Well two weekends ago I spent Friday and Saturday nights with my fuck buddy. We
were still talking about the volcano incident. He was upset when I walked out on
him and never wanted to feel that way again. I reiterated that he had the right
to spend time with anyone that he wanted as i had the right to remove myself
from people that I didn’t want to associate with. It was more that he didn’t
acknowledge my choice to not associate with them than anything else.
Apparently, I have pissed off his neighbour. His neighbour
seems to be grumpy with me for whatever reason. He thinks I’m a ‘spoilt brat’, ‘controlling’,
a ‘freeloader’, and an ‘obnoxious arrogant person.’ Its interesting to hear
other peoples perspective of how they perceive you. Growing up in state housing
in a lower socio-economic suburb with fanatical religious parents does not lend
itself to becoming a spoilt brat. In fact my experiences have grounded me, made
me stronger as a person. I acknowledge that I am a little bit of a snob – but
lets face facts – I could have ended up as white trash with my background –
instead I excelled at school and went to university – I made me – I wasn’t
satisfied with the cards that life had dealt me and I did something about it –
everyone has the opportunity to do the same.
I am a little opinionated and love a good heated discussion
about politics, religion, boat people and all the topics that one should never
discuss in polite company. I say what I think and have very reasoned logical
responses to back up what Im saying. Some may call this obnoxious and arrogant.
I consider it as having a spark, I’m not going to just go with the status quo –
I tried that with hiding my sexuality – I’m not going to hide who I am or hide
my opinions.
It was interesting Saturday night as during the day he had
one of his fuck buddy’s round for drinks. Apparently the visitor had wanted to
fuck around with my fuck buddy. As we were meeting that night, my fuck buddy
was uncomfortable and refused. The visitor was upset at this refusal as my fuck
buddy had never refused a fuck before. It was a little bit of an ego boost for
me but troubling at the same time. My fuck buddy said that he knows that we are
not exclusive but it didn’t feel right.
The visitor knew that I was coming round that night. When we
left to go out for dinner, the visitor messaged to say how long my fuck buddy
would be as he wanted to come round again… I said to my fuck buddy that he
obviously wanted to fuck after I had left… he probably wasn’t aware that I
would be sleeping over with my fuck buddy. When we got home, the visitor was
asleep in my fuck buddy’s bed as the neighbour had let him in. My fuck buddy
instantly knew that I would not tolerate it and was ‘upset’ that his visitor
did not get the hint to stay away. I just simply said he had two choices, 1)
eject him from the house and spend the night with me 2) I would leave. There was no third option. Some may say that
this is controlling… however I am not pushing for either option – I am just
giving my fuck buddy the choice. If I was in a relationship there would be no
options. My fuck buddy chose the first option…
Had a first date with a guy for morning tea today, he
was one of those guys that look photogenic but sadly an unfortunate sight in
reality. His skin was pocketed, his teeth were yellow and simply awful – he was
a grinder and had grinded down a significant portion of this teeth. The first
45 minutes were all talking about him, his life and experiences, he was name
dropping left right and centre. It appeared like his life was defined by the
people he had met. It was only during the last 10 minutes that he seemed to
show any interest in me – albeit a forced cursory enquiry into my life. He was
uneducated, hadn’t completed Year 12, was hyperactive and couldn’t sit still.
Thank goodness I had said that I had lunch with a mate as this was my exit
strategy. I politely said that it was time for me to go and that it was nice to
meet him – no talk about meeting up again on both sides… he obviously got the
drift… he had insight unlike the McDonald’s manager.
I met up with Chefette for a
movie night for the 7th date, it was nice enough. My feelings about the lack of connection with Chefette are continuing. We just didn't seem to have the spark. We seemed great on paper - similar interests, he had boyish good looks and a great sense of humour. The next date with Chefette on Thursday night went well. I actually met his mother, and we had a good chat about things one does not usually discuss on a first meet - politics and religion... (needless to say I was in my element and the conversation flowed well.
I continued to see my fuck buddy for about 5 consecutive nights for the next few weeks...
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