To fuck or not to fuck?

Before I go into this blog, it was brought to my attention that the newest penis needs a pseudonym like the others...there's a few that come to mind: YB (young boy, as hes a few years behind me...haha behind me), CB (computer boy, as this all started with him fixing my computer), MTB (matching tattoo boy) and DB (dimple boy, cause i freakin adore his dimples...which is odd, cause normally im not a fan.) So someone decide for me. Anyway, on to the fucking or not fucking. I realized tonight that YB/CB/MTB/DB had left a cd he was using to fix my computer with here. So I texted him. To which he replies "damn i guess ill have to come get it sometime, if thats ok with you." And i say that i could always drop it by his job, to which he replies "or i could bring some more orange vodka" which was the beast that ripped our clothes off in the first place. Then starts a back and forth of cryptic sexting and basically I told him I didnt wanna be a fuck buddy but Id probably still jump him if he showed up with vodka. We may have plans tomorrow night, but I told him Id let him know tomorrow. I am def fuckgirl. But I do enjoy him. Ah what a pickle I am in. My head knows to not let him come over, or come in at least, yet my vagina is screaming PLEASE FOR GODS SAKE!!! So, to fuck or not to fuck? to be fuckgirl or not to be? I am torn between my vagina and common sense.
xo-Roxy

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

its about to get real emo in here

yea im really lonely. its annoying. im used to it. and deal with it, usually quite well. and actually most of the time i find being single to be pretty fun, but when its not, its reallllllly not. sigh.

oh no no sir

definitely no boyfriend. Roxy is still single. May I reiterate the title of my blog? Ugh.

soo...

i feel a boyfriend coming on? really?? could this be the end of single Roxy?? updates soon...

car sex

fun at the time. super sucky the days following when your shins are bruised to shit and youre in pain....

the end

and he made it clear to me today he didnt wanna date right now. OK THANX BYE =D