna happen. Ah well. There've gotta be more girls I like out there.
I'm still wondering what A.D. meant when she said, of knowing ladies for me to date "none that could handle you, unfortunately..."
Handle me?
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