i said i didn’t screw my ex. right.

update: whops! looks like i blogged about this already (titled ‘u know it but u still do it‘ – i think)! fuck. nvm – here’s another one to our readers out there. whatever. i’m not deleting this post. i’m gettin’ old. i need another tattoo to rejuvenate my drying fountain of youth.

ok i admit that i forgot the password for this blog and clearly shows i’ve not been active in my ‘menlihood’. you see, my world doesn’t revolve around men. but anyway, that’s not the point. the point is that i’m here to bitch and lick my own wounds.

btw, geek – glad you’re up and goin’ in here. it’s been long since i heard from you.

back to my story. so i’m thinkin’. which one should i talk about first. the fact that i fucked cameron and felt like shit the morning after (tho we did it again) or talk about this dude that’s on my ‘to do list’?

i’ll start with cameron.

ok. so it was my special day. i was out partying with the mates and got drunk a little. ok not a little. no drugs were involved, i swear. everything that went in the biggest hole on our faces were purely spirits.

and i got horny. f-u-c-k-i-n-g horny. i used fabio’s cell and sent cameron a text message.

few hours later – i showed up and cameron’s room door (got in with fabio’s set of keys – damn those bulky texas bulky and noisy key chains) – and we ended up doing it.

the sex was AWESOME. it almost blew my brains out but both of us were too tired to really get all worked-out so my brains remained intact.

have i ever mentioned that he’s my BEST FUCK ever? he’s always been. but he fucked me over and i hate him. i hate myself for loving him but fuck it. whatever.

we screwed for an hour or so. it was 3am. knocked-off. and ‘woke up’ around 7am. we were moving around. i was asleep in his arms – whole night (ok not exactly but good 4 hours). we got horny.

and we did it again.

showered.

changed.

got out of the house.

he headed for the subway and i headed for a yellow.

i felt like SHIT. why the FUCK did i FUCK my EX for?!

you think i wish i could turn back time and not drink and fuck-up?

i don’t know.

i’ll talk about my ‘to do lis’ later. if you wanna take a sneak peek – click on the ’slayer’ at the tabs above.

(i still feel shitty from fucking my ex. i really do. but life doesn’t stop there for me. run along)

“It’s not you, It’s me”

my my my… isn’t that a common line for guys to reject girls?

“oh baby.. i can’t continue being in this relationship any longer”

“but why?? what did i do wrong?”

“oh baby, it’s not you it’s me“

there was one guy who was going after me, not exactly my typical type. although he claims that he is wealthy and all…but who am i kidding? without Looks… one can only go so far and i admit i am SHALLOW, at least i am not a GOLD DIGGER. Back to my Story, this dude was courting me, showering me with gifts ( something i am not used to ), dinners, paid for everything. well of course i felt like the queen, but that wasn’t enough for me. It can never be enough. He told me he liked me, then i was stunned.. so should i say, i ACTED stunned. Then i blurt out The Ultimate Sentence : i can’t get into a relationship. it’s not you. it’s me.

But i guess that is the easiest way to brush off a person, and hoping that he/she doesn’t know that this is the lamest rejection line ever!

Weeks later, i bumped into him on the streets…he came up to me and told me that I was the first girl in his entire life that ever rejected him, and worst still… i used the ultimate reject line that guys have been using it over the decades! and they actually thought that girls wouldnt use it against them. well..tough luck!

it’s not you, it’s just me..

men, love them or hate them?

well. it’s been a while since i last updated my sex life.

It has been pretty interesting tho.. my list of guys has to be updated again.

Men, love them of hate them? i’ve been dating a lot of guys lately…but recently, one particular guy i have been seeing for the past few months, has been really nice towards me. or should i say, i’ve actually started feeling comfortable around him. he is not my typical type, but somehow.. there’s something in him that makes me laugh every time we go out. slept with him few nights back, he was hungry for it. surprisingly, Sex was Good. I’ve not had a good one for along time. He asked me: “when was your last time?” Obviously not with u.. i had one just last week… but of course i did not say that.. i answered :” ohh.. my last time was with you.”

I’m such a Liar.. so are most of the guys i slept with. ” You are the only one i’m seeing right now” <– oh please.. you actually think i believe that?! you must be kidding me. I think i’m starting to think and talk like a guy. i say what they want to hear.. i do what makes them happy…. what is a little white lie if i could make them feel like they are on top of the world? I realize that the things guys once told me when i was still naive and has no clue in this are all lies, or at least 80% lies. It’s so easy to lie.. even i do that. Most common lie..” do u miss me?” me: “yea.. of course i do..” I swear, if i were to be Pinocchio, my nose would have grown so long that it’ll hit the bottom of the ocean!

However, among all of my “friends with benefits” i prefer this dude- Town Boy. at least he makes me feel special whenever i want to.

He,  my friends… has a 7 yrs girl friend. i tried to stay away from these kind of men. but somehow i’m drawn to them, or vice versa… it never ends.