"too much trouble.."

*****VENTING ALERT******
People are mindlessly superficial space cadets.
(No i'm not explaining that little tidbit. It speaks volumes in itself)

On another note, let me just say that its not "too much to ask" for a little wining and dining. It shouldn't be "too much trouble" to know your worth and demand compliance. When you settle for second rate.. you'll be treated as second best. This principle holds no gender and no bias. Its true for all. Guys need praise and finnessing just as we ladies need appreciation and lovin'.

And let it be known, the second you begin to feel like you are overcompensating these privileges (they are not 'rights') to your partner..reel it back in. There is no such thing as "something for nothing". I always say you gotta give to receive. (;

My best interests?

Some of my friends have taken it upon themselves to decide that I need a date. A guy in our class told one of them he thought I was hot, and wouldn't mind touching my body-- next thing I know I'm being told that I'm going to hook up with him. I understand their point of view: I haven't been on a date in a g e s, and he's a decent guy as opposed to the doucher mcfierce gamut I've been running.

But The Spark isn't there. He's funny, sure. He's cute, sure. He's tall, sure. But that's where it ends. And though I may be a she-wolf I need more than a "good on paper" kind of guy if I'm on the line. I'll give him a chance, if for nothing else, to break the monotony that is my stagnant romantic life.

Halloween is right around the corner, and I'm unbelievably excited. I may have body touching on the menu, it's not set in stone. BUT one thing is, and I'm going to have a B L A S T.

I'll deal with all this later.

Good grief.

Here's an update on my life in a reader's digest fashion: the schoolgirl crush hasn't gone anywhere, FWB Casanova has been cut, possible seduction happening on halloween, my life is in shambles.

I'll properly post when I get my shit straightened out!

This sounds like a recipe for disaster or great success...

There's a party Saturday night and we've invited lots of our friends-- I even invited Casanova, SchoolBoy and a guy I hooked up with a while back we'll call PoliSci Guy. Now when I realized what I did I turned to My Gay and asked, "Is this a bad idea?" And he pursed his lips and said to me, "Well, I don't know, there's no guarantee that they'll all even show up. So you should be fine...unless they do, and then what are you going to do?" I looked him in the eye and asked, "Does it make me a whore if I don't see the problem in all this?" He laughed and we went back to getting the house ready.

I already know Casanova's a no show, he left town today, so I should be fine. But if SchoolBoy shows up, I feel like I'd be subconsciously cutting my partying back to not scare him off. FACK. Why does this happen to us? We like a guy and we find ourselves subconsciously changing or adapting to suit him and his. Whenever I catch myself I correct it, but I don't always catch it. Hell, I'm getting whiplash from the conflicting emotions.

For this party however, we've initiated some rules: if you say "Caleb", "birthday", "shots" or "mother fucker" and it's derivatives, you have to drink; everytime the air horn goes off everyone drinks, when the song "Shots" comes on it's time to do shots; etc. We're getting shitfaced no doubt about it, thank God because I'm long overdue for a you-should-be-blacked-out-how-are-you-still-going-Therese?! kinda night. I just hope I don't do something to make the show uncomfortable the last week. The entire cast is coming and I really don't want to do something stupid like cuss out a cast member or hook up with one. Haha so I suppose it's a good thing I'm importing sex, huh?

I'm not 100% how Saturday night is going to boil down, but if it's sexually successful, you can find out on A.C. in full detail. I'll of course give an outline on here of the night, let's hope no one get's alcohol poisoning at t h i s party.