Ouch

I have the biggest crotch wedgie, because i just had to wear my new gaucho pants.

so i guess that would be... camel toe?

except that it's not visable (thank god).
honestly... who can stand to see tweeter through clothing?

and it's not even a pleasant, 'rub up against my ladyness and cause a bit of unintended pleasure throughout the day.'

no... it's more like..., "fucking stupid seam!"

all in the name of fashion. cause fashion=hot.

good thing, too... because chris pulled in not two minutes after i arrived at work...
saying... he needed to get a key.. or something?
but then he only spent like, four seconds in his space... so i still don't really understand what was going on.

That's kind of how things have been for the last... week and a half with him.
Because no conversation means no resolution.

There are just far too many stipulations and rules when dealing with sex, and i'm really fucking tired of playing the so-called 'game' that people play. it complicates things too much...there are too many loopholes to the rules.

it seems as soon as i've read the manual, taken notes and set aside study time for the main event, some guy presents section C, paragraph 10, #4 after the exam and i end up going... "whaaaaa...? how did i miss that question?"

I've even tried wingin' it [i always did best in college that way...] and that doesn't work either.

I love that girls are supposed to seem all cool like an affinity toward casual sex is just built into our genes.

Well... it is. As long as we remain totally ignorant and naive to what's really going on.

And i can guarantee you any girl out there who isn't having sex purely to fill some insecure void will say the same.
And if you say you don't, then you are lieing.
Because you're expected [by society] to be 'cool' about the whole thing.
And If guys can do it, girls can do it better.

But we are custom-made with intuition and the capability to bare children.

And really... these two things always end up royally fucking with your totally fun-fueled agenda.
Which is really fucking unfair.

'what!? I thot we had an understanding!!!!"

"We did have an understanding. Leave me in the dark and pretend like i'm your one-and-only shining star, deuchbag!"

Honestly, I'd be a lot happier if i didn't know what was going on half of the time.

I sometimes wish i could be like all you alpha males out there and if some deuch done mess with my woman, i done punch that bitch in the ear.

booya!

Bam. instant gratification... "I feel so much better!"

But why be done with the current thing if i'm clearly aware of all the arrangments? Because i'm clearly aware of the arrangments [i.e. not sporting bleach-blonde hair and an IQ of 7).
I think that whole spark is gone anyway. Didn't feel so much burning in the loins when i saw him this morning.
But did feel friendly, so that's good...
Though...If i could still claim naivity with the entire situation, I'd probably still go for the old set-up.


But i'd probably get really sick of my closest friends going, 'Samantha!"
Not that i wouldn't be open to other stuff whilst this was going on.

But honestly, i think mass-dating is in order right now. because while most/some(?) have a general idea of what they want, this is me genuinly saying... i haven't the slightest idea. at...all. no clue. [wierd feeling].

Arg.

I"m a pirate!




p.s for all you 'safe' men out there...saying, "we're not all like that! nice guys blah blah blah!" can IT!- you're not a challenge. you're not fun. i don't want to date you.