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I met this guy at a party recently. I don't even know why I was attracted to him. I'm normally attracted to a more bear-ish type and he's a 5'3'' emo kid. I have no idea...I just was really attracted to him.
The thing is he's a complete whore. When I met him, he had come to the party with someone else (who he just met and later gave head to) and he gave me his number. Oh, and he told me that the night before he had woken up in some random guys bed wearing their underwear. In a more sober state of mind, I thought about what I wanted to do about this whole thing. He is currently single (if he had actually been with that guy, this would be a lot simpler). I'm pretty fucking lonely and, while I have the standards not to go for random hookups, I wouldn't mind kissing someone once in a while.
Ok, so I decide that I kinda just wanna make out with him and that will be that. He comes back and I went with him to a toga party. At that party (the one he brought me to) he hooks up with this random guy and gives him head. I'm pretty livid when I find out the next day and wouldn't have had anything else to do with him except that I had left my backpack with my computer in his car and he had driven back to his campus that night. So I call him and get him to drive back up tonight to get me my shit back.
So he drives a pretty good way (2 hours one way), so I give him a beer when he gets here and we talk for a while. We click fairly well except for when he's discussing his vast and discusting escapades. So at about 1, I tell him that I need to go to bed. He tells me that I oughtn't be rude and that I should walk him to his car. In his car, we listen to music for another hour and a half. The entire time, my brain and my impulses are fighting each other. I KNOW that he's bad news. Not only have I seen evidence, but he openly admits his terrible track record. But at the same time, when we were hanging out in his car, I kept feeling the urge to kiss him. I supressed that urge and finally (rather abruptly, I'm afraid), noted the time and said I had to go to bed.
Blah....what the fuck is wrong with me. I KNOW he's not worth my time. Am I really that fucking lonely that I feel the impulse to kiss complete tools?
Ugh....give me empathy. Or advice. Or flame the whole article and tell me I'm a tool. Whatever. I'm ambivalent to life right now.
I met this guy at a party recently. I don't even know why I was attracted to him. I'm normally attracted to a more bear-ish type and he's a 5'3'' emo kid. I have no idea...I just was really attracted to him.
The thing is he's a complete whore. When I met him, he had come to the party with someone else (who he just met and later gave head to) and he gave me his number. Oh, and he told me that the night before he had woken up in some random guys bed wearing their underwear. In a more sober state of mind, I thought about what I wanted to do about this whole thing. He is currently single (if he had actually been with that guy, this would be a lot simpler). I'm pretty fucking lonely and, while I have the standards not to go for random hookups, I wouldn't mind kissing someone once in a while.
Ok, so I decide that I kinda just wanna make out with him and that will be that. He comes back and I went with him to a toga party. At that party (the one he brought me to) he hooks up with this random guy and gives him head. I'm pretty livid when I find out the next day and wouldn't have had anything else to do with him except that I had left my backpack with my computer in his car and he had driven back to his campus that night. So I call him and get him to drive back up tonight to get me my shit back.
So he drives a pretty good way (2 hours one way), so I give him a beer when he gets here and we talk for a while. We click fairly well except for when he's discussing his vast and discusting escapades. So at about 1, I tell him that I need to go to bed. He tells me that I oughtn't be rude and that I should walk him to his car. In his car, we listen to music for another hour and a half. The entire time, my brain and my impulses are fighting each other. I KNOW that he's bad news. Not only have I seen evidence, but he openly admits his terrible track record. But at the same time, when we were hanging out in his car, I kept feeling the urge to kiss him. I supressed that urge and finally (rather abruptly, I'm afraid), noted the time and said I had to go to bed.
Blah....what the fuck is wrong with me. I KNOW he's not worth my time. Am I really that fucking lonely that I feel the impulse to kiss complete tools?
Ugh....give me empathy. Or advice. Or flame the whole article and tell me I'm a tool. Whatever. I'm ambivalent to life right now.










