Dilemma Number B

Real life is the moments you have to realize things are changing and you can go with it, and try to take it all in stride, or you can let all the shit fall deep on top of  you, bog you down and eventually kill you. I love how this blog has basically turned into my place to complain about my “shitty unfair romance/sex life”.  I am in love with B. Totally in love with him, in the “I try to ignore it but i can’t because  I know if he calls for me I will come running.” And every time he gets a little drunk, he admits to first of all having emotions, and second to having feelings for me. He has even started to tell me so when he’s completely sober, which makes my heart soar. And EVERY  SINGLE TIME his supposed somewhat-not-really-hates-me-i-think-she’s-a-bitch-girlfriend shows up. she wasn’t even coming over last night. But I swear as soon as she hears I am staying the night at B’s she runs over as fast as she can to show me she is the Alpha-Bitch and I have no chance with “Her Man” at all… but i think B likes the fact it gets me very jealous, I love him and would love to date him, if he and I were in a serious relationship, I would never mind if he went out and had sex with many girls, as long as he came back home to me every night.  I just remember not liking my life before B, and I don’t want to see what life from here on out will look like without him.. Well that’s all, B’s asleep on the couch right now, so i’m gonna finish up before he wakes up. Maybe get him to watch a couple episodes of Blackpool with me. Cheers,

Eh Part I

so I’m trying this whole blog thing while a cat sits right on my chest, blocking my view to the screen every five minutes. But it’s okay, because I’m talking to three guys, two of whom i am extremely attracted to the third has attraction, but it seems to good to be true. Two years ago i met one of the most amazing people I have ever met, He was smart, he was funny, he was handsome. He was everything I could have asked for, especially when you don’t often talk to guys. So, as I was saying, I met “A” in person after meeting online and texting with each other for a while. And when I met him? He was still a true gentleman. Our first date was better than I could expect, our second? even better. A was my first kiss, my first intimate touch and my being the dork i am, looked at him and said “thanks”. Who says thanks to being kissed? Haha, well that’s who I was. It’s almost who I still am..