Sexed up.

Ok, so i'm going to try and be really short, because I have a 'ma-ja' meeting in about an hour and a half that I'm not at all prepared for.

So, for those of you who don't know (ie Bam)I'm currently sort of dating a gorgeous 35 year old actor/playwright, who has a great sense of humour, is really smart, and generally quite nice and intelligent. You name it, he's mr Perfect.
Only he's a fucking romantic too (sending text messages and making phonecalls 10 times a day to wish me a good day, tell me the sun is shining... blah. He hasn't dared mentioning birds chipping -yet- but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't even find it corny). Anyways, you know very well how annoying I find this, especially since I'm required to answer these messages otherwise he gets "desperate" (in his own words).

I decided nonetheless to have sex with him, because, well, he's gorgeous, and 35, so it can't go wrong, right? I'm supposed to see him tonight for that.

Only problem is that my sex cravings were entirely satisfied last night, by a guy who made me realise that there's something missing with old mr perfect, and that is... wait for it... butterflies. Yep, me, Frenchie, using such a mellow-corny word. uh-uh. Not that I'm in love with young-mr-hottie (the one I had sex with last night), but at least I felt.. dunno, that I really wanted him. And it also felt as though none of us were playing a game, which was nice too.

Suffice to say that I went to a bar last night (with about 20 friends of mine), spent half the night chatting with a great Brasilian guy (who happens to be dating one of my friends)about relationships and marriage and failure and drugs and god knows what, and I got really drunk. I then realised that this guy I had met at a birthday a month ago (we had spent the whole night talking and smoking cigarettes - literally until 7am - but nothing had happened) was there and kinda looking at me, so we talked until the bar closed. We got out, and he kissed me (which I thought would never happen as he looked like a rather 'shy' guy). He was walking me back to the taxi station when I decided to go have sex with him, just randomly, because I felt like it, instead of going home - and he wanted it too, I didn't push it.

So we went to his, had sex, then slept, had sex again, and then it was morning, I had slept 1h in the night and I had to go to work (so did he). Only we decided to take a very quick nap, I missed my alarm clock, and when I woke up it was 9am and I was late. I got dressed really quick, we kissed and I left. I didn't even ask for his number - neither did he by the way.
I'll see him again when I see him again, which probably means in another couple of months or so. I don't really care. I like him, but I'm not in a hurry. Somehow, I'm not desperate to be with someone, and I've decided to take a very philosophical approach to matters of life and love: whatever happens, happens when it happens. LOL

Mmm, and yeah, tiny problem, I missed my alarm because my phone ran out of battery, which means I can't call old-mr-perfect to re-schedule or tell him to go fuck himself. I'm supposed to see him straight after work, and obviously I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes (which, by the way, everybody noticed at work) and I didn't even fucking had a shower (didn't have time for that) but I'm craving one right now. So, there's no way I'm gonna have sex with him tonight lol.


Anyways, I've got to get bacK to work, will write more later..


hugs'n'kisses biatches

Frenchie

ps: I've got a MAJOR HANGOVER.