I just realized turning down a second date (Elbows Guy asked) is completely outside my skill set. Apparently even with someone I don’t think likes me very much, what with my hideous dry elbow skin and my terrible grammar and my relationship projection issues. Wait, why DOES he want a second date? I must be an amazing kisser. [/ego trip]
Have I REALLY never done this before? If I have, it’s been about 13 years. And why do I care about being polite?
I’m trying not to be a big, fat coward who does The Fadeaway, but it’s hard to argue its lifelong proven efficacy. And I don’t want to bitch out and say I met someone else. Even if it would make it easier, it’s not true.
“I’m going to pass on a second outing. I had a nice time until I realized I don’t like you. And you don’t like ME apart from my shortness, the fondling, and your superiority. I don’t want to waste our time or my makeup, and I certainly don’t want to get your douche all over me, you Summer Rain motherfucker…”
It’s freezing in my office today, and my hands are particularly cold. So I’ve been sitting with my left hand between my thighs while my right hand works the mouse (not a euphemism).
But I AM also bopping along to shitty pop music. With my hand between my legs.
I am a professional.
Also, though…I’m not gonna lie, it doesn’t feel BAD. But it’s really just to warm my hands.
If you’re not watching these amazing ladies, particularly with a belly full of Indian food, gin, and cupcakes, you’re missing out.
Demure, Deadpan and Smutty, an Offshoot of Girl Power
I just got a comment that referenced handjobs, so obviously it’s time to post this again.
It’s been a while since I shared this one. It bears repeating now and then.
Talking to friends yesterday: “I think I may have successfully ended a ‘friends with benefits’ thing with simple avoidance. I haven’t heard from him in 3 weeks. So…Yay, cowardice?”
Two hours later I get a text: “Hey stranger how goes things?”
Fine, I’ll be an adult. (I know, I know — I’m an asshole and I hate myself and I wouldn’t want to be treated that way and BLAH. Trust me, self-loathing already covered it. But I really did think it was a double fadeaway.)
Garfunkel & Oates – Booty Call Voicemail & “Self Esteem”
Still tremendous. And still true.