Inaugural Post

Let's start off with some music, shall we?


Life is about the journey and not the destination, that's what they always say. So let's talk about my journey for the last bit.

Recently single. Interesting circumstances, but definitely for the best. Realized I gave up a lot of myself to be with someone. Lesson: never do that again.

Luckily my friends really rallied around me to give me the support I needed. I moved out, and now I could not be happier with things.

I've been doing quite a bit of dating, and this will probably comprise a good chunk of the blog. Names will probably be changed and some details blurred a bit. Never exaggerated. There is no need for exaggeration.

Let's get some background on my current living situation. I grew up in a not so small New England town, moved to college in another New England state, and now live in and around Boston. I had been living with "The Ex" who we shall call... I don't know, various names will inevitably come up. After the "break up" I moved out, and now live with my foster family: the "parents" Bob and Jen, and the "kids" Mindy and Mike. Mindy is out of college and Mike is still in college.

I suppose to pique interest I should at least give you one story. But let's start with an oldie but goodie...

There once was this officer in the Air Force, whose name is not important as there was only one "date." We went on a fabulous date to waterfire and dinner, and had a fabulous time. Well, one thing led to another and clothes came off (I wish his had stayed on). After about 30 minutes of hiding the sausage, things had become pretty damn boring. I suggested changing positions (this one was fine). I suggested changing the song (who listens to the same song over and over again?). After being told that it was going to take a little while longer, and it started to hurt, and I dismounted. So what does the AF guy do? Rips off the condom before I'm even off, and starts beating off! I was going to offer to help him out with my hands, but he seemed to be all over that himself. So at this point I started getting dressed, and he's on the bed wrenching and moaning and screaming things like "OH yeah, fuck yeah" and other things you'd hear someone say in a porno.

Anyways, the funniest part of this story is that he then shot himself in the face.

Square in the eye.

I couldn't help but laugh as I'm getting dressed.

It was an awkward car ride when he drove me home, to say the least.