Oh and in relation to the post below:
Making out and fooling around does not make my ban on dating null and void. I declined sex (small applause for me) and am still happily single. Somewhat happily single. Anyway, just wanted to clear up any confusion.
Monday, February 23, 2009
For the Lack of Tongue
Let's just put this out there first and foremost....
I enjoy kissing. Very much. I enjoy the feel of lips on lips and tongues exploring mouths and the taste of spit intermingling. I like soft kisses with no moisture and I like mashing lips together so hard with a tongue down the throat. I like it all. And I like variety. Maybe not so hygenic and pretty to think about, but I don't think it should be.
True kissing, especially with a boyfriend/serious significant other, should have tongue. Period.
There's no "I'm not really into tongue." or "I don't like if it gets messy." It's gonna get messy sometimes, especially when it's passionate. One of our bodies natural responses to sexual arousal is an increase in salivary gland output. So we should put that to good use.
So...
The next guy I date has to be a good kisser. I believe that I'm making that a new criteria. Which would put ex-Surfer Dude out of the running for any possible future dating action.
Which actually might take some pressure of me.
Which leads me to...
I made out with this guy the other night. I will call him Mr. X. I will not explain how I know Mr. X, except to say that the other night was not the first time. In fact, it is the third time in a few months that such a thing has happened.
1. I was really drunk. Like so drunk we made out in a parking lot and I ended up passing out in my car. Like only the 3rd time in my life (the other two being New Years) that I've ever blacked out even somewhat.
2. I was still drunk, but not nearly as much so and I brought him home. We made out, fooled around, and he was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. He left some marks on me; partly my fault because I'm easily bruised, but partly his because he chose inopportune spots to roughly kiss.
3. We were both a bit less drunk again and he came over to my new apartment. We went to bed, fooled around, had some laughs and some fun, and both slept for the rest of the morning. When I awoke I was surprised to find some new - although a little less conspicuous - marks, and ended up leaving him asleep in my bed while I trotted off to class.
My point in this whole thing is that Mr. X, rather unfortunately, is a good kisser. No, not just a good kisser. A great kisser. The first time I thought so, the second time I thought not, but this third one has definitely reintroduced me to the power of a good kiss.
Mr. DD was not a good kisser. He wasn't a fan of any tongue being involved in the kiss and therefore it lacked passion.
Ex-Surfer Dude did not lack passion, but still lacked tongue. I dated this guy for almost 2 years and I can count the number of times we touched tongues on both of my hands.
Am I wrong to want some tongue? Is tongue not in style anymore? I used to find plenty of tongue, along with plenty of people that really liked my kissing style. So i'm a little confused to why the last two boyfriends haven't liked it at all.
And of course there's Mr. X, who I should not even be attracted to by any means for so many different reasons, that I am wildly attracted to. Mostly because he kisses me with tongue. And because he laughs when I'm silly.
Oh crap what the hell am I getting into.
I enjoy kissing. Very much. I enjoy the feel of lips on lips and tongues exploring mouths and the taste of spit intermingling. I like soft kisses with no moisture and I like mashing lips together so hard with a tongue down the throat. I like it all. And I like variety. Maybe not so hygenic and pretty to think about, but I don't think it should be.
True kissing, especially with a boyfriend/serious significant other, should have tongue. Period.
There's no "I'm not really into tongue." or "I don't like if it gets messy." It's gonna get messy sometimes, especially when it's passionate. One of our bodies natural responses to sexual arousal is an increase in salivary gland output. So we should put that to good use.
So...
The next guy I date has to be a good kisser. I believe that I'm making that a new criteria. Which would put ex-Surfer Dude out of the running for any possible future dating action.
Which actually might take some pressure of me.
Which leads me to...
I made out with this guy the other night. I will call him Mr. X. I will not explain how I know Mr. X, except to say that the other night was not the first time. In fact, it is the third time in a few months that such a thing has happened.
1. I was really drunk. Like so drunk we made out in a parking lot and I ended up passing out in my car. Like only the 3rd time in my life (the other two being New Years) that I've ever blacked out even somewhat.
2. I was still drunk, but not nearly as much so and I brought him home. We made out, fooled around, and he was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. He left some marks on me; partly my fault because I'm easily bruised, but partly his because he chose inopportune spots to roughly kiss.
3. We were both a bit less drunk again and he came over to my new apartment. We went to bed, fooled around, had some laughs and some fun, and both slept for the rest of the morning. When I awoke I was surprised to find some new - although a little less conspicuous - marks, and ended up leaving him asleep in my bed while I trotted off to class.
My point in this whole thing is that Mr. X, rather unfortunately, is a good kisser. No, not just a good kisser. A great kisser. The first time I thought so, the second time I thought not, but this third one has definitely reintroduced me to the power of a good kiss.
Mr. DD was not a good kisser. He wasn't a fan of any tongue being involved in the kiss and therefore it lacked passion.
Ex-Surfer Dude did not lack passion, but still lacked tongue. I dated this guy for almost 2 years and I can count the number of times we touched tongues on both of my hands.
Am I wrong to want some tongue? Is tongue not in style anymore? I used to find plenty of tongue, along with plenty of people that really liked my kissing style. So i'm a little confused to why the last two boyfriends haven't liked it at all.
And of course there's Mr. X, who I should not even be attracted to by any means for so many different reasons, that I am wildly attracted to. Mostly because he kisses me with tongue. And because he laughs when I'm silly.
Oh crap what the hell am I getting into.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The best Valentine's Day ever
I was supposed to go on vacation last fall. I had two weeks before school started in L.A. to find a place, hang out on the beach, head to the desert, or just have fun with the ex, Surfer Boy, before becoming a slave to the educational institution once again.
Instead, I broke my foot a week before leaving, so my options for fun would be limited...
Then I came down with pneumonia and ended up back in Alaska after two horrendous weeks mostly alone in random hotel rooms barely able to eat, sleep, or function at all.
So now, 6 months later, here I am on the ferry to Haines for a wonderful Valentine's Day girl weekend extravaganza.
My friends, Ms. JB and MD have both been having a pretty rough time the last month and Ms. MD decided she couldn't take it anymore and needed to get out. So on the fly, we reserved three walk-on tickets on the fast ferry, rooms at a bed and breakfast (with a hot tub) and packed up our skis and snowshoes.
I'm mostly excited about the hot tub. I've been having dreams about the hot tub. Every night since we decided to go. Best case scenario we'll be the only people staying at the Bed and Breakfast and we can all hot tub naked with the bottle of wine that I have shoved in my backpack.
As far as Valentine's Day goes, I think this will go down as one of my favorites. I have chocolate in my bag, plenty of snow gear for fun outside, two of my closest friends, wine, and ferry boats. It's only for two days but that's all the vacation I need.
Instead, I broke my foot a week before leaving, so my options for fun would be limited...
Then I came down with pneumonia and ended up back in Alaska after two horrendous weeks mostly alone in random hotel rooms barely able to eat, sleep, or function at all.
So now, 6 months later, here I am on the ferry to Haines for a wonderful Valentine's Day girl weekend extravaganza.
My friends, Ms. JB and MD have both been having a pretty rough time the last month and Ms. MD decided she couldn't take it anymore and needed to get out. So on the fly, we reserved three walk-on tickets on the fast ferry, rooms at a bed and breakfast (with a hot tub) and packed up our skis and snowshoes.
I'm mostly excited about the hot tub. I've been having dreams about the hot tub. Every night since we decided to go. Best case scenario we'll be the only people staying at the Bed and Breakfast and we can all hot tub naked with the bottle of wine that I have shoved in my backpack.
As far as Valentine's Day goes, I think this will go down as one of my favorites. I have chocolate in my bag, plenty of snow gear for fun outside, two of my closest friends, wine, and ferry boats. It's only for two days but that's all the vacation I need.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Update on DD
I suppose everyone deserves an update.
Seeing him went alright.
I gave him the shirt.
He looks ridiculously good in sapphire blue.
But suprisingly, I'm getting over it. We're attempting to be "friends" and through that I've had to deal with quite a bit of his drama. It certainly is a different side of him than I saw while we were dating.
He was supposed to come to my housewarming party and I made it explicitly clear that "she" was not invited. I did not, however, expect that he would lie to her about where he was going and create a whole "situation" for himself. Plus I guess she was mad because he bought me a blender for my housewarming present and she doesn't even have a blender. I found that part of it rather amusing.
He's promised to help me with a project I'm working on for my Pa-Pa in North Carolina. That means 45 minutes every week of alone time with him. Blech.
I never ever wanted to be in this position. Now I'm the "other woman". It feels like shit.
But it's getting better, and I care less and less every day. And he really doesn't have anything to do with my dating ban.
Ok maybe just a little bit. :)
Seeing him went alright.
I gave him the shirt.
He looks ridiculously good in sapphire blue.
But suprisingly, I'm getting over it. We're attempting to be "friends" and through that I've had to deal with quite a bit of his drama. It certainly is a different side of him than I saw while we were dating.
He was supposed to come to my housewarming party and I made it explicitly clear that "she" was not invited. I did not, however, expect that he would lie to her about where he was going and create a whole "situation" for himself. Plus I guess she was mad because he bought me a blender for my housewarming present and she doesn't even have a blender. I found that part of it rather amusing.
He's promised to help me with a project I'm working on for my Pa-Pa in North Carolina. That means 45 minutes every week of alone time with him. Blech.
I never ever wanted to be in this position. Now I'm the "other woman". It feels like shit.
But it's getting better, and I care less and less every day. And he really doesn't have anything to do with my dating ban.
Ok maybe just a little bit. :)
The yearly "Swearing Off"
So it's been awhile since my last post and there are a few things that I can say.
-Beer and laptops do not mix. Especially when it involves your roommate/very close friend. And it's her fault that your laptop is not working anymore. And it's a touchy subject because neither of you are very good with confrontation and you're on pain medication and irritable.
-If you want a housewarming party filled with adorable, available men, have it on a day when you know there will be bad weather. That way you can invite all of your girlfriends knowing they wont show up, and all of your male friends who decided to brave the weather will bring their cute friends that you've never met before. Oh, and have a foosball table.
-If you do too many things involving your wrists, you have a very high likliehood of developing tendonitis, carpal tunnel, or both. Those things include: moving lots of furniture/decorating new apartment, takings ceramics/intro to wheel throwing, taking many classes that involve typing, getting really involved in sign language, and playing guitar. All at the same time. Damn.
a. Steroids suck big time. Especially Prednisone. It doesn't matter how much inflammation they reduce. They suck. Vicodin sucks too, but not nearly as much. It just gives you fucked up dreams about tiny dinosaurs that try to lick you so you kick them into a sliding glass door.
-If you fill out one of those stupid questionnares on Facebook entitled "25 things about me"...try to put things that are actually somewhat interesting that everyone doesn't already know about you, like: any muted jazz trumpet (especially Miles Davis) makes me weak in the knees and all tingly in my nether regions.
-When you hear from a friend in Ecuador, even if you're feeling particularly shitty at the moment, put on a happy face and actually try to have a decent conversation.
-Girlfriends are incredible, enough said.
So in other news, I've decided to willfully remove myself from the dating scene for six months. I feel like there are so many other things that I really need to focus on. It feels bad to say this but it's been a wake up call lately hanging out with a good friend of mine. She's in her mid-twenties and obsessed with men. Almost desperate around them. It's given me a good dose of what not to do. So it's done. If I am asked out, I will say "I'm flattered, but I'm not dating right now. If you want to hang out, I'm up for that, but nothing more."
Ok maybe not exactly that, but something to that degree.
And it's already been two months since I last had sex. And I've never gone more than six. So I'm not sure yet whether I'm going to consider sex a part of this whole deal. We'll see. Eight months without might just break me.
Wish me luck.
-Beer and laptops do not mix. Especially when it involves your roommate/very close friend. And it's her fault that your laptop is not working anymore. And it's a touchy subject because neither of you are very good with confrontation and you're on pain medication and irritable.
-If you want a housewarming party filled with adorable, available men, have it on a day when you know there will be bad weather. That way you can invite all of your girlfriends knowing they wont show up, and all of your male friends who decided to brave the weather will bring their cute friends that you've never met before. Oh, and have a foosball table.
-If you do too many things involving your wrists, you have a very high likliehood of developing tendonitis, carpal tunnel, or both. Those things include: moving lots of furniture/decorating new apartment, takings ceramics/intro to wheel throwing, taking many classes that involve typing, getting really involved in sign language, and playing guitar. All at the same time. Damn.
a. Steroids suck big time. Especially Prednisone. It doesn't matter how much inflammation they reduce. They suck. Vicodin sucks too, but not nearly as much. It just gives you fucked up dreams about tiny dinosaurs that try to lick you so you kick them into a sliding glass door.
-If you fill out one of those stupid questionnares on Facebook entitled "25 things about me"...try to put things that are actually somewhat interesting that everyone doesn't already know about you, like: any muted jazz trumpet (especially Miles Davis) makes me weak in the knees and all tingly in my nether regions.
-When you hear from a friend in Ecuador, even if you're feeling particularly shitty at the moment, put on a happy face and actually try to have a decent conversation.
-Girlfriends are incredible, enough said.
So in other news, I've decided to willfully remove myself from the dating scene for six months. I feel like there are so many other things that I really need to focus on. It feels bad to say this but it's been a wake up call lately hanging out with a good friend of mine. She's in her mid-twenties and obsessed with men. Almost desperate around them. It's given me a good dose of what not to do. So it's done. If I am asked out, I will say "I'm flattered, but I'm not dating right now. If you want to hang out, I'm up for that, but nothing more."
Ok maybe not exactly that, but something to that degree.
And it's already been two months since I last had sex. And I've never gone more than six. So I'm not sure yet whether I'm going to consider sex a part of this whole deal. We'll see. Eight months without might just break me.
Wish me luck.
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