Carol’s call messed my evening excitement with Diana
Jul 08, 2011
<b>Bachelor’s woes</b><br>Perhaps, I am unrealistic. My first girlfriend used to hint I was. On such occasions, I never took notice because I thought I wasn’t. But lately, I think she could have been right.
Bachelor’s woes
Perhaps, I am unrealistic. My first girlfriend used to hint I was. On such occasions, I never took notice because I thought I wasn’t. But lately, I think she could have been right.
I am a dreamer. See, I heavily obsess about stuff very expensive. For instance, I have this deep desire for the Rolls-Royce Phantom. You know that English automobile? God, I love it.
Then, you have probably heard guys comment every time they see beautiful musicians like Mariah Carey on TV. They say even if they were told the musician is HIV+, they would want to sleep with her.
If you think such guys are freaks, you can as well call me a nutcase. Every time I reach home from work, I switch on my laptop and flip to the Jennifer Lopez folder. I watch her videos. But, on all these occasions, I am not taking in a line of what the Latino is singing, just obsessing.
But, perhaps, this is not that bad. Dreaming about a woman when you are with another.
Last evening I was with Carol. By the way, I can entertain women and any other thing to do with them, without fearing to disorganise my circumcision wound, which is almost healed. I have come to the stage where I can afford a hard-on, without feeling pain. In fact, I often get them.
So last evening, I was with Carol. For starters, it was I who initiated the meeting. After I had had enough of J’ Lo’s wiggles, suddenly I had felt an urge to see Carol.
But about 20 minutes in her room, I got a call from Diana. It was the first time Diana was calling me since she jilted me.
Prior to the interference, we were huddled together – you know lover’s stuff, whispering sweet nothings.
But now, I found myself thinking about Diana. You cannot believe it, but her call even got me feeling butterflies in my stomach.
I recalled the words she used when she was dumping me. She said she could move on, without me. But this could not change a thing.
Suddenly, I found myself imagining stuff like the life we would have had if she had taken me in.
I even found myself wishing she was next to me, not Carol.
But why had she called? It puzzled me. Perhaps, she still felt a thing for me – perhaps… I got so immersed into Diana I forgot all about the girl cloistered in a corner of the settee, next to me.
And she found out.
Perhaps, I am unrealistic. My first girlfriend used to hint I was. On such occasions, I never took notice because I thought I wasn’t. But lately, I think she could have been right.
I am a dreamer. See, I heavily obsess about stuff very expensive. For instance, I have this deep desire for the Rolls-Royce Phantom. You know that English automobile? God, I love it.
Then, you have probably heard guys comment every time they see beautiful musicians like Mariah Carey on TV. They say even if they were told the musician is HIV+, they would want to sleep with her.
If you think such guys are freaks, you can as well call me a nutcase. Every time I reach home from work, I switch on my laptop and flip to the Jennifer Lopez folder. I watch her videos. But, on all these occasions, I am not taking in a line of what the Latino is singing, just obsessing.
But, perhaps, this is not that bad. Dreaming about a woman when you are with another.
Last evening I was with Carol. By the way, I can entertain women and any other thing to do with them, without fearing to disorganise my circumcision wound, which is almost healed. I have come to the stage where I can afford a hard-on, without feeling pain. In fact, I often get them.
So last evening, I was with Carol. For starters, it was I who initiated the meeting. After I had had enough of J’ Lo’s wiggles, suddenly I had felt an urge to see Carol.
But about 20 minutes in her room, I got a call from Diana. It was the first time Diana was calling me since she jilted me.
Prior to the interference, we were huddled together – you know lover’s stuff, whispering sweet nothings.
But now, I found myself thinking about Diana. You cannot believe it, but her call even got me feeling butterflies in my stomach.
I recalled the words she used when she was dumping me. She said she could move on, without me. But this could not change a thing.
Suddenly, I found myself imagining stuff like the life we would have had if she had taken me in.
I even found myself wishing she was next to me, not Carol.
But why had she called? It puzzled me. Perhaps, she still felt a thing for me – perhaps… I got so immersed into Diana I forgot all about the girl cloistered in a corner of the settee, next to me.
And she found out.