Yup, that's what happened. I really thought I had gotten rid of my coke person's number for good, but a hardcore addict always finds a way. I found his number in ANOTHER older phone that I still had. So, I've been getting shit from him again for a while now again. I had to sell my beloved bass finally because of it and I'm now playing Russian Roulette Checking Account until I get paid on Friday.
Anyway, this time I got 2 bags at first, came back, did lines pretty fast (coke wasn't very good...I fucking hate that shit!), watched porn, masturbated and then decided that I'd make some $ that night. At least I could use this evil shit to get some good out of it, right? So, of course I had to get two more bags (of the bad shit, mind you) so I could sell some good sex. I put out my ad and waited about an hour, and when nobody called, I decided to go to the club. I did the other two bags at the club, felt bad and I was just about to leave as I finished the last of the last when a guy came in and we had sex. Here's the thing...as he was leaving, he gave me a hundred dollar bill and said "here, thank you"! That was exactly the starting price of what I was offering in my ad, hahaha. As shitty a place I was in at the moment, this seemed to be kind of divine, lol! I swear, it did. When I got home, there were several messages from my ad, but I was done, and kind of mystified. Oh...my penis. The guy masturbated me so hard that it got rug burn. Shut up, it's not funny.
The following weekend something else unusual happened. There's a girl at work that I've had mutual flirt sessions with in the past, but it's never gone beyond that because she lives in Bumblefuck, Egypt and had a boyfriend (I never knew this until very recently). We've been "poking" each other on FB and joking about the poking with sexual innuendos (like probably everybody has done at some point, lol) via text. Anyway, the sex peppered talk turned to her basically asking me if she could come over Saturday to have sex. Pretty cool. BUT, not only that...she also told me that a friend from work had told her that I practiced Buddhism, and she decided to ask me about it because she was interested and had already been to the center (same Buddhist center I go to!) researching. Even cooler. See, at the beginning of this year, I started chanting to meet someone within my Buddhist organization because I think it would really help if I had a sort of spiritual activism, if you will, with someone. But, when I kept chanting for it and didn't see anything happening, I decided maybe I was being too specific and decided I'd be okay with someone who is just spiritually minded in general. The first girl I went out with was a spiritual Christian, but the personalities did not mesh. The second girl was a spiritual Hindu, but again the personalities were just not a good combination. With this 3d one who is spiritually Buddhist, with a personalty that definitely blends well with mine, I've got a special feeling with. You know how sometimes in life, you feel like you have known them before? When I first met her (she will be called JB) I got that feeling.
When she came over, it was super comfortable the whole time and she looked way hot...OMFG does she have a BODY on her!! She brought some sangria, and we hung out for a good while on the balcony smoking cigs & chatting about INTERESTING stuff, and really liking each other. Then we did the chanting routine (her first time doing it ever) together and it was pretty powerful. And later, with my injured trooper of a penis, we had sex that was pretty damn good. Cooler than coolest.
She told me that she has a disease (I'm not going to say what it is) and that she just wanted me to know this (she said this before we had sex, btw). I found that to be honorable. And here's the thing with this chic again...this time it's different because I'm going to tell her right off the bat too about me. I really am. What I went through with my last girlfriend is something I never want to go through again. I've actually learned my lesson with that. I don't want to hurt like that anymore and I certainly don't want to hurt anyone else like that. I'm done, and if it means being alone for the rest of my life, so be it. I will not do that again.
Anyway, she's coming back this weekend. I didn't tell her when she told me about her stuff because I'd not really thought about it. The women I've dated after my ex have not been anything that I saw any long-term thing happening with, so the dilemma never really came up in my head until this JB thing happened. If she runs away, I will not be surprised and will understand. But if somehow this works, this may be great. I'm hoping for the best, and prepared for the worst.
mementos mori
2 years ago
