So, apparently, my (almost non-existent) relationship with Andy is so epic, so Homeric, that it spans not one, but TWO whole blogs! Epic! Homeric! So, what do you say Andy? Let's bury the hatchet and be bestest buds. For the children. Won't somebody think of the children? (Said children being Josh and Shemsi.) Can't you see the hate is tearing them apart!?! Check this box for yes, and this one for no. Uh. . .I don't know how to make boxes, so, I guess, never mind.
On a completely unrelated topic, tonight I went to the single adult church dance, and it was entirely unremarkable, except for one thing. There was this guy there who started talking to me (after I asked him if he dropped drugs in my drink while I was gone. He said he did.) and he was from the Czech Republic originally, but lives in Houston and is here visiting friends for the weekend. He was ruggedly handsome, and was kinda flirting with me, and we were talking about cars, which he apparently likes to buy, and he told me I need to find a guy to buy me a car, so of course I cuddled up to him, and when I did I got his cologne all over me. Now, of all the things that turn me on, and the list is quite vast, believe you me, cologne is BY FAR the number one item on the list. Seriously. Nothing gets my engine cranked faster than the smell of cologne. I have no idea why. So, every since then, I smell like cologne. And now I'm all like, "How YOU doin'." To myself. Cause I smell so damn good. I'm thinking about trying to get into my pants. But I don't want me to think myself easy. Maybe I should take myself out to dinner first. Actually, everyone was going to IHOP after the dance and they all wanted me to go, but I'm all headachey and tired because of my sinus infection, but I seriously considered going to spend more time with Yurig. I think that's how you spell his name. Eh, who cares, I'll never see him again. But then I was like, nah, I probably won't be able to get him to make out with me, so what's the point? :) I swear, I'm the worst Mormon ever.
So, I promised I would try to be clever and scintillating this time, but I feel I missed that lofty goal. Sorry about that. But you still have to keep reading, because you never can tell when the clever and scintillating might strike! I guess I should go take my clothes off now. To get the cologne smell off me! Get your mind out of the gutter!
7 comments:
Did I mention he has a sexy accent?
Hey I thought that was pretty scintillating! Nothing better than hot, foreign, cologne-wearing, mormon guys with accents flirting with you. I got way more excited than I probably should have from this post...probably 'cuz i'll never hook up with a hot, foreign, cologne-wearing, mormon guy with an accent unless Patrick dies (which would be bad), I have an affair (which would also be bad) of we move to a different country where patrick suddenly starts wearing cologne and speaking with an accent...now that's a good idea! :D
Aw, thanks! You know, I could probably write a story based on this experience to put up at Flooded Hearts, but I somehow don't think it would be suitable for family viewing. :)
dood! you totally should! FH needs some character. some sexy character. and i think as long as you still respected yourself in the morning, then it's all good. but don't call yourself for at least a week.
No way dude. No way can I write a sex story that my brother might read. Cause that's just disturbing.
Oh, so writing a sex story that your brother may read is disturbing, but making moves on your brother is totally normal?!?!?!
Yes, because when I make moves on my brother, I don't make an specific statements that would let him know what kind of fetishes I have. I just don't think he needs that kind of info about me. Besides that, he totally knows I'm kidding when I come on to him. I wouldn't be kidding in the story. I take my non-sibling sex very seriously. :) When I start coming on to you is when you should start worrying. ;)
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