Three's company

I know find myself in the fun, albeit awkward position of being in two triangles.  Normally one would say "love triangles" but love isn't involved here.  These triangles are based on sex.  So maybe they should be called "sex triangles".

So when I first hooked up with Terry, I asked him if there was anything I could do for him.  I mean, he was eating me out for hours at a time and wanted nothing in return.  The least I could do was try and do something he liked.  I didn't know at the time that what he liked would be watching me fuck some other guy.  Since I didn't know him that well, I just blew this request off. I didn't feel doing anything extra for a guy I didn't know that well.  Fast forward 5 months and the same request has come up again. This time I gave it more thought and after much agonizing, I decided to say yes.

The other sex triangle involves two of my classmates.  As a refresher, I'm in cooking school and surrounded by lots of cute boys who cook.  In order to pass the first class, I must volunteer to work 22 hours at events the cooking school is catering.  A few weeks back, I was working an event with Sam the baker.  Sam looks like Jesse James - minus the bags of money and motorcycles- and is always friendly.  So while I'm doing the set up, Sam turns to me and says "I thought it was the new millennium".  I say it is and he says "so when are you going to ask me out?"  Kind of a clever intro and the confirmation that I needed about his interest in me. I probably would have waited another month or so before even thinking about asking him out.  I treat my classmates like co-workers and I don't like to shit where I eat.  I've done it twice before and it was weird afterwards both times.  

Now that you have the background, here's where the triangle part comes in.  Sam the baker's good friend is a guy named Clay, who was interested in asking me out. I don't find Clay attractive, so I told him that I have a boyfriend.  Clay was at the same event as myself and Sam the baker.  After the event Clay invited me to join him and Sam the baker for drinks.  I didn't have any plans, so I thought why not.  What I didn't know was that by drinks, he meant two tall cans of King Cobra. Drinking malt liquor was not what I thought I'd doing with my Saturday afternoon.  So while I'm drinking malt liquor in a car no less, Clay and Sam the baker are taking turns trying to figure out which one of them I like.  Then for no reason at all, each one gets out of the car momentarily so they can try and throw their best game at me.  It was really pointless. I already knew who I was into (Sam the Baker) and I was getting drunk as well as stoned (Sam the Baker had a joint), so I don't remember what either of them said.  Now when I see them at school, each one tries to get me alone from the other one.  What I don't understand is how Clay doesn't see that I'm not into him.

 

  

More Sex Old Man

You had to know that even after a brief hiatus, I'd back with more ridiculous stories to tell.   After another night of going out with Terry and then not getting any sex, I was forced to say something. After much thought, I decided that the best way to approach the subject was by laying the blame on me.  Mind you this was a very tough call because I was super pissed that I didn't get laid the night before.  As we're lying in the bed, I ask Terry if it's my imagination or was he less into me. He says that it's my imagination and then proceeds to tell me that: he's old and gets tired easy.  I say I understand but I'm too angry to even hear whatever else he has to say.  And now that I feel like Peggy Bundy but I'm too horny to even care.

So I put that aside and a few more days pass and I find myself asking about our lack of sex again.  I tell Terry that my expectation when we get together is that we're going to have sex every time.  He seems startled by this statement.  WTF?!  We met on a booty call.  I then remind him that he shouldn't have set the bar so high when we first got together that he wouldn't be able to maintain that; we use to have marathon sex sessions that would last 4 to 5 hours.  Again he pulls the age card.  Ugh!  Totally unacceptable.

Because I wouldn't let it go, I found out that Terry is often too "tired" for sex because he's busy jerking off 3-4 times a day!  Now I'm fine with self love- it's the safest and always satisfies.  But I'll take sex with others over solo sex any day.  So he's been wasting his good energy on himself. How selfish.  I mean he can be wasting all that energy on me.  I'm always ready for a romp.  

Recently he's been trying to return to the days of our first hook ups and it's been great.  I'll have to see how long that can last.   

   

What have I been doing?

I want to apologize to everyone for my long hiatus on the blog.  I don't even have a good excuse for not working on the blog.  My best friend has gone back to London, I've cut Terry back to twice a week and I haven't added any new booty.  So what has been keeping me away?  

Probably school. Since I don't have a job yet, I figured going to school seemed like a good idea. I've spent alot of time in school- like 24 years of my life- so I don't mind going back.  So now I'm finally pursuing my dream of attending culinary school.  It's pretty fun and the class is full of cute youngsters, so I'm happy about that, even if they are dumb as stumps.  That takes up 6 hours out of my day, 4 days out of the week.  So far I haven't learned much I didn't already know from cooking at home and eating out on a regular basis.  But it beats sitting at home wondering if I've already seen this episode of Law and Order.

I guess sheer laziness is probably what's kept me away from the blog.  I'm sure I could have found time to work on it.  I mean, I have time for a two hour nap every day after school.  But then again, a girl's got prioritize.  Come to think of it, I don't have any reason to be away from the blog.  I should probably give my Tivo a rest and put some energy into the blog.

So accept my apology and know that I'll be back with plenty of ridiculous and/or embarrassing stories.