Get Out The Voodoo Dolls

I haven’t done a double post day in awhile, so today must be special. I need to rant about a guy for a sec. (I haven’t seriously done that in awhile either so it’s a banner fucking day all around.) I’m sorta in a quandary here. This guy who has caused me all this grief this weekend has really been annoying me today. He now seems to be of the opinion that just because he is getting back together with his ex doesn’t mean our relationship has to change. (i.e he thinks that I should continue fucking him on the side.) We just need to be (in his words) "a little more discreet." My answer to that? “Fuck you.” I am not playing “the other woman” with this one. I admit that in the past I’ve been willing to do that and in certain situations I’d still be willing to consider that option. Not this time. He gets me as a friend or he gets me as a lover or he gets me not at all. I’m not going to share him with his ex. I’m guessing it has something to do with my rather cavalier attitude toward sex that made him even bring it up. I’ve made comments like, “If there isn’t at least a ring involved, there’s no such thing as a monogamous relationship,” and its things like that that seem to get me into trouble. Somebody just shoot me. It would make my life easier. He mentioned to me that he expected me to “kick his ass” in my blog and originally I had no intention of going into this, but he has spent a large portion of the last 2 days texting and emailing and calling and it’s pissing me off so now he gets his blog post about it. Maybe I need to stop fucking guys as soon as I fall for them. I should try dating them and then fucking them like a normal human being. But honestly, that’s not me. I’m not as casual about sex as this blog would probably lead most of you to believe. I don’t give myself up that easily. I have to really be attracted to someone to get into bed with them. I’m the easiest girl in the world if I like a guy, but if I don’t then I don’t. A guy can hit on me as much as he wants, or have more money than Midas, or look like Brad Pitt, but if I don’t react to him on some sort of elemental level then it’s not going to happen. Unfortunately a lot of the guys I do fall for tend to be bad for me. That’s how I keep ending up in situations like this. The sad part is I really liked this one. A lot. He really is a good guy. He’s funny. I didn’t want things to end up like this. My relationship with him is bizarre enough as it is. I’m not going to exacerbate things by helping him cheat on his girlfriend. Maybe it will cost me his friendship. Maybe it won’t (and I hope it doesn’t), but I’m putting my foot down this time. We’ll see what happens.

"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants a woman, as the most dangerous plaything." -- Friedrich Nietzsche