“Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. ‘Yes’ is the answer.” – blab
Mark said yes.
As if there were any doubt.
I sent Raj a text telling him about it:
“Answer your phone! My first ex agreed to be my tutor. Of course we’ll be doing much more than bjs – but not penetrative sex. When i know i got my touch back, i promise you a bj with a happy ending. Unless Tammy [pseudonym for Raj’s off and on chick] does it first.” – Tiragem
Eventually he responded:
“Very well grasshopper! Train & train hard- get it HARD! I’ll wait patiently until u r ready but until then – I AM MARATHON MAN! C u when i c u!”
So it’s settled.
I would have started classes today, but my period came just a few hours ago. Damned menstrual cycle!
Anyways, Nar called me… Okay, wait a second. Let’s pause for an infomercial here. For a while I’ve been wanting to change Nar’s alias. Originally, I wished to replace it with “Indian”, his real nick name. However, with this horoscope incident, I’ve scrapped the previous idea, and am instead struggling with two others.
My first thought was “Horoscope Boy”. It definitely is a reminder of his stupid beliefs, and has an added belittling effect that brings a crooked smile to my countenance.
Then there’s “Zodiac”. Once again, a nice reminder, but utterly without the disparaging effect. Instead, it sounds kinda… cool – like the name of the main villain in a straight-to-DVD movie where all the actors are between 18 and 24, and still awaiting their big break. Still I like it. Has a nice ring to it.
I think I’m going with Zodiac. Infomercial complete.
So Zodiac called me this morning; he knew I was going into town that morning and wanted me to buy him a phone. The fairly short conversation went quite normally until he asked me:
“So how are things going with you?”
I burst out laughing. I mean, honestly, it is a bit funny, isn’t it? Just a little. Let’s recap the last couple of entries.
I give a guy a blow job.
Approximately 8 hours after this, I agree with yet *another* guy to give him blow jobs, let him eat me out, and everything in between (except of course the penis between the legs).
An hour after that, the third guy, the one who has been relentlessly pursuing… no strike that… relentlessly wooing me (because Zodiac is an old fashioned chivalrous kinda guy) for the past few months asks me:
“So how are things going with you?”
Sounds funny now, doesn’t it? Yes, I like your answer – that depends on who you ask.
But I was laughing, and through bouts of laughter, I respond.
“Oh… I… I’m just fine. Fine and dandy!”
He paused. In confusion, perhaps. Then he chuckled, and repeated…
“…Fine and dandy…”
I do not know why he chuckled – perhaps because it is polite to laugh when other people are laughing, although the source of their amusement eludes you.
I do not know what he thought I was laughing about – perhaps he has simply gotten accustomed to me (Mad Girl he calls me) and understands that I sometimes laugh for no good reason.
Anywho, he said he would call me tonight, but has not yet. And before I jet (to play Grand Theft Auto – San Andreas), there are just two more things I want to say.
The first is that while I was washing the wares, and reflecting on the events of the past 24 hours, I was smiling. But I did not know that I was. I was told that I was smiling by mother after she gave me several odd looks over the course of 5 minutes. This means something, but I am not sure what.
The second thing is that it has not occurred to me until a couple of hours ago, that if and when I go through with this… arrangement… with Mark, that I will be effectively two-timing Zodiac. Of course, I omitted another “if” there – the “if” being at the start of “I continue to pursue anything with Zodiac”. That is a big if. And like I have been saying since I was 10 years old…
“ ‘If’ is a very small word with a very big meaning.” – Young Tiragem
I do not know what is going to happen between Zodiac and I, though I sense a slight drifting off in opposite directions – he has not seemed as adamant about calling me or going out with me in the past couple of days. I would not want to call me either after I had called me stupid several times in 10 minutes. It’s slightly sad, but I am a bit indifferent. If and when he calls I have no intentions of tip-toeing around any subject – I will say the first thing that comes to my mind. And let the chips fall where they may, as they say.
Speaking of chips. I have a casino in Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas, I have to rob.
See ya later.