Monday, June 18, 2012
Two Jobs? It's Nice, But A Pain In The Butt!!
I got a second job! Woohoo! Not really. It blows.
I work at an Arby's from like 8:30-2 (but I usually get off early, at like 1 or 1:30) and then I work as a janitor at ADT from 4-11. And I work Sunday through Wednesday and Friday at Arby's and then Monday through Friday at ADT so I only have one full day off. It already sucks big time and I just started my second job last Monday.
I never have any free time anymore. I have just enough time to go home after I get off Arby's, shower and eat lunch and then leave for my second job because ADT is like forty minutes away from my house. It's a long ass drive when you're tired as hell. More than once I've about fallen asleep on the drive.
Driving makes me sleepy for some strange reason but driving forty minutes to work when you're completely exhausted from getting 6 1/2 hours of sleep makes me about fall asleep.
Like, for real, I don't know how I'm going to be able to do this. I'm so fucking tired and when I don't get enough sleep I get really grumpy and nobody likes me when I'm grumpy. Because when I'm grumpy I am a bitch. I can be a bitch even when I'm not in a bad mood but when I'm a grouch, it's major bitch.
I'm not sure how long I'm going to be able to handle working a full time job and a part time job but I'm going to try to do it for as long as possible. I need to get my own car instead of driving my Dad's old Cavalier and working two jobs should make that happen a lot faster than if I was just working one.
I already figured out what I'm going to spend my first paycheck from my second job on. I'm getting a tattoo. I'm getting a haircut. I'm getting my ears pierced again. If the janitorial job allows facial piercings, I'm totally quitting Arby's (because they don't) and I'm getting my nose and my lip pierced again. And I'm going shopping for a new bikini. I'm so excited about getting a second paycheck! :)
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Alkie Whore? I Think Not
So recently I was called an alcoholic whore. I was talking to my brothers because they cornered me one day when I was on my way to my room and so we stood around for maybe five, ten minutes, talking. My younger brother, Bert, said that I need to stop being a whore and encouraged my older brother, Tim, to tell me what he thinks about my recent actions as well. Tim said he thinks I'm an alcoholic and I'm stupid when I'm drunk.
First of all, I am not a whore. I was almost kind of insulted that they would call me that because I am their own sister. I have been with four guys in my whole entire 19 years of life and that is it. I am not a fucking whore.
Second of all, I am not an alcoholic. I like to drink. I like to be drunk. So what? That's no big deal. Most kids my age like to get drunk too and I'm sure they do it more than I do . . . Well, okay, maybe not more . . . I don't know how often the normal 19-yr. old drinks, but I drink maybe two or three times a week. That doesn't make me an alcoholic.
Thirdly, yes, I am kind of stupid when I'm drunk sometimes. When I get hammered, I sometimes develop a strange addiction to carrying a trashcan around with me wherever I go, but that's only because I don't want to throw up on a friend's floor. That would be gross and I try to have some respect for their carpet. :p But he wouldn't even know how dumb I can be when I get wasted because he's never gone out drinking with me. He's only seen me when my sister brings me home, stumbling all over the place and giggling like a retard.
So, therefore, I have come to the conclusion that I am not an alcoholic whore, but a normal teenage girl trying to have some fun before she gets too old.
Before you call somebody an alcoholic or a whore or anything else for that matter, get your fucking facts straight, bitch!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Self Image Is A Pretty Big Deal
Self Image- self image is a pretty damn big deal.
I have always been worried about what other people think of me. I worry if my hair is perfect. If my makeup has smeared. If my clothes look good. I have always been so worried about my appearance and how people think of me, that it's killing me inside. I'm so sick of worrying about those things. It's stupid and just a waste of my time. So, for the past few months I've really been trying hard to change. To not care so much about what others think of me. And I am changing. I'm starting to just not even get a fuck anymore. The only opinion that really matters, is my own.
What matters is that I like my clothes. I like my hairstyle. I like the smudges of eyeliner beneath my eyes because it gives me that look that tells people I'm not trying to be perfect and I'm not going to paint my face to perfection.
All that matters is what you think of yourself. Don't even let those things get to you. They don't fucking matter. All that matters is that you feel good about yourself. So your thighs are a little chubby? So what? You can work on those if you really want to. You have freckles? They add character. You have a crooked smile? It's just another little imperfection that makes you you. You have a big nose? Well, you can always get a nose job when you have the money. :p
No, seriously, it doesn't matter if you're not perfect like the Victoria's Secret models. They're really not as perfect as they seem. You don't know them. You don't know how bare they look without makeup or see their freckles or the fat on their hips. They're completely airbrushed by the time you get to see their faces and bodies in the magazines. You wouldn't really want to look like that anyway. Too perfect. Imperfections just add character.
I have chubby thighs, a crooked smile and freckles. Yeah, I want to work on slimming down my thighs a little bit, but I doubt I ever really will because it's honestly not that big of a deal. I'm a little self-conscious about my crooked smile sometimes but I'm working on not worrying about it. And my freckles? Well, I actually kind of like them. My little sister has freckles too and she didn't like them for a while until she realized that I like mine and that freckles just really aren't that bad. How many people have freckles? I don't see many people with freckles, so you must be extra special if you get them, right?
I have always been worried about what other people think of me. I worry if my hair is perfect. If my makeup has smeared. If my clothes look good. I have always been so worried about my appearance and how people think of me, that it's killing me inside. I'm so sick of worrying about those things. It's stupid and just a waste of my time. So, for the past few months I've really been trying hard to change. To not care so much about what others think of me. And I am changing. I'm starting to just not even get a fuck anymore. The only opinion that really matters, is my own.
What matters is that I like my clothes. I like my hairstyle. I like the smudges of eyeliner beneath my eyes because it gives me that look that tells people I'm not trying to be perfect and I'm not going to paint my face to perfection.
All that matters is what you think of yourself. Don't even let those things get to you. They don't fucking matter. All that matters is that you feel good about yourself. So your thighs are a little chubby? So what? You can work on those if you really want to. You have freckles? They add character. You have a crooked smile? It's just another little imperfection that makes you you. You have a big nose? Well, you can always get a nose job when you have the money. :p
No, seriously, it doesn't matter if you're not perfect like the Victoria's Secret models. They're really not as perfect as they seem. You don't know them. You don't know how bare they look without makeup or see their freckles or the fat on their hips. They're completely airbrushed by the time you get to see their faces and bodies in the magazines. You wouldn't really want to look like that anyway. Too perfect. Imperfections just add character.
I have chubby thighs, a crooked smile and freckles. Yeah, I want to work on slimming down my thighs a little bit, but I doubt I ever really will because it's honestly not that big of a deal. I'm a little self-conscious about my crooked smile sometimes but I'm working on not worrying about it. And my freckles? Well, I actually kind of like them. My little sister has freckles too and she didn't like them for a while until she realized that I like mine and that freckles just really aren't that bad. How many people have freckles? I don't see many people with freckles, so you must be extra special if you get them, right?
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Love and Trust
LOVE -
I think, if love really exists, I was in love with my friend, Steve. I thought of him all the time and I didn't just want to be with him all the time, I wanted to share new things with him. I wanted to experience life with him. But my feelings have slowly changed over the past several months, and I think of him a lot less often. I no longer think about trying new things with him by my side. I honestly thought I was in love with him. But who is to say that love really exists?
What if love is just a made up concept? What if love doesn't exist? The one thing that keeps me sane is believing that love is not real. Because if love exists, then it can happen to me and if it can happen to me, then I have the ability to become one of those awful bridezillas that I hate. I don't want to ever believe in love again. If I choose to believe in love, then I can be hurt and have my heart broken again. And so, I don't let myself be foolish enough to believe in love anymore.
Trust -
Trust is too easily given and not often earned. Don't be trusting because people will just use you and tear you apart and you will die inside. Trust needs to be earned again and again and again for all of eternity. Don't trust somebody just because they proved in one situation that you can trust them. Make them earn your trust for the rest of their life.
I have learned, in my short eighteen years of life, that you shouldn't trust anyone. Trust is one of the most special things in life. It's more special than your virginity. It's more special than love (especially since love doesn't exist). Don't trust anyone because nobody will ever be completely trustworthy. Everybody will break your trust eventually.
And those are my feelings on love and trust.
I think, if love really exists, I was in love with my friend, Steve. I thought of him all the time and I didn't just want to be with him all the time, I wanted to share new things with him. I wanted to experience life with him. But my feelings have slowly changed over the past several months, and I think of him a lot less often. I no longer think about trying new things with him by my side. I honestly thought I was in love with him. But who is to say that love really exists?
What if love is just a made up concept? What if love doesn't exist? The one thing that keeps me sane is believing that love is not real. Because if love exists, then it can happen to me and if it can happen to me, then I have the ability to become one of those awful bridezillas that I hate. I don't want to ever believe in love again. If I choose to believe in love, then I can be hurt and have my heart broken again. And so, I don't let myself be foolish enough to believe in love anymore.
Trust -
Trust is too easily given and not often earned. Don't be trusting because people will just use you and tear you apart and you will die inside. Trust needs to be earned again and again and again for all of eternity. Don't trust somebody just because they proved in one situation that you can trust them. Make them earn your trust for the rest of their life.
I have learned, in my short eighteen years of life, that you shouldn't trust anyone. Trust is one of the most special things in life. It's more special than your virginity. It's more special than love (especially since love doesn't exist). Don't trust anyone because nobody will ever be completely trustworthy. Everybody will break your trust eventually.
And those are my feelings on love and trust.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Major Bitch Moment Of The Day
Bitch moment of the day:
Me and my younger brother, Bert, went to Sonic earlier and we had pulled in to one of the thingamajigs (I don't know what they're called, but it's where the carhops come out with your food and stuff) and anyway, I was backing out because we were done there and this car comes flying up behind us.
Well, I didn't see them 'cuz they hadn't come around the building yet so when they come into view I'm already halfway out of my spot. They stop and let me out, very reluctantly, I reckon. They laid on the horn, so what do you think I did? Rolled down my window, looked back at them and yelled, "Get outta my fuckin' way, dumbfuck!" One of the passengers in the backseat was upset he threw his ice cream cone out of the window and it splattered on the ground.
My brother couldn't understand why I called them a "dumbfuck" and I was practically in tears, I was laughing so hard because they had just wasted their ice cream cone. I explained to him that I just had to call them a "dumbfuck" because it just sounded freakin' awesome, like in the movies or something. He still didn't understand why I couldn't have just called them a "dumbass" like a normal person. But, c'mon, you have to admit, dumbfuck just sounds better.
I cannot believe the stupid shit threw his ice cream cone on the ground like that. I mean, seriously? Why waste perfectly good ice cream? It was freakin' amazing though. It was like a scene out of a movie or something. The way that kid looked at me and then just threw his cone down in a fit. It was amazing.
Yes, I acted like an immature bitch when I yelled at them, but who freakin' cares? It's a Friday night, I can get away with anything. I enjoyed my moment of bitchiness.
Me and my younger brother, Bert, went to Sonic earlier and we had pulled in to one of the thingamajigs (I don't know what they're called, but it's where the carhops come out with your food and stuff) and anyway, I was backing out because we were done there and this car comes flying up behind us.
Well, I didn't see them 'cuz they hadn't come around the building yet so when they come into view I'm already halfway out of my spot. They stop and let me out, very reluctantly, I reckon. They laid on the horn, so what do you think I did? Rolled down my window, looked back at them and yelled, "Get outta my fuckin' way, dumbfuck!" One of the passengers in the backseat was upset he threw his ice cream cone out of the window and it splattered on the ground.
My brother couldn't understand why I called them a "dumbfuck" and I was practically in tears, I was laughing so hard because they had just wasted their ice cream cone. I explained to him that I just had to call them a "dumbfuck" because it just sounded freakin' awesome, like in the movies or something. He still didn't understand why I couldn't have just called them a "dumbass" like a normal person. But, c'mon, you have to admit, dumbfuck just sounds better.
I cannot believe the stupid shit threw his ice cream cone on the ground like that. I mean, seriously? Why waste perfectly good ice cream? It was freakin' amazing though. It was like a scene out of a movie or something. The way that kid looked at me and then just threw his cone down in a fit. It was amazing.
Yes, I acted like an immature bitch when I yelled at them, but who freakin' cares? It's a Friday night, I can get away with anything. I enjoyed my moment of bitchiness.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
You Just Gotta Let It Out Sometimes
I'm going to apologize now for what I'm about to be writing. I'm going to rant about how douchebaggy guys are and I just really need to rant right now so if you don't like to read things written in frustration or anger then I suggest that you don't fucking read this post.
Guys are fucking douchebags. Seriously. I can't stand them lately and I'm thinking I should just become a lesbian. Guys that I don't want to like me, like me. And guys that I do want to like me, either don't like me and have no interest in me whatsoever or they don't like me but they want to fuck me anyway.
Guys are wimpy ass douchebags. I went to the movies one night last week with this guy that I met at a fish fry once and we had to wait around for like an hour before our movie started. We had nothing at all to talk about. Absolutely nothing. So he decided to tell me stories about his stupid ass friends and I had to laugh at the stories even though they were just fucking retarded. Then he moved on to tell me about his car and how it has problems and he was working on it one day and he cut his hand. The cut looked nasty but it looked nasty because it looked like he wasn't taking care of it and keeping it clean like he should have done. Then there was this tiny little scratch on his finger that he whined about. Seriously? You could barely see the fucking scratch and he was being a big pussy about it. Even I don't whine about scratches that tiny.
And guys are all the same. They all want the same thing. They just go about getting it in different ways. Some of them pussyfoot around it and be all nice and sweet and try to be everything they think you want and more just so they can get some ass. I hate guys like that. They're dickholes. And some of them are straight up about what they want. I like that, because even if all they want is sex, at least they're not trying to make you believe that they're something they really aren't. It doesn't matter how they go about it, they all want sex. That's all they want.
Guys are stupid pricks. They'll take you out for a nice time and then take you to bed. Or they'll just take you to bed. It all depends on how much or how little you think they should spend on you. Either way, they'll get you in bed and then when they're done satisfying their needs, they'll make plans to hang out with you again and those plans never get acted out because they knew all along that they just wanted one night with you and no more. They do that all the fucking time. They promise to call you or text you or whatever so you can get together again and the whole entire time they're making that promise, they know they don't ever want to see you again. It's as simple as that. Guys are fucking douchebags.
Guys make me sick. They parade around like they own the world and they can get any girl they want and it's because it's true. How many women presidents have we had? None. How many unwed queens do you hear about? I know that I might just be stupid, but I can't think of any. How many women popes or vice presidents are there? Umm, none. Men own the world. And they can get any girl they want because we are weak. Why can't there be more women like Rosa Parks? Why can't we stand up for ourselves because we're sick of all this shit? Of being treated like we're less? I wish we were stronger.
So anyway, guys are douchebags. But you need 'em anyway. You certainly don't want to need them sometimes, but it doesn't really matter what you want sometimes, does it? You need what you need. Despite the fact that guys annoy me and piss me off, I hope someday I can find a douchebag that I can have all to myself.
Guys are fucking douchebags. Seriously. I can't stand them lately and I'm thinking I should just become a lesbian. Guys that I don't want to like me, like me. And guys that I do want to like me, either don't like me and have no interest in me whatsoever or they don't like me but they want to fuck me anyway.
Guys are wimpy ass douchebags. I went to the movies one night last week with this guy that I met at a fish fry once and we had to wait around for like an hour before our movie started. We had nothing at all to talk about. Absolutely nothing. So he decided to tell me stories about his stupid ass friends and I had to laugh at the stories even though they were just fucking retarded. Then he moved on to tell me about his car and how it has problems and he was working on it one day and he cut his hand. The cut looked nasty but it looked nasty because it looked like he wasn't taking care of it and keeping it clean like he should have done. Then there was this tiny little scratch on his finger that he whined about. Seriously? You could barely see the fucking scratch and he was being a big pussy about it. Even I don't whine about scratches that tiny.
And guys are all the same. They all want the same thing. They just go about getting it in different ways. Some of them pussyfoot around it and be all nice and sweet and try to be everything they think you want and more just so they can get some ass. I hate guys like that. They're dickholes. And some of them are straight up about what they want. I like that, because even if all they want is sex, at least they're not trying to make you believe that they're something they really aren't. It doesn't matter how they go about it, they all want sex. That's all they want.
Guys are stupid pricks. They'll take you out for a nice time and then take you to bed. Or they'll just take you to bed. It all depends on how much or how little you think they should spend on you. Either way, they'll get you in bed and then when they're done satisfying their needs, they'll make plans to hang out with you again and those plans never get acted out because they knew all along that they just wanted one night with you and no more. They do that all the fucking time. They promise to call you or text you or whatever so you can get together again and the whole entire time they're making that promise, they know they don't ever want to see you again. It's as simple as that. Guys are fucking douchebags.
Guys make me sick. They parade around like they own the world and they can get any girl they want and it's because it's true. How many women presidents have we had? None. How many unwed queens do you hear about? I know that I might just be stupid, but I can't think of any. How many women popes or vice presidents are there? Umm, none. Men own the world. And they can get any girl they want because we are weak. Why can't there be more women like Rosa Parks? Why can't we stand up for ourselves because we're sick of all this shit? Of being treated like we're less? I wish we were stronger.
So anyway, guys are douchebags. But you need 'em anyway. You certainly don't want to need them sometimes, but it doesn't really matter what you want sometimes, does it? You need what you need. Despite the fact that guys annoy me and piss me off, I hope someday I can find a douchebag that I can have all to myself.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Little Random Facts About Me
I have noticed a few things about myself lately. They're little, unimportant, quirks. I guess, they're a part of what makes me different from every other girl out there and what makes me me.
1. - I always always always get cold in movie theaters. It doesn't matter if I'm burning up in a coat in the lobby, waiting for the movie to start. The minute I find myself a seat in that dark theater room, I'm freezing my ass off and trying to control the shivering.
2. - I love to dip McDonalds chocolate chip cookies into sweet and sour sauce. I started doing this sometime last year when I was working at McDonalds. I was bored one day and I had finished my nuggets and still had some sauce left so I decided to dip my cookies in it. It was soo good because it just added to the deliciousness of the cookies. It gave them a tangy taste that I became addicted to. Every time I go to McDs and get cookies I absolutely have to get some sweet and sour sauce to go with them. I cannot stand eating them without the sauce anymore because it feels like they aren't complete. (Everybody still laughs at me for my strange addiction :p).
3. - I love 80s movies. I'm not sure why, but I really do. They just have something about them that makes me like them and want to watch them over and over and over again. I could watch Dirty Dancing and Some Kind of Wonderful all day long.
4. - I cannot dance to save my life. I have tried by myself and I just look kind of like a retard. I have tried to let my brother-in-law teach me how to dance and I was a complete klutz, stepping on his feet and stepping on my own. I just can't dance. But I certainly like to try.
5. - I love reading sappy romances on rainy days.
6. - Whenever I order from Pizza Hut, I eat and eat and eat until I feel like I'm about to explode. I can really chow down on pepperoni pizza and breadsticks.
7. - I always have room for dessert. No matter how much I eat, there will always be room for dessert. No matter how full I feel, I always some space reserved for dessert in my stomach. Always. And I don't believe there is such a thing as eating "too much dessert."
8. - I believe that it is never too early for a drink. If it's 7pm and I have alcohol, why not drink it to help me relax? If it's noon, why not have a drink so I can get through the rest of the day without pulling out my hair? If it's 5am, why not have a drink to get my day started? Never too early for a drink. If you've got alcohol within reach, drink it up.
9. - I'm a bitch, I really am. I might not like to admit it, but honestly, I am a bitch. True, I'm not always a bitch, but I most definitely have my moments when I am the definition of bitch. We all have our moments. :)
10. - I want to hook up with a guy from every branch of the military. I have no idea why, I just really do. One down, four to go. Army was pretty fuckin' amazing, lets see if any other serviceman can top that.
1. - I always always always get cold in movie theaters. It doesn't matter if I'm burning up in a coat in the lobby, waiting for the movie to start. The minute I find myself a seat in that dark theater room, I'm freezing my ass off and trying to control the shivering.
2. - I love to dip McDonalds chocolate chip cookies into sweet and sour sauce. I started doing this sometime last year when I was working at McDonalds. I was bored one day and I had finished my nuggets and still had some sauce left so I decided to dip my cookies in it. It was soo good because it just added to the deliciousness of the cookies. It gave them a tangy taste that I became addicted to. Every time I go to McDs and get cookies I absolutely have to get some sweet and sour sauce to go with them. I cannot stand eating them without the sauce anymore because it feels like they aren't complete. (Everybody still laughs at me for my strange addiction :p).
3. - I love 80s movies. I'm not sure why, but I really do. They just have something about them that makes me like them and want to watch them over and over and over again. I could watch Dirty Dancing and Some Kind of Wonderful all day long.
4. - I cannot dance to save my life. I have tried by myself and I just look kind of like a retard. I have tried to let my brother-in-law teach me how to dance and I was a complete klutz, stepping on his feet and stepping on my own. I just can't dance. But I certainly like to try.
5. - I love reading sappy romances on rainy days.
6. - Whenever I order from Pizza Hut, I eat and eat and eat until I feel like I'm about to explode. I can really chow down on pepperoni pizza and breadsticks.
7. - I always have room for dessert. No matter how much I eat, there will always be room for dessert. No matter how full I feel, I always some space reserved for dessert in my stomach. Always. And I don't believe there is such a thing as eating "too much dessert."
8. - I believe that it is never too early for a drink. If it's 7pm and I have alcohol, why not drink it to help me relax? If it's noon, why not have a drink so I can get through the rest of the day without pulling out my hair? If it's 5am, why not have a drink to get my day started? Never too early for a drink. If you've got alcohol within reach, drink it up.
9. - I'm a bitch, I really am. I might not like to admit it, but honestly, I am a bitch. True, I'm not always a bitch, but I most definitely have my moments when I am the definition of bitch. We all have our moments. :)
10. - I want to hook up with a guy from every branch of the military. I have no idea why, I just really do. One down, four to go. Army was pretty fuckin' amazing, lets see if any other serviceman can top that.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Moving On . . . Well, It's About Fuckin' Time!
Do you remember when I said that I think maybe Steve ruined me for other guys? Yeah, that's a lie. Because, baby, I am so not ruined.
I met this really hot man and he's not like a normal hot guy you might see walking down the street every once in a while. No, he is like, movie star hot. I'm dead fuckin' serious, this man looked like he fell from heaven because he was so perfect and so hot. I cannot even stress how hot he was, you would just have to see him for yourself.
But anyway, so I met him and he's a really, really sexy soldier and we weren't supposed to get physical because, well, he could get in trouble if someone above him found out.
The minute I saw him I about died. My heart started beating faster and I was already nervous and seeing how hot he was, just made me even more nervous.
At first, we were good. I thought he was super sexy and always made sure to look my best whenever I would talk with him and he totally had to know that I would dress up for him because the first time I talked to him I was wearing baggy clothes and this ugly, old jacket and then after I saw how hot he was I would dress nicer. But yeah, so we were good at keeping our relationship strictly professional . . . Well, except for when he would touch my hands or arms or knees . . . OMG, his touch about melted my skin. And whenever he would give me his perfect smile, I could never say no.
He had this really sexy phone voice too. He has the most amazing voice that I have ever heard in my whole entire life, and probably ever will hear.
Anyway, so where was I? Oh, right, we were being good for a while. Then one night he called me (with his sexy voice ;) and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner and a movie. Naturally, when a man that fine asks you out, you're going to say yes, even if he is nine years older than you . . .
We skipped dinner because I had actually just eaten dinner (two portions) so I really wasn't hungry. We just rented a movie (The Hangover II) and went back to his place. His house was kinda bare, like he was in the middle of moving or something. But, whatever. We watched the movie in his room because his living room was empty, except for the empty cage where his iguana had been, and because bedrooms are just good places to watch movies. ;)
The movie started and probably two minutes later he wanted to get naked. I don't really sleep around and I'm really not a slut, but how am I supposed to say no to the sexiest soldier I've ever seen? That's right, I'm not.
He's not only perfect with clothes on, but he's also perfect without anything on at all. I have never seen a man as perfect as him. He is amazing. And he was a man.
I haven't heard from him since the day after our hook-up, because I don't have an excuse to talk to him anymore since I failed a test at the MEPS and because he hasn't contacted me again. :( I didn't really expect to hear from him again even though he did suggest we do it again sometime, but I certainly hoped I would.
I am definitely not ruined for other men. And right about the time I met Sgt. Perfect, I realized I was getting over Steve. I don't think about him nearly as much. I can now see how much of a douchebag he was at times and that he was just full of broken promises and empty dreams. I'm finally moving on. And that soldier might have just helped me move on a little bit faster.
Mmm, I love me some sexy soldiers.
I met this really hot man and he's not like a normal hot guy you might see walking down the street every once in a while. No, he is like, movie star hot. I'm dead fuckin' serious, this man looked like he fell from heaven because he was so perfect and so hot. I cannot even stress how hot he was, you would just have to see him for yourself.
But anyway, so I met him and he's a really, really sexy soldier and we weren't supposed to get physical because, well, he could get in trouble if someone above him found out.
The minute I saw him I about died. My heart started beating faster and I was already nervous and seeing how hot he was, just made me even more nervous.
At first, we were good. I thought he was super sexy and always made sure to look my best whenever I would talk with him and he totally had to know that I would dress up for him because the first time I talked to him I was wearing baggy clothes and this ugly, old jacket and then after I saw how hot he was I would dress nicer. But yeah, so we were good at keeping our relationship strictly professional . . . Well, except for when he would touch my hands or arms or knees . . . OMG, his touch about melted my skin. And whenever he would give me his perfect smile, I could never say no.
He had this really sexy phone voice too. He has the most amazing voice that I have ever heard in my whole entire life, and probably ever will hear.
Anyway, so where was I? Oh, right, we were being good for a while. Then one night he called me (with his sexy voice ;) and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner and a movie. Naturally, when a man that fine asks you out, you're going to say yes, even if he is nine years older than you . . .
We skipped dinner because I had actually just eaten dinner (two portions) so I really wasn't hungry. We just rented a movie (The Hangover II) and went back to his place. His house was kinda bare, like he was in the middle of moving or something. But, whatever. We watched the movie in his room because his living room was empty, except for the empty cage where his iguana had been, and because bedrooms are just good places to watch movies. ;)
The movie started and probably two minutes later he wanted to get naked. I don't really sleep around and I'm really not a slut, but how am I supposed to say no to the sexiest soldier I've ever seen? That's right, I'm not.
He's not only perfect with clothes on, but he's also perfect without anything on at all. I have never seen a man as perfect as him. He is amazing. And he was a man.
I haven't heard from him since the day after our hook-up, because I don't have an excuse to talk to him anymore since I failed a test at the MEPS and because he hasn't contacted me again. :( I didn't really expect to hear from him again even though he did suggest we do it again sometime, but I certainly hoped I would.
I am definitely not ruined for other men. And right about the time I met Sgt. Perfect, I realized I was getting over Steve. I don't think about him nearly as much. I can now see how much of a douchebag he was at times and that he was just full of broken promises and empty dreams. I'm finally moving on. And that soldier might have just helped me move on a little bit faster.
Mmm, I love me some sexy soldiers.
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