ACCA results are coming out tomorrow. I am fucking petrified – I really do not know if I will be able to pass 2.4. Although I did try my best with that paper, I realised that I have been an absolute delinquent when it comes to studying for the papers I’ll be writing in December. Instead of studying, I have been playing games, watching TV, yapping on the phone, or going out.
Yesterday, I forfeited studying to go shoot pool with Zodiac. Well, I guess I would have gone playing pool anyway – a couple of months ago, I made a decision that I would learn to play pool to avoid continuing embarrassment when playing with Zodiac and Rum. Almost every weekend, I’ve been going to the Sports Club in my office building to “practice”, usually putting in a couple hours every time. I think I am showing some marked improvement now. And after playing with Zodiac, I realised:
1. Zodiac, who has spent half of his life in pool halls, is WAY better than Chan.
2. Because he is better than Chan he pulls a way better game out of me than Chan does.
3. I much prefer shooting pool with Chan, not because it is way easier to win, but because it is just a lot more fun.
When Chan and I play, we’re talking and laughing between shots, ripping on each other, and even making bets on the outcome of the game. The last bet we made involved the loser having to drive or be driven home with nothing on but their underwear (panties only for me, boxers only for him). He lost – haha. And it was certainly a victory to watch him drive home, chest hair spilling onto the wheel. I kid. He is not that hairy – nowhere as bad as the Italian. Of course, before any driving took place, fun was to be had. All of this is detailed in that entry I never posted… Ah, my indifference.
Now, when Zodiac and I played yesterday, we barely spoke between shots. It was as if we actually went there to play pool – which we did, but we were friends, not opponents, and the point should have been just to have fun.
Anyways, it has been two weeks since I’ve had sex – and therefore, it can be correctly assumed that it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen Chan. Last weekend was Pop Rock, which took priority over any fuck. This weekend, my excuse was I didn’t want to shave – because I am going Tobago for four days, starting Friday, and I do not want to shave less than a week apart. I probably could have still gone out with Chan, because the epilator has managed to tame my chia-pet legs a bit, but still.
Chan did not seem to mind. Sure we spoke a few times since that night, and texted each other, but I realise that he never asks me to go out. Maybe I’ll explain why some other time. But with this relationship, I am the one who is chasing him. I suppose this is a pleasant change from my usual, dutifully-played role of prey.
There’s Raj… well, I guess it would be slightly misleading to say Raj is pursuing me. In case you guys don’t know by now, Raj is the 21 year old virgin with the 8 inch dick who I could not make cum from a BJ. Raj and I – well, if I were a guy with two big heads (as opposed to a big one, and a little one, if you know what I mean – that thing nearly took an eye out when I pulled down his pants), and a better sense of humour, I would be Raj. We are so similar, and therefore such good (platonic) friends. He is not quite pursuing me, only too aware of my perpetually horny nature, and always trying to take advantage of it.
There’s Rum, he only comes on to me when I have a bit of alcohol in me. When we went Pop Rock, I told him I would not kiss him, because…
“You only try to kiss me when I drink… Don’t you have the balls to kiss me other times?”
Rum: “Does that mean you aren’t going to kiss me?”
Tiragem: “No. But here’s what. If you try to kiss me in class, I will kiss you back, because you deserve it… Now, grow some balls.”
There’s James, who has been spamming me with texts ever since I gave him, and I quote “the best blow job in my life”. He came in like T minus 8 seconds. It was kinda pathetic. And amusing. I never wrote about that did I? Ever since that, and Chan telling me that I give him “one of his better blow jobs”, I no longer feel bad that I could not make Raj cum. Hell, even Raj said I blew him pretty good…
“You do it just like those girls in those porn DVDs… except you don’t swallow all of it.”
FUCK NO I can’t swallow all 8 inches of that thing, unless he wanted me to lubricate his dick with vomit. I think that is mostly why I could not make Raj cum – not because I couldn’t swallow it, but because it was just too big for me. Both Chan and James are like 5 / 6 inches. Swallowing that was easy – I barely choked.
Hmm… Did I mention I took an AIDS test? Came back negative.
And well, we all know about Zodiac…
And then there was Chan… the only guy I have to pursue. I think I like the role of predator. It suits me just fine.
Class started 10 minutes ago, and I’m still home… But before I go off, I just want to state a slight paranoia that’s developing. Like I mentioned before, I am going Tobago for 4 days. Twelve people, including myself, are going. Included in the twelve are also Zodiac, Rum, and his friend Harry (you would laugh I could only tell you how I came up with that pseudonym).
We all know my history with Zodiac.
Go back a few entries (apart from the little I told you in this one), and you’ll know the history on Rum.
Harry admitted he “liked me” when we went Zen, and was trying his darndest to kiss me when I was half asleep on his lap on our way home from Pop Rock.
All three are going Tobago… How the fuck do I balance that? Zodiac is a jealous guy, even if he is not my boyfriend. I did not tell him that Rum was coming on to me at Pop Rock. He knows nothing about Chan except that I went out with him a couple of times. He is not entitled to know anything, and I will not say a word especially if it means having his feelings hurt. When Zodiac could not get a car in time to go Pop Rock with me, the fucker cried! Well… his eyes were blood red, that was for sure.
Aargh. This is too much drama. Though, I guess, I kinda like it that way.