It should always be know that it is a bad idea, if you are a man, to talk about your sexual exploits. For one thing, it’s not very classy. And two, no girl appreciates the funny looks.

Now, to be honest, it never really bothered me until a few weekends ago, when my boyfriend decided that a few people needed to know about one of our more adventurous escapades.

We made some crazy monkey love in our work place. Well, his former work place, and my current one. Now, I don’t mind if certain people know. For one thing, my boss knows, and a few of my coworkers know. But it’s okay, because my boss totally owned up to having done it too. I’m pretty sure that’s why he took my key though.
Well, my boyfriend, a few weeks ago, went a mutual friend’s going away party. I was captive in this small, desolate, no mall, ohio town so I could not grace them with my presence.
He got drunk. Big surprise there. Love him, but a loose lipped drunk.
And well, turns out he told two of his old friends from work, people I had never met before, what he and I had done.

Now, this wouldn’t bother me, except that those two people have come back. Not to work, but to take classes. (I work in a Taekowndo school.) Well, when I get home, I’m going to have to meet these people.
What will be their first impression of me? No, not another bad ass black belt  that trained at the same school as them. Nooo.
I’m going to be the girl their little buddy fucked on the mats. can’t you just taste the bitterness?
Now I’m a little reluctant to go home.

Is it okay that he did that? Should I be as bothered as I am?

I guess I feel like it’s weird that all these people know about me, before even meeting me, is my sex life.

My best friend was just starting to get along with her ex, who she wants to remain close friends with. Being the complete child he is, he “deletes” her from facebook for no apparent reason. Interesting.

Apparently, He heard a rumor she had slept with one of his best friends. I tell him, “noo! This is utterly ridiculous!”

So I tell her why he is apparently angry. She calls me sobbing.

“I didn’t want to tell you… because he was your ex!”

I laughed. Honestly? She slept with her ex’s BEST friend, who is also my ex boy friend. Now, granted, I greatly dislike this particular ex boyfriend. I feel like he lucked out having gotten to sleep with her!

But honestly, the stuff that happens these days, could be a movie.

Sometime I wish they’d all go back to fucking highschool. *sigh*

Last night, I surprised my boyfriend at his dorm. It was fantastic.

His roommate can’t take a hint, so we headed out to my car.

The fun part about fooling around in a car is that the windows get really fogged up, so when people walk by and cars drive by, they can’t seen in. Of course, they can definitely see the car rocking back and forth

Shakin’ the Civic. w00t.

So last night, around 10pm, my ex boyfriend gives me a call. This was very weird. We haven’t spoken on the phone since he called me to apologize for screaming at me, calling me a slut, and saying he never wanted to talk to me again two weeks earlier. That was about three months ago. We text occasionally, but really he is too busy to really hold a conversation with me and I don’t care enough to put the effort into being friends anymore.

But last night, I get a phone call, and it’s him, and it was surreal. We dated for about a year and a half or so, maybe a little less, and it was a pretty intense relationship. Really strong feelings. I have a really hard time getting over all of it, but I did, and I’m good now. But each time he comes back, it’s weird.

I guess when you learn to live without something for so long, when it comes back, it screws you up regardless of how you actually feel about it. I had a hard time getting to sleep last night.

But the conversation was interesting. I asked him what all was new, and he preceded to tell me “I’m single. That’s about it.” Which, I knew already since he had texted me earlier that month informing me of his breaking up with his girlfriend, who I lovingly refer to as HB (Hoe Beast). It’s true, I hate her with a passion. Bitch stabbed me in the back. Whatever, it’s all good.  I didn’t really care why they broke up, but I was curious. Apparently “the feelings we no longer there.” Hmm, this rang a bell, pretty sure that’s that DH (Dunder Head aka Justin, my other ex) told me. Of course, he cheated on me, and that’s why he broke up with me. meh.

Then my ex, we’ll call him DB, asks me how things are with “What’s his name” who is my new boyfriend, who I have been dating 5 months tomorrow! eeee! =D Sorry, exceptionally girly moment there.

It was awkward because for some odd reason, I don’t feel very comfortable talking about my new boyfriend with my old boyfriend. He was persistent though, wanted to know what all had changed, if anything was new. When I said I didn’t understand, or that nothing was really new, he replied with the sarcastic “yeeeaaaaah,” like he didn’t believe me. I’m assuming he wanted to know what all we had done sexually, if we were getting serious, etc. He wanted to know if I was happy. I politely replied that I didn’t want to talk about that and that we are quite happy. Then I played things down a bit to end all the questioning.

I thought it would be a bad idea to mention that I’m on BC now, that I plan on sticking with this new relationship as long as possible, and that I am in love. Oh, and that he is dayum good. teehee

I’d just rather lie, and avoid these subjects. I don’t need him thinking any less of me. Not that I care so much, since  he hates my party habits, but I don’t like when people think less of me, not him imparticular.

Other than that, the conversation was normal and friendly. He always throws those weird comments that make me wonder about if he is over me or not. Srsly. I’m over him. I have a few unresolved personal issues with it, but really, I am over it.

The surreal part was the fact that he feels like a thing of the past. It was like talking to a dead person on the phone. I still remembered his voice, and that was bizarre. I guess it’s one of those things you never forget.

-sigh- alright, sorry, that uber-personal and not interesting at all. Just something I needed to talk about so I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Thought it might be best that I don’t discuss it with my boyfriend.

Hmm, I feel like consoling myself with a big cheeseburger from Micky D’s. Mmmm tasty.

Earlier I was thinking about how much I like surprises and how I love to be surprised. Now, I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this. Who doesn’t love random little surprises like an email from a loved one or a spur of the moment plan? Not to mention, it’s a great way to win a girl’s affection.

So here’s a tip. Want a girl to like you more? Surprise her!

Now there are certain things that should be kept in mind when dealing with surprises. There are surprise guidelines and basics.

First, spontaneity is key. If you tell a girl you’re going to surprise her later that night, sure, it’s going to antagonize her all day, but she gets her expectations up. This could prove fatal for the actual surprise. If it’s not as good as she imagined it, then she wont like it as much. Sorry. So your best bet: Make it a true surprise. Sex on the other hand, is the exception to this rule. Better to make them think about it all day

Another fun kind of surprise is one that one has to find. For example, like I found recently, my boy left a comment on a friend’s blog about me that was really sweet. He has no way of knowing if I saw it or not, but it was there and it made me very happy. Thus, the surprise left to find is an excellent one, with great results, and can have a very good pay off later on. My boy’s comment will probably pay off tomorrow night teehee

Now, the biggest rule of surprises is that they shouldn’t come with strings attached or require payment. A surprise is a gift. Whether is a comment, flowers, jewelry, or a dinner at her favorite restaurant. Granted, it has the underlying purpose to get you laid, but you can let her believe its just because you want to make her happy. After all, the happier she is, the happier you are/will be later that night.

If everything is announced, or if everything is always the same, it gets boring. One needs to keep things exciting. Keep her on her toes. Make her wonder.

The key thing, keep the surprises spread out. Surprise her every day and she will come to expect them, and you’ll run out of ideas! A variable ratio is the best method.

and remember: Expectations breed disappointments. 

Colorful, but unpicked.

You are The Wild Rose.

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you’re the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.

You don’t seem to take yourself too seriously, and that’s refreshing. You aren’t uptight; you don’t over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn’t a top priority–a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven’t had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You’re very selective.

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You’re out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.

“You’re never truly single as long as you have yourself.”

So yesterday I dropped my boy like the hot shit he thinks he is. I was at a party and talking to a friend of mine from Psych class, and my boy decided to, in a drunken rage, “take it outside.” No fighting actually occurred, since my boy couldn’t really stand. But needless to say, he made a fool of himself, and me.

Now as a good girlfriend who had a few drinks herself, I forgave him. It was later that night that he thought he was going to score for his “deeds” that I got pissed.

Boys should know better.

So anyway, I kicked his ass to the curb, and now I’m single again. I’m not too upset about this. Single life is pretty awesome in college. But I definitely don’t intend to stay out of the game.

Be prepared for my various escapades. bwahaha. yeah.

Caught a cold last night though, so not feeling too hot right now. Boy scouting will resume as soon as I can complete a sentence without hacking up a lung.

Ah Love. Love is like roses; they look beautiful for a few days, and then die. And look like shit. Yet, everyone adores roses and wants roses!

I was talking to a dear friend of mine, who shares a good deal of the relationship problems I have had/have. Amazing how generally all problems are similar. Someone else, communication, distance, time management, etc. They are always the same. (oh and there is always the case where, I’m sorry but she/he just doesn’t like you.)

Well, I’m sure everyone can agree. Love sucks. We’ve all heard it, we’ve all said it. It’s true. Love sucks. All love is heartache and heartbreak. Stress and emotional breakdowns. All for those moments that seem like the greatest rewards. So are we dealing with all the shit to get these rewards? This is like extreme behaviorist psychology, or maybe love is just a drug. We will pay all the money we have and forget everything else, just to get that high, and when we don’t have it, we go through the most painful and miserable withdrawals.

Amazing the comparisons, yes?

Well here it is. I’m throwing it in, yes that’s right the “M” word. Marriage. Marriage is basically cementing your love, stating its true, and promising to put up with all the bullshit. It’s basically making a life long commitment to that drug of your choice and keeping the same bunch of roses for years and years.

Bleak, I know.

Yet still there is hope, because that small bit of time when people are happy, those blissful highs, those are amazing. They are the most wonderful things anyone can ask for. I know I love them, and I miss them every minute of every day. Lets be honest, I know I’m not the only one that would agree, I would die for those moments. They mean that much to me. Because they last, they last in your head and in your heart. They last forever. And even when you’re miserable, memories seem to get you through. Those memories pick you back up, give you a kick in the ass, and say “You know you want more!”

So I guess I can sum it up by saying that when it comes to love and eventually marriage, it’s all about finding the perfect thing:

Someone you feel it’s worth putting up with all the heartbreak and misery for, just go get that high. 

So tonight my boy came over, and out of no where, he brought me flowers! For no reason other than he knew I was having a hard week. How sweet is that? Granted, its not the first time I have gotten flowers from a boy, but it sure is the sweetest thing any boy has done for me in a very long time. I was just really touched by it. I’m a little out of, since it is so late right now, but I am so happy!

Ah, tonight has been wonderful. Too bad I have to wait a week till I get to see my boy again. School and soccer breed such busy schedules for us both, but hey, it makes the wait for the weekend SO worth it! haha, especially for moments like tonight.

Boys remember: All girls LOVE flowers.