What Are the Odds?

I’ve quoted this from I Heart the Huckabees once before, “The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't, than nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I'm fucked!” We’re always looking for things to mean something… that things aren’t just coincidence… that me seeing that guy from college at huge stadiums in L.A. and Oakland and here and there actually meant something… but really, it’s nothing. I haven’t seen him since. I don’t care one way or another.

So, bumping into my Brazilian neighbor in the elevator that night with 5th Paragraph and inviting him to hang out with us was cool… I had seen him maybe once before… there are around 80 people in my building… and then, the other night, he just happened to come home to go to the bathroom (he’s a cab driver) for just a minute at the exact same time I was hopping out of a cab coming home. No biggie… just chance… and then oddly, last night I went to dinner with my boss and a co-worker downtown, far from home… we hop in a cab and start driving away… I then notice that out of 1,600 cabs in San Francisco, I hopped into the Brazilian’s (my neighbor - and just to clarify, he has an adorable face, but I am 10 times his size, so not attracted to him at all).

Does it mean anything? Probably not. But it was just trippy. I remember on my birthday a couple of weeks ago, 5th Paragraph was all tripped out because he’d hailed a cab, and it happened to be his sister’s Brazilian husband… 5th Paragraph’s house is totally out of the way… just complete chance.

Weird.

Who Said Artificial Sweetners Were A Bad Thing!?!?

As I was sitting on the toilet this morning with the runs once again (cause unknown), I contemplated an issue Green Eyes and I deliberated this past weekend… what makes a person’s cum and/or a woman’s juice taste good?

MEN:

We both thought about the men in our lives that have had the best tasting cum. After identifying such men, we began to search for a common denominator. None of them were pineapple freaks or heavily consumed any of the recommended provisions. What we did find, however, was that these men noticeably consumed a great deal of sugar. Candy sugar, not honey sugar. Could we be onto something? Hm. For those men out there, this is something to consider… yummy for you – yummy for us. (I suppose you’d have to be the type of man who actually cares)

WOMEN:

Onto the ladies. Unfortunately, I’ve noticed a change in my taste. Not that I’m sitting here tasting myself all fucking day, but every once in a while if I’m hanging out w/ a boy, I’ll check to see what he has to eat. I used to get the, “you taste so good” comment a lot. Now, for whatever reason, my taste has gotten a little more acidic. Not sweet like before. Shit. It could be the smoking (quit ciggies, but smoke too much bud or the red meat or the fact that I don’t eat insane amounts of citrus fruits anymore… hmm, I’m gonna’ change that!)

An online suggestion: Putting artificial sweeteners up your kooch before the boy goes down? Sugar apparently fucks with you… but artificial sweeteners they say work like a charm?!?!?

Dude, “oh baby you taste so sweet.”

Now looking perplexed, Dude comments, “you kinda’ taste like Splenda… wait, maybe Equal… no, no Sweet N’ Low.”

You reveal your secret. Dude says, “awesome, calorie free dessert!”

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!??!?!

I’m not going to be stuffing Splenda in my bathroom and purse anytime soon. I don’t think.

Bad Break-Up:

He called last night. Our talk was amazing. We reminisced about the good times. We discussed what we’ve been up to for the past 2 years in which we didn’t speak. He knows me. It was so nice to be KNOWN. It was just so fucking comforting. It’s not like we’re going to be buddy-buddy now or even hang out… but we’ll most likely touch base every now and again… and please note: he has a girlfriend who is most likely “the one,” and even if he didn’t have one, I have no delusions about us getting back together.

Our conversation was a breath of fresh air... opening this door was truly a success.

Alcoholism Is A Good Thing

The dating game is commensurate with drinking alcoholic beverages.

One night you decide you’re going to have just a few drinks. You ease yourself into a nice buzz. The next morning, you feel a little dehydrated, but it’s nothing a tall glass of water can’t cure.

One night you decide you’re going to have some serious fun. You find yourself on the border of inebriation. It’s feeling fucking good. You don’t want that feeling to go away, so you keep drinking and start getting wasted. Your emotions are all over the board. You do crazy shit. And the next morning, holy fuck, what a fucking hangover. It fucking hurts. You can barely get out of bed. The more you drink - the higher the high, the longer the recovery. You tell yourself you’re never going to drink that much again. You can’t even imagine drinking for a very long time. The very thought of it makes you gag. And maybe, you got wasted off of Screwdrivers, and you’re never going to drink them again. (speaking from experience)

Even though we get these hangovers, we can’t resist drinking again… the buzz – the inebriation is just too fucking good to desist.

And some of us… ahem, that’d be me… don’t really know what it’s like to be tipsy. There’s no real in between… it’s more of a – I’m either sober or I’m drunk. And why oh why, despite me telling myself not to drink so much the next time, I end up drinking just as much… and the hangovers are pretty fucking shitty. Not to excuse myself for overindulgence, but I genuinely believe such behavior, such intensity in individuals, is inherent.

Basically, Alcoholism equates A Beautiful Relationship.

-- Shout Out to LaSassy for the Idea --
-- And I do Hope That All the Metaphors Were Realized --

WEIRD:

Friday I received a MySpace message from Bad-Break Up… long after (almost 2 months) I sent him the, “no need to email me back, but sorry” email… he laid into me about me not having changed… which is probably true, but you don’t need to remind me, hahaha! Why Did I Open this Door In the First Place? He gave me a swift kick in the ass. The plan is for us to speak on the phone this evening. A lot of implications – it’s probably not the best idea, but we were friends for so long… I want to know where he’s working and living and blah blah blah… no rehashing!!!

Let's Put This To Rest...

Okay his reply was a fucking novel just like all of his emails - and it will make you cringe... I'm posting the worst parts, so everyone can feel better themselves, and I wasn't even going to post until KriKri said, "post post"... because I've realized that it took me like a day (yesterday) to be like whatever, and now I really don't feel like getting into this... but...

His Email:

anyway, i am sorry for being an ass and not writing/calling all week.but it really had a lot more to do with me being stressed and pissed and inconsiderate than an intentional "diss" of anyone. well ok, i must admit that i left your house last friday morning with a disquieting sense of impending unpleasantness (who says that?!?!). i was rather uncomfortable with the way we left things--with you being all clingy and saying that you couldn't wait a week to see me again, implying that i should not go out on monday because you were going out on tues, wed and needed to see me before then. (are you fucking kidding me!?! god forbid i should want to see you sooner than a week away... and c'mon now, i'm the one who couldn't hang out all weekend and couldn't hang out tues and wed... the only day you were busy was monday, i guess that's "clingy" and no way, i would never let a person miss a show he really wanted to see just to hang out... and we were totally joking around in bed when we discussed the following week's plan... he's just a freak-out)

ok, what the hell is my point. go back and read your last 2 lettersto me... look at how downright pleasant, friendly, civil they are.no, there is no way i could justify just cutting off communication with you, since you are clearly not some kind of psycho who cannot handle reality. (what? who says, "downright pleasant"?!?!? and you were looking to "justify" cutting off communication?)

then i realized last week that you might be getting the wrong impression of the amount of free time & energy that i have.i spent a few days thinking about how to explain to you that i cannot be someone that you can always count on seeing every 3 or 4 days and never being gone for a weekend. (yeah, seeing him every 3-4 days is a lot to ask?!?, and i haven't even asked for one weekend because i've been busy for each of them... and yes wrong impression... introducing me to your sister and friends and meeting a bunch of my friends and asking me to shows, coming to my house w/ your little overnight bag, calling me on a monday night and coming to pick me up on your motorcycle, so i don't have to cab or bus it... whatever!!!)

(then he goes into like 2 paragraphs about every detail at his job - he's very much a detail guy... all of his emails have the ingredients he bought at the store and how he cooked his dinner and how long his report was... and on and on... this email was in line w/ those, but i'm sparing you! and okay, i did think it was cute before)

ahhhh... now i'm rambling because i have a few minutes so i am venting all this bullshit. but i guess what i am trying to say is that i have not come to any realization that i can't stand Miss Curious anymore... (what a way to phrase it... can't stand?!!)

let's find some happy medium where i can dissappear into my own little world at times without freaking you out. (happy for who? so i'm just on your time - your whim... i don't think so!)

My Email:

i must admit it stings a bit hearing you say that you've been trying to figure out how you were going to break things to me...

this clearly boils down to us wanting different things - and/or with just someone else (as i know and KriKri knows, it really is just w/ someone else... i just didn't do it for him... if i had, he would've made the time)... i certainly don't have time to see someone everyday, but i would like to see him a couple times a week (and i myself will be gone 2 weekends in august alone)... and when i posted on craigslist i didn't know exactly what i wanted or what to expect, now it's a little more clear... i do know that this is not what i want...

...i want something that could potentially develop into more than an "i'll see you when i see you"... i could easily just say 'yeah okay whatever works for you' and then have this secret hope in the back of my mind that you'd actually want to see me more and then you'd totally fall for me or something, but i don't have the energy to figure that out... if you don't feeling like giving it a couple days a week, then there's not much i can do about that. there's just something about me that hasn't clicked for you - hasn't made you want to put the effort in - and oh a slight blow to the ego but... it is what it is...

...thanks for writing that email... and if i bump into you at some show somewhere, i'll give you a gigantic hug and offer you some good medicinal herb.

And that's the end of the story. In the past year, I've let 2 people go and 2 people have let me go... oh the fuck well... Let's move on folks.

The Others

Well, turns out 5th Paragraph isn't as cool as I thought... he's using the "pussy" method in dissing me - just not calling and/or emailing back. How fucking lame. Anyway, this took me by surprise. Sure I did realize we hadn't developed some strong bond, but there was potential... we'd only gone out a few times and those times we spent going to a show or my birthday or this or that... and now i'm left w/ all those questions, like, "what did i do wrong?" "what is it about me that you just didn't like" "was i too cynical - too this or that" "at what point were you just like, no way this is never going to work?"

Last night it hit me a bit hard... I had that feeling of, "wow, how many of these little 'hopes up' dating encounters do we have to have before maybe - just maybe - we find the person we want to be with forever?" Or before we get jaded enough that we never open ourselves up again? I always say this - it's not what doesn't kill you makes you stronger - it's what doesn't kill you makes you more jaded and bitter. Hahahaha.

Since I'm psycho, I emailed him this - and still, what a surprise, NO response:

i'm getting the total diss here, aren't i? hahaha :) ... 5th Paragraph, it's totally no worries... but since i have this gigantic curiousity, i'd love-love-love to have a rough idea as to why... maybe just not feeling it? or was there something i could perhaps be more conscientious of in future encounters? you're a cool guy, and i'm bummed that it didn't fit for you... but i'm your typical silly girl who just likes an itty bit of closure even though this was relatively short lived... i was just having fun and am sorry you no longer were -- me getting the total diss was the source of very good laughs last night... and overall this was a totally fun - funny experience, so thanks... and again, pretty please just shoot me back an email to say hey, "Miss Curious you're so fucking rad, but........ " hahaha :)
take it easy 5th Paragraph!

This wraps up the Stoned Craigslist Post... I hadn't expected even this much to come from it... I hadn't expected to have my little heart slightly bruised... but it was a fun experience nonetheless... and this is the last day of 5th Paragraph - unless he emails me and tells me why i got the diss, then i have to post that repsonse... hahaha, yup, i'll definitely post the reject email if he isn't too much of a pussy... but if he is as lame as he's turning out to be, Miss Curious says SO LONG 5th Paragraph... there will be others... there are always others... and as much of a blow this is to me, I know i'll open my heart up again when i can no longer remember this sting.

Eh, It Is What It Is.

I still haven’t heard from 5th Paragraph, which is just so weird. I thought things were going well… turns out I’m retarded and can’t read people at all. Sure we’ve both been busy, but I genuinely thought he’d at least email.

Even though this has kinda’ bummed me out, I still had a skip in my step on my way home last night. I was greatly anticipating the Muse concert for that evening. And it gave me the boost I needed.

And coincidentally, something happened that compelled me to email 5th Paragraph just a bit ago… amidst a gazillion people, I looked behind me and there was the beat boxer from the show 5th Paragraph and I had gone to last Thursday night. I introduced myself and told him how much I had enjoyed his show. We chatted for a while, and I was thinking, “oh my god, I can’t wait to tell 5th Paragraph!”

It’s just so wild and random that I bumped into that beat boxer who me and 5th Paragraph’s sister had sign our wrists as though we were little groupies… it seemed normal at the time… and wow, there he was directly behind me.

We'll see if 5th Paragraph emails me back. Maybe I'll have some "let down" email that I can post tomorrow or something. That always makes a good read. It is what is. Hahaha. :)

But anyway, tonight Green Eyes and I are heading to the Fillmore to see Gnarls Barkley. It’ll probably be hundreds of teeny-boppers tryin’ to groove, but I’m stoked. She’s fun. Our friend Ritz is fun. It’s gonna be fun.

And this is Miss Curious’ life. I’m just trying to do the best I can.

SA-GIN'

I’ve been checking out my tits in the mirror a lot lately. They are royally starting to SSS-AG. My boobs used to be so perky that I could stick a pencil under my size C’s and it would drop. Now I can stick my grandma and her knitting club under my tits and still have room for a box of pencils. Deh-pressing.

Fuck. Fuck my fucking tits. Ew. I’m totally not against plastic surgery. 10 years from now when I can fit my grandma’s knitting group, a box of pencils, and Cal’s marching band, I may, just may go get a titty-lift. Call me shallow. Shallow. But at least I’ll have nice tits.

5TH PARAGRAPH – This is the part that I hate… this whatever this is we have, is so fucking casual… and while I like the casual… it’s weird never knowing when you’re going to see or talk to the person again… we don’t talk everyday… we definitely don’t see one another everyday… we see each other once or twice a week… I seriously have no idea where this will lead… my emotions haven’t been pulling me intensely – BUT BUT BUT, now that I haven’t heard from him in a bit, I’m starting to like him more… of fucking course – wanting what’s hard for me to get… he knew my folks were in town for the weekend… I knew he had a show last night… I left him a message Sunday night just to say hi… he never called back… and usually he’d just email the next day, but I got NO email from him yesterday… and then, he was at that show… and I have a show tonight and tomorrow, so I have no idea when or if we’ll chat again… and now, this not knowing is bumming me out. I HATE HATE HATE getting bummed out over some silly guy. WHATEVER!!! Now I sit here wondering, ewww, have his feelings just petered out? BLEH!

Now I must remind myself: Miss Curious, you’re a rockstar!!!

Motley Monday

PARENTS WEEKEND – It was great having the parentals here this weekend… the only problem – leaving my older sister and I home when my parents went back to their hotel… we regressed to our childhood bickering… although we didn’t get physically violent, I remembered how it felt to want to. Fuck. Hahaha. What did we fight about? Nothing.

5TH PARAGRAPH – Since my parents were here, we didn’t have the chance to hang out, and I have no idea when I’ll be free and when he’ll be free. Perhaps we’re just falling victim to “bad timing”? Also, I know we’re just a month into this, but I don’t quite feel a strong connection… We’re definitely having fun, but I’m not sure that something deeper could be there.

I suppose part of this stems from the fact that most of my relationships move very quickly… it’s always the, “oh my god I can’t believe I found you… I’m so fucking happy!” And then, he tells me he loves me, and I say it back even though I know I don’t really mean it… (I’ve done this 3 times)… I just say it because it seems like a fun thing to do.

5th Paragraph and I just kinda’ are… I didn’t really know what I was doing to begin with, so who knows where it will go… and if it ends, it ends… but yeah, ultimately, I feel like I should be more emotionally involved, and I’m just not.

Oh v’ell. Hahaha!

THIS MORNING – god awful gas… the kind of gas that warms you nether regions, burns rather… the kind that in the past has cleared dance floors and houses…. The kind where you almost want to check your pants it’s so bad. Luckily, I let most of it out in the back bathroom earlier this morning.

THIS WEEK – Muse tomorrow night, Gnarls Barkley Wednesday night… fun times!!!



THIS MADE ME SMILE

Brazil

The only reason I originally didn’t want to go to the show last night with 5th Paragraph was because of my folks coming this afternoon and me wanting to be in top shape for them. Then some brilliant person said, “why don’t you go out and just take it easy?”

This person clearly doesn’t know me very well. There is no “taking it easy” for Miss Curious.

As I was sitting on the toilet this morning listening to my diarrhea sound like piss, I remembered that I was supposed to “take it easy.”

Obviously, 5th Paragraph emailed me back yesterday telling me he’d just bought a ticket for me… um, too cute!!! After some Vietnamese w/ BFF and BCF, I hopped in a cab to meet him at Slim’s. He looked adorable. Gave me a hug. His arm lingered on my back. I stood there trying to repress a huge grin… trying to act chill when really I was thinking in high-pitch, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you’re so RAD!!!”

We drank. He told me all these details about the beat-boxer and jazz mafia bands. He knows so much. I actually stand there in awe. Fuck. Wow. His sister and her friend dropped in. We all drank more.

After the show, he came back to my place. He came prepared with his contact case and sunglasses for the next morning. Too cute.

Since I’d had a lot to drink, when I bumped into my neighbor in the elevator, I asked if I could check out his apartment. He conceded. I then told him to come over and see mine (totally responsible Miss Curious, yeah right!!!)… he joined me and 5th Paragraph for a beer and to smoke a bowl. (please note: it’s like 1 am)

The neighbor and I (let’s call him Sao Paulo because that’s where he’s from) got into this great conversation… I was just being friendly, and he was cool… and then I look over and 5th Paragraph is putting his shoes on!!! Oh my god!!! Hahahaha.

Sao Paulo and I looked at each other and knew it was time to wrap it up or 5th Paragraph was going to bolt. I walked him out. 5th Paragraph stayed.

This morning I gave him total shit about it, “were you jealous?!? You were totally putting on your shoes to leave.”

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Whatever!”

“The two of you just seemed to be hitting it off and who was I to get in the way,” he chuckled.

Personally, I thought the whole thing was totally hilarious. The – putting on the shoes – thing just fucking cracked me up… I genuinely was just stoked to be meeting my neighbor and spreading good cheer.

Anyway, next week my only 2 free days are Monday and Thursday… he has a show on Monday... i have shows on tues and wed and plans friday.... so we can maybe hang out next Thursday… I’d love to spend more time with him, but what can you do!?!? Hmmmm.

Here, There, And Back Again

PMS is not good for dating. I’m realizing now that in prior dating situations I was in a constant state of PMS. Luckily, with where I am in my life right now, it appears as though it will be only once a month, and I’ll be conscious of it… but this once a month is leading Miss Curious to feel slightly insecure.

5th Paragraph and I planned on hanging out tonight. Yesterday, he emails and tells me all about this show we have to go. I emailed back saying that I probably wasn’t up for it because my parents will be in town on Friday, and I want to be in top shape – also considering I’ve had a bad case of insomnia lately. However, both Tuesday and last night, I’ve had these amazing nights of sleep… and today, I’m totally pumped to meet up w/ him (after dinner w/ the girls of course). So I emailed him this morning to see if it’s still cool.

Even though I know he’s not a swift email’er (apparently he has to work at work) I’m still being paranoid that he no longer wants me to come.

Now it’s like I’m waiting by the fucking phone, gmail rather. But wow, as I write this… I’m realizing that, hm, I'm actually kinda' over the waiting. Weird. I suppose that’s what this blog is for anyway – to let me put these silly ridiculous thoughts out to the world, so i don't have to carry the burden myself.

Last night, I was chatting with this other girl who discussed her singledom… one thing she mentioned was that she had a hard time trying to fit another person into her single life. I’m actually starting to feel the same way… feel that same pressure… I’m busy all weekend. I have Muse on Tuesday and Gnarls Barkley on Wednesday and plans with co-workers on Friday. This doesn’t leave me much time for him or me.

Oh well. Who the fuck cares really. I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing. And if time and feelings cohabitate, then rad. Cool.

Butterflies

I'm liking 5th Paragraph more and more each day. He's such a little sweetie pie... I get all giddy and goofy when I think about him. Like just now, as I replay his smile in my head, my stomach totally drops... complete butterflies. Ahhh.

We were supposed to hang out all tomorrow night, but he wants to go to this show at Slims... I might go, but my parents and sister come into town this weekend, and I don't want to be in recovery mode. Sooooooo, unbeknownst to him, we'll most likely be joining BFF and Peace Corps Linz for dinner... this way they'll get to grill the boy. It's always good to see what the friends think.

And totally weird that I'm not completely freaking out about him... no ICKS (icks = little things that totally bug/annoy me and make me want to RUN)... if i see him, rad... if i don't, i'm cool too... and it's not just because he's a cool guy -- i feel like this is indicative of where i am in my life right now... i seem to really be okay... i seem to have really accepted and embraced my sadness and craziness... instead of hating myself for who i've become... it's fine... it's who i am... and it's all going to be okay.

SHOUT OUTS

- Shout Out to all the fools who came to my birthday part-ay on Friday.

- Shout Out to LaSassy for the badass cupcakes. Those were un-fucking-believable! BCF!

- Shout Out to Mrs. H for understanding a birthday girl’s need to go bros before hos. You fucking rock!!! And thanks for coming to SF!

- Shout Out to 5th Paragraph for being that bro and telling me, “I haven’t even begun to give you your birthday present,” and he wasn’t fucking kidding… the boy can eat pussy!!!

- Shout Out to Trent Reznor for an AMAZING show at Shoreline on Saturday.

- Shout Out to GreenEyes for the Avon Breast Cancer Walk.

(GreenEyes: Baby Got Pack!)

- Shout Out to 5th Paragraph for picking me up on his motorcycle last night and making out with me.

- Shout Out to Craigslist for bringing me 5th Paragraph… if Craigslist didn’t have Furniture for sale, 5th Paragraph never would have been perusing the site that fateful night. Again, it very well could end tomorrow, but for today, it’s pretty fucking RAD!


THANK GOD:

Thank God I decided not to fart in 5th Paragraph’s bed this morning. He’d left for work and said I could sleep in… I thought about farting after he left, and THANK GOD I didn’t because he came back a minute later having forgotten his coat. So yeah, too soon for the gas… glad I didn’t have to go there yet.

What Do Teeth Marks Inside A Girl's Mouth Imply?

He came in my mouth. He gave me the warning, but I wanted it... wanted it in my mouth. His cock is totally HOT.

After downing several drinks with BFF at Cheers, I mustered up the energy to meet 5th Paragraph at the Independent. I was immediately swept indoors to meet his sister, roommate, and friends (sans brother). They were drunk and/or high, so I fit right in... it was chill... once the show started, i was totally energized by the tunes and felt relaxed to just be Miss Curious.

5th Paragraph gave me the right amount of space... he didn't completely attach himself to me, but I always knew he was there... it was sweet.

After the show, he invited me back to his place... Hmm, let's think about this, I'm on 2 hours of sleep from the night before, it's 12:45 am, and i have to work in the morning, so sure why the fuck not?!?! I went right over.

We drank and smoked a bit more w/ his crew, and then we disappeared into his bedroom.

The clothes came off pretty quickly. All of them this time. And there was his dick. Hard. Thick. I couldn't help myself. I just had to have it in my mouth.

And then I just had to have his cum in my mouth. Totally HOT. Today, I have those teeth marks just inside my lips, mmkay!

But oh but, the favor was reciprocated. He knows what he's doing (YEAY!!!). As he was devouring my pussy, he was working the G-Spot w/ his fingers more than any other guy has... and not only was he working the G-Spot, but he was doing something that my Gynecologist does - and of course, she gets me off everytime with it (hahaha)... you know, where she has a couple fingers up your Kooch and then presses on your abdomen?... well anyway, pressing on certain spots, all the while stimulating the G-Spot and licking the clit, I got pretty fucking excited... excited as in a physical reaction and excited that he even knew to do that.

Thus far, 5th Paragraph has been pretty awesome... we'll see where things go... i'm just taking it as it comes... and as it may go.


THIS WEEKEND:

- TODAY IS MY FUCKING 28TH BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
- TONIGHT DRUNKEN SLURRING WITH FRIENDS
- TOMORROW BRUNCH WITH THE LADIES
- AND AND AND - NINE INCH NAILS - 6TH ROW SEATS!!! HOORAY!!! TRENT REZNOR FUCK MY TITS TODAY!!!
- SUNDAY - CHEERING ON GREENEYES AS SHE WALKS A GAZILLION MILES FOR THE AVON BREAST CANCER WALK... YOU GO GIRL!!! THAT SERIOUSLY IS A WONDERFUL THING... I'M SO PROUD. I'LL SEE YOU SUNDAY!!!

Get It Together Curious!

Yesterday I received an email from 5th Paragraph that started with a, “I regret to inform you.” My initial thought, “oh fuck, I’m getting let down after one date!?!?!”

Luckily that was not the case… that sentence continued in a clear jocular manner. In fact, the email seemed to go on for miles with an abundance of humor… AND there were even his weekend road trip photos attached. Serious Business.

He extended an invite to a show this evening at the Independent… some underground hip-hop, which actually sounds kinda’ cool. I told him I’d call him last night to let him know when my dinner plans could potentially wrap-up.

Soooo, before I even get the chance to call him, he called me… yeay! I will be meeting up with him tonight – and not just him – HIS BROTHER, HIS SISTER, AND 2 FRIENDS.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!??!!?

I mentioned, “wow, sure you want me to meet everyone?” (um, we've been out ONCE! and have had only one really long phone converation)

He replies, “yeah, it’s no biggie… if we’re going to hang out, you’re definitely going to have to get along with all of them.”

I, of course, go all Miss Curious style, wide-eyed on the other side of the phone… thinking fuck… what… presumptuous? Too soon? Ah, nervous. I hardly know him, and I have to go charm some people during live music? I don't know him well enough to know if I even want to put on the Curious Charm... Shit. What?!!? And he's all nonchalant, and I'm all ridiculous. Guess I better get it together.

How in the world is tonight going to go?!?!?

At Last, The Details

Ahh, Sigh. Upper teeth smile. I could definitely kiss those lips. We shook hands, walked into the bar, and ordered our drinks. Once outside, I was much attracted to the fact that he didn’t do the, “oh geez, where should we sit.” He took charge, and we sat on the same side of the bench.

The conversation was easy. He looked me in the eyes. He has nice eyes. Neither of us fuck around, so we threw back the beers. I wasn’t sure if he was interested in me, so I tried tuning into subtle hints of attraction. I’ve read that if guys go out of their way to touch you – just a little touch like leaning into you and touching your arm – it's a sign of their attraction to you. When he got up to get more drinks or to get food, he’d put his hand on my arm or shoulder and tell me that he’d be right back. Hmm.

We then got stoned and moved on to another bar.

There, we sat closely on bar stools. I decided that I’d pull back a moment and see if he’d inch toward me. He did. He then started grabbing onto my sweatshirt. I touched him back.

And like any first date cliché, we met eyes and went in for the kiss. It was a soft, slightly parted lip kiss. No tongue. I wanted to kiss more, but we were at a bar. After confirming both our interests, he then grabbed my hands and used his fingertips to lightly touch them and the inside of my wrists.

The bar was closing soon, and he said, “I really don’t want to go home yet. Would it be bad if I asked to follow you home?” He had the sweetest look on his face… he looked so worried that I’d say no.

In my inebriated state, I chuckled and replied, “I think that’d be alright as long as you know that nothing other than smoking a bowl could happen.” He said no worries that he just wanted to keep hanging out. (yeah, right)

We got to my house and smoked that bowl. We then went through the songs on my iPod. One thing lead to another and our lips were locked. BUT BUT BUT, what happens when you smoke good weed?!?! COTTON MOUTH. I had ZERO spit… so I can definitely say I was not the best of kissers. Eh.

Soon we moved to the bed. Shirts came off. Pants stayed on. He then pulled a spontaneous massage… oh my god… spontaneous massages mean he’s a pleaser. Totally HOT! He’s good with his hands. He knows where to touch.

I tried to gauge the size of his cock, so my hand found its way over his crotch. I’m not certain what it’s like, but I think it’s a good size. Very good size. Thick. Again, Totally HOT.

It was late. We were drunk and high, so the making out didn’t last very long. We crashed. He’s a cuddler, so I didn’t get much sleep. Hm.

What We Know About 5th Paragraph:

He’s much smarter than I am
Works as an engineer
Went to a much better school than I did
His favorite female artist is Tori Amos (oh my god, yeay!!!)
He went to the last Nine Inch Nails show (oh my god, yeay!!!)
He’s sooo into live music and smoking during shows
He has uber soft lips

THE MISS CURIOUS CONCLUSION:

He’s pretty fucking badass, but I won’t be devastated if he doesn’t call. It’s a rad place to be… to not be freaking out and thinking of every reason this can’t work – in traditional Miss Curious style. Of course, I did the, “well, if I don’t mind if he doesn’t call, am I really interested?” But then I realized it was more knowing that I’ll be cool on my own, and there will be others. So who knows… I believe he’s now back from vacation, and I hope the momentum hasn’t been lost…… we shall see.