It really is awful. After years of being pretty much bf-less because I'm emotionally unavailable and very selective, I decided to give up and meet someone for a no-strings attached agreement. After allowing myself to even be open to the idea, I met someone weeks later. The problem is that I love getting railed by him so much, I still have to play hard-to-get even though it's agreed that our relationship is just physical. Why? Because he might mistake it as me turning it twds relationship territory. Result: No more cock.
I called him last night on the 14th to see if he wanted to get together on the 18th.
He returns my call, "Hey G, the 15th sounds fine."
"Hey, no fair!" I chide. I'm such a coquette. "I said the 18th."
"Well, either one is fine with me since it's not like I have a job."
I figured I'd set my standards low, that way I'd never get attached. It's the perfect crime! I'm totally dickmatized. I'm not with him for anything meaningful.
This week is packed with work. The 18th would've worked better, but then I remembered my period is coming soon. Not sure when. I've never kept track, but it comes around the time my AMEX bill is due and I'm ready to fuck anything that moves and tells me my hair looks pretty.
The 15th will be a near impossible stretch. I have no idea how I will make it with a car full of camera gear to the only white boy living in South Central as I speed off from Chatsworth, hoping the two porn whores I have to shoot will be done licking each other by 5pm.
"Ok, baby. The 15th it is!"
I'm pathetic.
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