D, TR, New Dates, and Drama

I know that guys say girls are dramatic and catty…but I think guys are just as bad! These past few weeks have been a little crazy in the guy-drama department. It isn’t me, I swear.

D and I are on-and-off-again when it comes to friendship. He wants to move here, move in with me. I want that, but I think I want it for the wrong reasons. He’s getting all friendly with his ex and went a little too far with info about her to me the other day. And it makes me crazy. I still love the guy. I don’t want to know about any new (or old) girls in his life. The jury’s still out on whether or not the two of us could successfully live together. We have awhile to think about it, though, since it wouldn’t be possible until October.

TR. Sigh. That guy is so great. He still gives me butterflies whenever we talk, and he’s one of the best spankers I’ve ever met (no, it didn’t go much farther than spanking…we were good).

Fact of the matter is, he just lives too far away. I’d been trying to pretend that wasn’t the case, but at one point, we went on a week stretch without even talking to one another of the phone because we were too busy and there was no time to meet up. I can’t live like that when it comes to a relationship. So, I called and told him that I still wanted to be friends, but anything more was out of the question. He took it well, totally understood. I cried. Because that’s what I do. In the end, it was the best decision, though.

I had another new date. For your sake, I won’t tell you about the drama overload with that guy. We met up twice…and yes, we had sex. It was great NSA sex too…the kind I haven’t had for years and years. He was a douche about some things, though, and D didn’t like him at all, which led to a big blowout between me and D AND me and this guy. So fuck that. Funny story though, about a week or so after we fought, he calls me up and proceeds to tell me that he can’t stop thinking about me and he wants to see me and blah blah blah. I told him (nicely) that I wasn’t interested, and he threw a huge temper tantrum. He starts slinging insults, saying how he didn’t really miss me and that he never cared about anything more than sex and how I was horrible in bed and blah blah blah. Right. Because I didn’t know it was just about the sex. And really, if I’m so bad in bed, why’s he calling me up and begging for it? Pathetic.

I have a “date” tomorrow. I hesitate to call it that because nothing can really come of it. It’s with this guy who is perfect for me – and we’ve both known that for months now. He lives to far away, though, so I can only see him when I’m in that area (which is maybe 3 or 4 times a year) or he is in this area (which is maybe once a month or so). So it can’t work, but we’re having lunch anyway!

I will tell you all this, though: With everything going on between me and D, there has been some flirting, at least on my head Things kinda came to a head one day (no pun intended), when I was talking about blow jobs and he admitted that he was naked and hard. Rawr. So maybe I’ll share some of those fantasies with you soon. If y’all are good…