I am fully aware that this is an open blog on the web and therefore anybody and their mother (or even my own mother) can see it. That being said, I am going to continue to write about all of my shenanigans and debauchery in a cryptic way so that just in case someone I know in real life happens to stumble across this thing and realize that it is me who is writing it can't figure out exactly what I am talking about. Wow, that was a really long sentence.
So the 5 guys. For privacy's sake and for a bit of a background story's sake I will give them the following names: The Date, The Boy (mentioned in previous posts), The Buddy (short for Former Fuck Buddy, but things never got weird between us so we really are still buddies), The Hot (short for Hot Hot Hot guy who I was never really good friends with but rest of my friends were with out me realizing it, and also short for Hot Hot Hot guy who I had a class with once), and lastly, The Claudia Schiffer (this guy is really good looking and really cool (but still nerdy and a bit awkward) and has a really, really well sculpted physique. Like, seriously. I have no idea how we have so much of a sexual history. I'm pretty, but not in a conventional way, and I have a terrible body and bad teeth).
Actually, I'm tired. And I don't really feel the need to put this story on here any way. Basically, I was very overwhelmed and confused that 5 different boys who I already know (except the actual Date) would hit on me all in the same evening. I felt like a cat in heat or something. Looking at the calendar and counting backwards (sorry if this falls into the Too Much Information category) I figured out that I was probably ovulating that day, so I probably really was a cat in heat.
Once again, the mysteries of the universe and the complexities of the human psyche are all based on fucking chemicals messing with us.
Oh, and the rainbow storm trooper is just to accentuate my confusion about boys and dating.
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