After 10 and a half months of avoiding his advances, flirtations, out-right attempts to get me in his clutches...I must say, I am pretty proud I avoided him for that long. In the past, we would have fell back into the same routine much more quickly. Technically speaking I didn’t give in, but I know I am eating the words I uttered, when I said Mr. Henry could never see the light of my muffin ever again in his lifetime.
With the extinction of Klein, and school, and me being in a place of where I don’t know if I am ready to commit to another relationship, it only seemed natural that Mr. H could gain re-entry into my box. (I know, I know)
I will say that right now the strong can’t breathe emotions & sentiment that I once felt for him are not there. However, it seems as if we will always have this unspoken silent bond. We are magnetically linked to each other - we don’t have to say anything to each other, yet we know...we know exactly what it is we can’t say outloud.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Muffin's Dry Out...
What a crazy few weeks...
Let me just jump right in. A few weeks ago I had drunk sex with Jason. It was bad. Really bad, like do we do a "do-over" bad, or pretend it never happened bad? (I'm leaning towards pretend it never happened bad)
I'll admit, I was in a bad place so I can take 10% of the blame, but I thought, "drunk come and get it right now sex" was the best. Atleast that's been my experience in the past. I guess it was bad mainly because we were friends (atleast that's what I'd like to rationalize) and aside from the fact that his rocket launched too quick, (like waaaayyyyy too quick) the chemistry just wasn't there. We did it three times (same night)...but the landings always sucked.
Oh well, he was the re-bound guy, I hadn't had sex in like 2 months, we had been flirting back & forth & bam...
Things aren't THAT awkward though. We've talked since then and text back and forth. Friendship still intact...
I'll tell you what's awkward though....I ran into Klein....with another chick. It was so random and unexpected...it hit me like whoa. Like really, I didn't expect it. And get this, 48 hours later...
I run into his ass AGAIN! (not on purpose). He tried to give me a hug. He tried to make small-talk, and I was just so, like WTF, like I don't have anything to say. I mean really, what is there to say? I'll admit, I could have made an effort, but it would have been so forced.
DC is soooo small. Note to self: Do not date anyone that lives or works within a 3-block radius of me
In Other News:
I went on a really bad date a few weeks ago. Like, he had stalker potential. In fact, I think he tried to follow me home, because he let on that he knew what street I turned down after the date....and he lives in the opposite direction!!! He has called and text-stalked me...big huge red flags...
Brian text me out the blue this past weekend...he said he was just seeing how I was doing? Out the blue
School has me pretty busy, but I managed to findsome time to hang last week. Mr. H & I hung with PATT and a few of my friends on Friday for happy-hour, after 7 vodka drinks, and randomness at two bars, I was in a vodka induced sleep at home by 10pm. Saturday I dressed up & went out....
And now, I have to finish the semester on a good note...so I'll be M.I.A....again
Let me just jump right in. A few weeks ago I had drunk sex with Jason. It was bad. Really bad, like do we do a "do-over" bad, or pretend it never happened bad? (I'm leaning towards pretend it never happened bad)
I'll admit, I was in a bad place so I can take 10% of the blame, but I thought, "drunk come and get it right now sex" was the best. Atleast that's been my experience in the past. I guess it was bad mainly because we were friends (atleast that's what I'd like to rationalize) and aside from the fact that his rocket launched too quick, (like waaaayyyyy too quick) the chemistry just wasn't there. We did it three times (same night)...but the landings always sucked.
Oh well, he was the re-bound guy, I hadn't had sex in like 2 months, we had been flirting back & forth & bam...
Things aren't THAT awkward though. We've talked since then and text back and forth. Friendship still intact...
I'll tell you what's awkward though....I ran into Klein....with another chick. It was so random and unexpected...it hit me like whoa. Like really, I didn't expect it. And get this, 48 hours later...
I run into his ass AGAIN! (not on purpose). He tried to give me a hug. He tried to make small-talk, and I was just so, like WTF, like I don't have anything to say. I mean really, what is there to say? I'll admit, I could have made an effort, but it would have been so forced.
DC is soooo small. Note to self: Do not date anyone that lives or works within a 3-block radius of me
In Other News:
I went on a really bad date a few weeks ago. Like, he had stalker potential. In fact, I think he tried to follow me home, because he let on that he knew what street I turned down after the date....and he lives in the opposite direction!!! He has called and text-stalked me...big huge red flags...
Brian text me out the blue this past weekend...he said he was just seeing how I was doing? Out the blue
School has me pretty busy, but I managed to findsome time to hang last week. Mr. H & I hung with PATT and a few of my friends on Friday for happy-hour, after 7 vodka drinks, and randomness at two bars, I was in a vodka induced sleep at home by 10pm. Saturday I dressed up & went out....
And now, I have to finish the semester on a good note...so I'll be M.I.A....again
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Part2: Update On Everything Diva, Including Horny-ness, F*ckery & Everything In Between
Disclaimer: Read Part 1 first.
Klein: But I got into a fight, with a crazy person last night. I could have got hurt or died
Me: But you’re standing here in front of me. You’re not hurt.
Klein: I could have been hurt.
Me: (deep sigh) But you’re not, you’re making assumptions and excuses.
We start walking and he awkwardly tries to put his arm around me. I try to have a civil convo with him, but I’m so fucking pissed at the fact that he’s missing the point. He then says he is pushing the whole holding me thing, as it’s still daytime, and it’s Ramadan, and that we shouldn’t talk about anything else that’s negative. He tells me he has a meeting and he will see me later.
Two days go by. I finally call him and ask him to help me with something. I remind him that I’m leaving at the butt crack of dawn, and we haven’t spent “real quality time” together. He meets me at the store, and we’re walking around, I’m getting last minute stuff for my trip. I try to talk to him, and again, he says it’s Ramadan, and he “can’t talk about anything that will change his spirit” He then proceeds to complain about how hungry he is, and asks me how much longer am I going to be, because it’s almost sun-down. I point out to him, that he chose to fast, so basically why “are you complaining, and that if you are so hungry leave”.
He basically says if he leaves, then I’ll just be mad at him again.
At this point I checked out. Mentally, it’s no reasoning with him.
I’m not done shopping, I tell him to go ahead without me, go eat (I need peace & quiet, and frankly didn’t feel like hearing his fucking excuses, whining, and bitching about not eating). He takes half of the things I brought to drop them off at my place.
Me: are you coming over after dinner
Klein: yea
Me: so like an hour or so
Klein: Yea, I gotta eat, or so. It’s Ramadan, so we can’t do anything...
Me: Seriously, I have to pack and stuff, I leave early and won’t be back till Sunday.
Klein: Ok, I’ll see you soon
(he gives me a hug & kiss)
I didn’t hear from him at all that night.
Hence the reason for the text.
Now, I know people think his mom’s death had a lot to do with his irrationality. But I beg to differ. Earlier in the relationship I tried to break up with him twice. And both times he pretended as if it never happened. I think he used his mom’s death as a scapegoat for his actions, as well as Ramadan. Yep. I said it. It may come off as being harsh, but the problems we had existed pre-mom. Had we not had these problems before and they came up as a result of his mom, I’d be more understanding. But they didn’t.
So that’s the demise of Klein. Maybe I could have done it differently, but my frustration with him could not be contained anymore. What’s done is done.
Klein: But I got into a fight, with a crazy person last night. I could have got hurt or died
Me: But you’re standing here in front of me. You’re not hurt.
Klein: I could have been hurt.
Me: (deep sigh) But you’re not, you’re making assumptions and excuses.
We start walking and he awkwardly tries to put his arm around me. I try to have a civil convo with him, but I’m so fucking pissed at the fact that he’s missing the point. He then says he is pushing the whole holding me thing, as it’s still daytime, and it’s Ramadan, and that we shouldn’t talk about anything else that’s negative. He tells me he has a meeting and he will see me later.
Two days go by. I finally call him and ask him to help me with something. I remind him that I’m leaving at the butt crack of dawn, and we haven’t spent “real quality time” together. He meets me at the store, and we’re walking around, I’m getting last minute stuff for my trip. I try to talk to him, and again, he says it’s Ramadan, and he “can’t talk about anything that will change his spirit” He then proceeds to complain about how hungry he is, and asks me how much longer am I going to be, because it’s almost sun-down. I point out to him, that he chose to fast, so basically why “are you complaining, and that if you are so hungry leave”.
He basically says if he leaves, then I’ll just be mad at him again.
At this point I checked out. Mentally, it’s no reasoning with him.
I’m not done shopping, I tell him to go ahead without me, go eat (I need peace & quiet, and frankly didn’t feel like hearing his fucking excuses, whining, and bitching about not eating). He takes half of the things I brought to drop them off at my place.
Me: are you coming over after dinner
Klein: yea
Me: so like an hour or so
Klein: Yea, I gotta eat, or so. It’s Ramadan, so we can’t do anything...
Me: Seriously, I have to pack and stuff, I leave early and won’t be back till Sunday.
Klein: Ok, I’ll see you soon
(he gives me a hug & kiss)
I didn’t hear from him at all that night.
Hence the reason for the text.
Now, I know people think his mom’s death had a lot to do with his irrationality. But I beg to differ. Earlier in the relationship I tried to break up with him twice. And both times he pretended as if it never happened. I think he used his mom’s death as a scapegoat for his actions, as well as Ramadan. Yep. I said it. It may come off as being harsh, but the problems we had existed pre-mom. Had we not had these problems before and they came up as a result of his mom, I’d be more understanding. But they didn’t.
So that’s the demise of Klein. Maybe I could have done it differently, but my frustration with him could not be contained anymore. What’s done is done.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Update On Everything Diva, Including Horny-ness, F*ckery & Everything In Between (1 of 2)
Ok, so I know I've been MIA, and now here I am, trying to play catch-up, fill-in & fill-up. So let me start with a few disclaimers. As usual, I'm drinking. So if something doesn't make since, blame the Yellowtail Shiraz (hey, good cheap wine, what can I say). Disclaimer #2, I haven't had sex in like 2 months...so everything reeks of sexual tension. I'm scared I'll throw my panties at some random guy on the street anyday now, although I must say, I've been in some hard situations the last month (all puns intended), and didn't give in....so maybe the horny-ness is a mental thing.
First things first. I remember I told you I was going to tell you about the break-up with Klein. Hopefully to clear up the fact that I'm not a bitch for breaking up with him shortly after his mom passed. Here goes...
So in the comments awhile ago, I indicated my rocking, eccentric Aunt passed away shortly after Klein's mom. In fact, we were together when I got the news that she had hours (if that) to live. Klein & I talked about her & we talked about his mom, life, blah, blah, blah. So we depart, and on my long drive home, she passes. I call him to let him know. He doesn't answer. A few hours later he calls me & tells me he's out & will call me later.
Later ends up being the next day or so. I had to call him because his phone was off...so I let him know I'm going home for her funeral over the weekend (it's like Monday evening at this point). He's still out of town at this point & says he doesn't know when he'll be back, he has family stuff to take care of. Well he gets back in town Wednesday (but he doesn't tell me, I found out via his sister early Thursday morning, after she sent me a text asking me if I spoke to him). We talked Thursday evening.
I left Friday morning for the funeral.
I leave on Friday & not once does he:
1) call me to see if I made it home ok
2) check on me to see how my fam is doing with everything
3) check on me to see how I am doing
4) see when I'll be back, call to say he misses me, or and fuckery of that nature.
I get back to D.C. on Sunday evening & call to let him know I'm back. No answer. I go about my day, head to the store, with the intentions of going home to unpack & re-pack for my trip to paradise in the form of Jamaica that takes place 3 days later. Low & behold I'm in the check-out line and guess who comes in??? Klein.
He comes up to me (I didn't notice him or rather see him walk in) and asks me to wait for him while he checks out.
I wait.
He comes out & acts like everything is right with the world. The first thing he says to me is:
"I got into a fight last night at work"
Me: *blank stare*
(in my head: WHAT THE FUCK, I DON'T CARE)
Me: (outloud): Ummm excuse me. Did you get my text from earlier?
Him: Yeah, about you making it back?
Me: Um Yeah.
Him: Yeah, I was gonna call you. But guess what happened to me last night?
Me: I don't care. Before you tell me anything, you haven't even asked me how my flight was, how's my family, how was my trip. In fact, you didn't call me once this whole weekend!!!
Ok, sorry guys, I'm getting mad just thinking about the pure fuckery that came out his mouth afterwards. To be continued...
But In Other News:
I resisted the temptation that is Mr. H for the last month, and the fact that he's been throwing it at me like a major league pitcher...
Remember Jason??? If you don't you gotta catch up on him, he's sorta back in the picture as a "friend only".
School has me busy as well as work, so I've been a REALLY GOOD DIVA. As you can see, I'm in the house...but the night is still young.
First things first. I remember I told you I was going to tell you about the break-up with Klein. Hopefully to clear up the fact that I'm not a bitch for breaking up with him shortly after his mom passed. Here goes...
So in the comments awhile ago, I indicated my rocking, eccentric Aunt passed away shortly after Klein's mom. In fact, we were together when I got the news that she had hours (if that) to live. Klein & I talked about her & we talked about his mom, life, blah, blah, blah. So we depart, and on my long drive home, she passes. I call him to let him know. He doesn't answer. A few hours later he calls me & tells me he's out & will call me later.
Later ends up being the next day or so. I had to call him because his phone was off...so I let him know I'm going home for her funeral over the weekend (it's like Monday evening at this point). He's still out of town at this point & says he doesn't know when he'll be back, he has family stuff to take care of. Well he gets back in town Wednesday (but he doesn't tell me, I found out via his sister early Thursday morning, after she sent me a text asking me if I spoke to him). We talked Thursday evening.
I left Friday morning for the funeral.
I leave on Friday & not once does he:
1) call me to see if I made it home ok
2) check on me to see how my fam is doing with everything
3) check on me to see how I am doing
4) see when I'll be back, call to say he misses me, or and fuckery of that nature.
I get back to D.C. on Sunday evening & call to let him know I'm back. No answer. I go about my day, head to the store, with the intentions of going home to unpack & re-pack for my trip to paradise in the form of Jamaica that takes place 3 days later. Low & behold I'm in the check-out line and guess who comes in??? Klein.
He comes up to me (I didn't notice him or rather see him walk in) and asks me to wait for him while he checks out.
I wait.
He comes out & acts like everything is right with the world. The first thing he says to me is:
"I got into a fight last night at work"
Me: *blank stare*
(in my head: WHAT THE FUCK, I DON'T CARE)
Me: (outloud): Ummm excuse me. Did you get my text from earlier?
Him: Yeah, about you making it back?
Me: Um Yeah.
Him: Yeah, I was gonna call you. But guess what happened to me last night?
Me: I don't care. Before you tell me anything, you haven't even asked me how my flight was, how's my family, how was my trip. In fact, you didn't call me once this whole weekend!!!
Ok, sorry guys, I'm getting mad just thinking about the pure fuckery that came out his mouth afterwards. To be continued...
But In Other News:
I resisted the temptation that is Mr. H for the last month, and the fact that he's been throwing it at me like a major league pitcher...
Remember Jason??? If you don't you gotta catch up on him, he's sorta back in the picture as a "friend only".
School has me busy as well as work, so I've been a REALLY GOOD DIVA. As you can see, I'm in the house...but the night is still young.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Was That Supposed To Be Closure????
That wasn't fair Klein...
Fuck closure. That was the idea, behind the come get your shit movement. Closure. This weekend was crazy. Ok, let me start in order. Friday night vodka got the best of me, and lets just say I ran into some of Klein's co-workers. The next day they told him I was inebriated (well in their words fucked up). He told them I wasn't his gf anymore and that I broke up with him. He calls me to get my side of the story, I blow him off because I was on my way back to Mr. H's.
I spent all day Saturday at Mr. H's place.
No sex with Mr. H. In fact, I couldn't even think about bringing myself to letting him nibble my muffin. I thought about it, but I wasn't turned on by the thought of him. In fact, I was probably dryer than the Sahara desert when thinking about him getting close to my lady parts....my mind was somewhere else. I left his place around 3:15am, Klein calls me at 3:45am. I knew he was going to call. I push silent and go to sleep.
Tonight, man.......where do I start. I study, eat, nap, Klein comes over for the "pick your stuff up, I don't want it in my house anymore closure event". We talk. We talk about why it wasn't working, we talk about maybe later in life, He apologizes and says he's sorry he wasn't the man I wanted him to be. We talk about us....He tells me I was the best gf he ever had...he was supposed to meeting his boys in 15 minutes.
We hug for a really long time.
We say stuff that's deep.
I tell him he should go, it's late and he's gotta meet his friends.
He says he has time.
We kiss.
He tugs at my skirt, and I tell him no. "Remember you're practicing Ramadan"
He says he doesn't care and wants to do it.
He tries again. I try to stop him.
He gets on his knees, and kisses me.
I try to stop him again.
He says he wants to.
On the floor in my living room, he gives me the best oral conversation ever, and gets up and leaves.
Damn fucker.
I was supposed to meet my friends out tonight, I was on my way to Mr. H's...gotta get it together...I can't believe he just pulled that....
Fuck closure. That was the idea, behind the come get your shit movement. Closure. This weekend was crazy. Ok, let me start in order. Friday night vodka got the best of me, and lets just say I ran into some of Klein's co-workers. The next day they told him I was inebriated (well in their words fucked up). He told them I wasn't his gf anymore and that I broke up with him. He calls me to get my side of the story, I blow him off because I was on my way back to Mr. H's.
I spent all day Saturday at Mr. H's place.
No sex with Mr. H. In fact, I couldn't even think about bringing myself to letting him nibble my muffin. I thought about it, but I wasn't turned on by the thought of him. In fact, I was probably dryer than the Sahara desert when thinking about him getting close to my lady parts....my mind was somewhere else. I left his place around 3:15am, Klein calls me at 3:45am. I knew he was going to call. I push silent and go to sleep.
Tonight, man.......where do I start. I study, eat, nap, Klein comes over for the "pick your stuff up, I don't want it in my house anymore closure event". We talk. We talk about why it wasn't working, we talk about maybe later in life, He apologizes and says he's sorry he wasn't the man I wanted him to be. We talk about us....He tells me I was the best gf he ever had...he was supposed to meeting his boys in 15 minutes.
We hug for a really long time.
We say stuff that's deep.
I tell him he should go, it's late and he's gotta meet his friends.
He says he has time.
We kiss.
He tugs at my skirt, and I tell him no. "Remember you're practicing Ramadan"
He says he doesn't care and wants to do it.
He tries again. I try to stop him.
He gets on his knees, and kisses me.
I try to stop him again.
He says he wants to.
On the floor in my living room, he gives me the best oral conversation ever, and gets up and leaves.
Damn fucker.
I was supposed to meet my friends out tonight, I was on my way to Mr. H's...gotta get it together...I can't believe he just pulled that....
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Disclaimers, Confessions & Sex Rehab
Last Night
I gave him the disclaimer twice...“no sex”...he said he just wanted to hold me (yeah right...) so, against my better judgment I went over there....because...well because, he wore me down. He’s been asking daily for I don’t know how long and technically it was not cheating, seeing as how I broke it off with Klein before I went to the Islands....so I was super single.
Once we got to his house, I asked him for shorts because I forgot pj’s (ummm who wears pj’s anymore?). He’s awkwardly trying to figure out which way to lay. We leave the t.v. on, he pulls me close & I have restless sleep, pretty much the whole night. Somewhere between me dreaming of beaches & rum punch and 6:30am, he starts kissing me, and tries to eat my “muffin”...I clutch my shorts and SHUT IT DOWN...
In the Morning:
Me: I thought you said you weren’t going to try anything?
Mr. H: You seemed restless, I just wanted to help you sleep better
In Other News:
Yes, Klein & I are not together. I got so fucking frustrated with him, I gave him the deuces via text (don’t sue me, I tried to call him and he didn’t answer so I had no choice....), and boarded a plane to paradise for 4 days, thereby cutting off all phone communication with him. Guess he was salty about it, because he tried to take shots at me on Facebook.....oh well, once a child, always a child.
The longer story of why I broke up with him will follow soon
In Other Other News
Guess you can tell by my sporadic postings, that the life of a grad student is about to ensue...not sure how demanding it will be, but I’m sure dating and debauchery will be on the back-burner...I’ll try to stick around & blog about the crazy-ness....this isn’t my last post...just a disclaimer.
I gave him the disclaimer twice...“no sex”...he said he just wanted to hold me (yeah right...) so, against my better judgment I went over there....because...well because, he wore me down. He’s been asking daily for I don’t know how long and technically it was not cheating, seeing as how I broke it off with Klein before I went to the Islands....so I was super single.
Once we got to his house, I asked him for shorts because I forgot pj’s (ummm who wears pj’s anymore?). He’s awkwardly trying to figure out which way to lay. We leave the t.v. on, he pulls me close & I have restless sleep, pretty much the whole night. Somewhere between me dreaming of beaches & rum punch and 6:30am, he starts kissing me, and tries to eat my “muffin”...I clutch my shorts and SHUT IT DOWN...
In the Morning:
Me: I thought you said you weren’t going to try anything?
Mr. H: You seemed restless, I just wanted to help you sleep better
In Other News:
Yes, Klein & I are not together. I got so fucking frustrated with him, I gave him the deuces via text (don’t sue me, I tried to call him and he didn’t answer so I had no choice....), and boarded a plane to paradise for 4 days, thereby cutting off all phone communication with him. Guess he was salty about it, because he tried to take shots at me on Facebook.....oh well, once a child, always a child.
The longer story of why I broke up with him will follow soon
In Other Other News
Guess you can tell by my sporadic postings, that the life of a grad student is about to ensue...not sure how demanding it will be, but I’m sure dating and debauchery will be on the back-burner...I’ll try to stick around & blog about the crazy-ness....this isn’t my last post...just a disclaimer.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Good Girls Drink Vodka
The opportunity to cheat has been placed on a silver platter with a vodka on the rocks and medium filet mignon tonight...proud to say I'm on a diet and resisted temptation. It was tempting yes, but I'm trying to be a good girl... and just so you know, I do like steak, and it was hard (no puns intended) to resist.
In Other News
I'll be starting school in a few weeks, to obtain an advanced degree in something other than dating. Klein and I are doing pretty ok. We have our moments. Some days it's great and other days I'm like fuck it, I quit. For the most part though, I do care about him and I know he cares about me, so we work on it.
I still have that one little, itty bitty muy tiny problemo. I still haven't told Mr. H about Klein and vise versa and I can't bring myself to do it. Inquiring minds want to know why. Is it because I want to keep my options or am I simply to pansy to woman up and face the wrath from both of them. I kinda prefer not to tell them, but chick friends pose the question, "why not"? And that, I can't truly answer.
In Other News
I'll be starting school in a few weeks, to obtain an advanced degree in something other than dating. Klein and I are doing pretty ok. We have our moments. Some days it's great and other days I'm like fuck it, I quit. For the most part though, I do care about him and I know he cares about me, so we work on it.
I still have that one little, itty bitty muy tiny problemo. I still haven't told Mr. H about Klein and vise versa and I can't bring myself to do it. Inquiring minds want to know why. Is it because I want to keep my options or am I simply to pansy to woman up and face the wrath from both of them. I kinda prefer not to tell them, but chick friends pose the question, "why not"? And that, I can't truly answer.
Friday, July 23, 2010
No Words
Sigh. The last few days have been a bit emotionally draining. Klein’s mother passed away this week. I knew it was coming, but not like this. I’m trying to be there for him as much as possible. That’s all I can really say right now.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Good Girl In Hawaii
So I just made it back from vacation this week, and I’m proud to announce I was a good girl. In fact too good.
Klein & I are still together... I actually kinda missed him while I was gone
POW came to D.C, 4th of July weekend and all we did was drink & party, and party & drink, to commemorate her dirty thirty, with an added mini bonus trip to NY. One night we hung with Mr. Henry & his friend at a lounge, after trying some other spots. POW is under the delusion that me & H are made for each other. Although we talk everyday and still do favors for each other (not that kind) he never stepped his game up.
Side Note: I have yet to tell Klein or Mr. Henry about each other. Is that wrong??? (I’m saving the male ego, they can both be quite jealous....and in my defense, Mr. Henry and I haven’t played “horizontal polo” since December, and I never intend to let him get near my muffin box....ever). End Side Note
Maybe I’m playing with fire...what can I say, I used to enjoy lighting matches as a child...
In other news I’m going to Jamaica next month...I’m trying to slowly break it to Klein, that I will be in my favorite place on earth, celebrating yet another thirty club card member, but I gotta let him recover from me spending 7-days in Honolulu first...
Speaking of Jamaica, I got a random call today from someone there...hmmmmm.
Klein & I are still together... I actually kinda missed him while I was gone
POW came to D.C, 4th of July weekend and all we did was drink & party, and party & drink, to commemorate her dirty thirty, with an added mini bonus trip to NY. One night we hung with Mr. Henry & his friend at a lounge, after trying some other spots. POW is under the delusion that me & H are made for each other. Although we talk everyday and still do favors for each other (not that kind) he never stepped his game up.
Side Note: I have yet to tell Klein or Mr. Henry about each other. Is that wrong??? (I’m saving the male ego, they can both be quite jealous....and in my defense, Mr. Henry and I haven’t played “horizontal polo” since December, and I never intend to let him get near my muffin box....ever). End Side Note
Maybe I’m playing with fire...what can I say, I used to enjoy lighting matches as a child...
In other news I’m going to Jamaica next month...I’m trying to slowly break it to Klein, that I will be in my favorite place on earth, celebrating yet another thirty club card member, but I gotta let him recover from me spending 7-days in Honolulu first...
Speaking of Jamaica, I got a random call today from someone there...hmmmmm.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
When's The Last Time You've Been Tested???
- April 28th, 2010 - I'm negative for everything under the sun, including BS and I have proof -Diva
I remember in high school we took this health seminar, that was kind of a "scare you straight" moment. They showed graphic detailed pictures of every disease imaginable. I crossed my legs & vowed to keep my muffin box locked.
Well college happened, and let's just say, I shared my muffin a few times....but those pictures always lingered in my thoughts....which had me paranoid (even when I used prophylactics) so paranoid, that I decided to go cold turkey for long periods of time.
Last week the CDC released another HIV Study. It boggles me, how people are still getting the itchies, with all of the PSA's, posters, free condoms, etc. going on... Ummm here are a few DC specific stats:
Moral of the stats - WRAP it up or keep your snakes caged & muffin boxes closed
I remember in high school we took this health seminar, that was kind of a "scare you straight" moment. They showed graphic detailed pictures of every disease imaginable. I crossed my legs & vowed to keep my muffin box locked.
Well college happened, and let's just say, I shared my muffin a few times....but those pictures always lingered in my thoughts....which had me paranoid (even when I used prophylactics) so paranoid, that I decided to go cold turkey for long periods of time.
Last week the CDC released another HIV Study. It boggles me, how people are still getting the itchies, with all of the PSA's, posters, free condoms, etc. going on... Ummm here are a few DC specific stats:
- D.C.’s AIDS rate is higher than that of any U.S. state. DC AIDS rate is approximately 10 times that of the U.S. in general.
- D.C.’s AIDS rate is higher than these major cities: Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City, Detroit, and Chicago.
- From 2004 to 2008, 3,312 new AIDS cases were diagnosed in D.C. African-Americans accounted for 86 percent of those cases.
- More people in D.C. are testing positive for HIV: From 2004 to 2008, the “number of persons testing positive” for HIV in D.C. increased by 353 percent, from 246 in 2004 to 1,115 in 2008. (via Wash City Paper)
Moral of the stats - WRAP it up or keep your snakes caged & muffin boxes closed
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