I am so classy.

So I’m thinking about quitting at the naughty store. My boss is an evil bipolar bitch who will throw anyone under the bus to try and save her ass. Thursday she told me that I would have to work the day before Thanksgiving for 3 hours while my family was in town. My family who I haven’t seen all together in 7 months. Needless to say, I needed a drink. And bad. I called up to the bar and asked the bartender if there was anyone there who could give me a ride since my car is all fubared. The only person who could come and get me was the guy in the Army I slept with a few times. Talk about an awkward car ride. He left after a couple of hours and I turned my sights to the cute guy at the end of the bar. Fast forward to closing time. I’m hammered, he’s hammered, we’re making out, I don’t even really know his name. So we did what anyone else would do, we got a hotel room. It was pretty amazing. Like, definitely going on my top 5. The best part? He’s not even from here so when I woke up he was already gone to work.

More Confused Than EVER

So I went and spent the night with Engineer Boy before he jetted off to his summer internship. The sex was good, everything else- awkward. He kept bringing up girls he had slept with. So of course I came back at him with my own stories. So I can’t really compete with some slut asking him to bend her over the chair and fuck her on a boat, at least most of the guys I have had sex with had meaning. I’ve asked some guys about what the hell this strange behavior means and apparently he’s trying to make me jealous. Newsflash- we’re not dating, I’m not going to get jealous. Awkward feeling, yes, jealous, no. He wants me to come down to see him sometime this summer and I’m just not sure I’m feeling it. I think I may be at the point where I’m forcing myself to feel a certain way about him because of our history. Life has a funny way of working itself out so we’ll see. In other news, I got into a car accident on the way home from seeing him. At the scene no one had injuries now apparently they do and they’re trying to get something out of me. Here’s another newsflash- I’m completely fucking broke. If they try to sue me for my net-worth they’re gonna be disappointed when they see a negative number!

Lock Up Your Boyfriend

Apparently I give off an air of wanting to fuck other people’s boyfriends. A few weeks after moving in the new apartment the BFF drunkenly told her boyfriend he was in the wrong bed and he should go to mine. He and I laughed it off and never mentioned it to her again. Mostly because she was drunk. We do spend a lot of time together, but shit, we work together and live together. Our schedules are really similar, not to mention he has become one of my closest friends. This weekend however it was the other roommate accusing me of wanting to sleep with her man. She and I didn’t really know each other well before we moved in together and to be perfectly honest, we still don’t. I’m trying though, I spend as much time as I can with her and we talk about what is going on in our lives presently but that’s about it. The other night she went to pick up the guy she’s been seeing to bring him back to the apartment and she sent me a whopper of a text, “be honest do u wanna fuck *****? im not gonna be mad”. Um, NO. She said it was because I was always asking about him and asking if he was coming over. I ask about him to make conversation and I ask if he’s coming over to know who the hell is going to be in my apartment. I ask the BFF’s BF if his friend is coming over all the time and he’s there almost nightly. Do I want to fuck him? Absolutely not. Anyways, I reassured her I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and I thought things were fine until today. I was busy all day and when I finally got to my phone I had a text that just said “is this navy?” from a strange number. Since the strange number knew I had been in the Navy I figured it was someone I knew and when I replied asking who it was they just said “i want ur body”. Classy right? I finally figured out who it was, my roommate’s very best guy friend who she may or may not have a thing with depending on the day. Turns out she gave him my number in an effort to hook us up. I may be going through a dry spell but that doesn’t mean I want to be hooked up with someone who has history with someone I care about. I think I’m just going to have a talk with her to figure out what gives. Speaking of my dry spell, I’m seeing Engineer Boy next week. Maybe it will shed some light on Engineer Boy vs. Navy Boy.

I refuse to be a toy.

I have had a crush on the same person for literally forever. I don’t remember not knowing him or having a crush on him. However as of today I am done. We finally slept together a few months back and I thought things were going ok. We talked or texted every so often made plans to see each other etc etc. The past few days though he hasn’t texted me back or responded to anything I say at all. His birthday is coming up and he didn’t invite me, he invited his ex girlfriend and this girl who tried to share the bed with us once. I refuse to just be someone’s toy and an easy piece of ass. I mean, I am easy, but not if you’re fucking around with other girls. I think I’m just going to let things cool down between us. I’m not going to text him or call him. If he wants to talk to me, he knows how to get in touch with me.

Where is the love?

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, my least favorite day. But I won’t get into why, my reasons are probably pretty similar to everyone else’s. My V-Day wasn’t actually that bad though. I worked then came home and ate chocolate and watched bad chick flicks. My roommate on the other hand slutted it up as per usual. I knew she had plans with the guy she was trying to hook me up with prior to her deciding she liked him. At work her boyfriend was talking about how he was stealing her a cheesecake because it’s her favorite but I didn’t tell him anything. When I got off work I called her and she didn’t answer. She texted me a little while later and when I responded, she didn’t. She finally came home after she went to her boyfriend’s house. The thing that frustrates me the most is that she never tells anyone she is in a relationship. She flirts, sleeps in the same bed, and wakes up with hickeys with guys. I like to party, I like to have fun, I like to have sex. But if I’m in a relationship, I’m in a fucking relationship. Is it just me that has an issue with covering for this kind of behavior? I know this is the “hook-up generation” but when is enough, enough?