Last night I went home with a straanger... haven't we all? I recieved the 20 parental questions, do i smoke dope? am i gay or straight?(52 wrong %'s according to thespark.com) do i do extacy ? it was great fun jolly good. I do miss the concerns parents relinquish from there children. joy joy.. And i realized that i missed suburbia, though i don't live in one or ever truly did. No , that's not true.. with Andrew... in Calgary. But i mean this shit was far.. damn far .Orleans... crazy ass far. So we get back to hers and i just want to watch Craig Kilborn cause, well, he's the shit. I meet her pothead brother, who dives into books with me, Che.. Kerouac..motorcycle diaries..etc and of the like.To her horror, this stranger (a not so bad one may i add, from the availible pool ;) was bonding with her brother... i, bond with everyone. She has a sister.. whom i meet briefly the next morning. When i'm told to stay away form the bait. We get tired go upstairs i thought to sleep... but no.. it was booty time. I dodn't feel like booty, SO THERE WAS NO BOOTY. (she bites though) Her mom met me at 2am so was obviously unimpressed with this stranger. Kicked us downstairs where i went into sleep deprived mood. talked all funny, laughed to myself and basically denied any action on my part. (scottish accent) I didn't mean to be so cruel, I. but i just wasn't gona get it on.. with a stranger.. i mean, i felt not like it that evening.
Woke up woozy.. content with my bad but restained self ;) I've been nibbled on, but only bruises. And so on our way back, i slowly, maticulously set my boundaries without mentioning them alot. She goes off to work and I'v emade a friend without harm, though she may be upset about the no-booty thing... but then again, I'd have to live with kicking myself about that. So, it's all good.
I usually have a hard time saying no and then regret it later on... so you have to understand how proud i am of myself ;)
As for Ashley (which by the way is her name) she' seems cool with it.. in an understanding way. I'm hip, I'm cool. Anyhow, that's my sweet story.. I still se her , she works across the street. We be friends and I be leaving soon.
May I add that her last boyfriend was 3 years ago and i am one of teh first guys she' s booty-called home since her 7 girlfriends. Make sme feel special ;) Ciao
