The Fuck Girl

So it has been a looong while since I've posted. Basically there's been that little to blog about. But tonight a friend said I should resurrect the blog and I figured I may as well, since I was back to my normal silly activities this weekend. And by silly activities I really mean misplacing my frontal lobe and acting like an ass. I believe I last left you with me being miserably single and having car sex. The former has not changed, but no recent car sex. The last moron that I dealt with most of last year, and a bit of early this year is 100% done with. He's a tard who gave me a huge self esteem boost because all he dates is trash (and he wouldnt date me. HA). So, more recently I have met a boy. A boy who blew my mind. A boy who, despite his age (younger than me...) is nearly 100% ideal. He believes what I believe, likes the same music, movies, is totally hilarious and really smart. Not to mention he's cute as shit and has these dimples that nearly make me cream myself. Oh and weirdly, we have the same tattoo. We got along great right off. We exchanged numbers, texted endlessly for about two days then practically nothing. Finally made plans to hang out like we'd been talking. We were going to go out and drink but I realized I didn't want to rack up a huge bill trying to drink myself out of my social awkwardness so I told him Id grab some booze on my way home from work and he could come hang at my place. Look, I'm not an idiot, I know what these types of invites are supposed to mean. But I swear it wasnt like that. Im more comfortable (IE much less freakishly awkward) in my own place, plus it was hella cheaper. So for about four hours and a 750 ml of orange cream flavored vodka later, all we'd done is laugh and talk and it was amazing. it was like 4 am. No clothes were off. I was in awe that Id found this person. Then...he kissed me. And kept kissing me. Next thing I know he'd yanked me on top of him on my sofa and I was involved in a hit and run high school makeout session. well except I wasnt running. I was thoroughly enjoying it. Im not much for extensive making out, as I really would rather get my clothes off and get down to business. But it was nice. Especially since it wasnt going anywhere. About an hour later, we came up for air. we gasped at the fact that it was 5 am. We were both hammered. He went into my bedroom cause I had jokingly told him earlier not to enter my lair. He sat on my bed. said it was comfortable, then went to pee. Then we started making out in the hallway, then on my bed. Then his pants were off. Long story short, we ended up screwing. I tried hard to resist it, knowing better. But its been a while and I really stopped caring. So we had some delicious sloppy drunk sex. Good times. We woke up the next morning like nothing had happened. It was strange. But now I think Im the fuck girl, and nobody dates fuckgirl. Cause shes the girl who put out right away. SERIOUSLY THOUGH?! Gah. There is something between us though, I swear. So I dunno what to make of it, we text here and there. I am just so pissed to let myself be fuckgirl. And this is about it. Hopefully more adventures in frontal lobe loss soon (why I am hopeful I dont know), as my single friend Erin and I venture out lots lately in search of penis to prey on. Meanwhile-thoughts of first time fucking? Being the fuckgirl, and do guys date the fuckgirl? Could it happen?
xo-Roxy