Last weekend Mr. X
got married and apparently this is one of those blogs I have to write despite not
feeling the need to write it.
Admittedly I’m as shocked as anyone that I
didn’t end up turning to tequila and crying my eyes out on his wedding day
because let’s face facts, I was in love the guy but I guess the operative word
in that sentence is “was” because I was fine.
In all honestly Mr. X’s
wedding didn’t even cross my mind last weekend. As evident in blog; I was too
busy day dreaming about the dude at work I’m not allowed to like. Who, coincidentally,
I didn’t like until I wasn’t allowed to like him, then all of a sudden he was
cute. Welcome to the wonderful twisted world that is my brain.
As for Mr. X now
being married that’s a non-issue, it doesn’t have any impact on me. Things
played out they way they should have and I’m satisfied. The problem with
relationships like ours tends to be closure or lack thereof; I don’t have that
issue. We’ve said our piece to each other and tied up all those pesky loose
ends. The Mr. X chapter of my life was firmly closed long before he said “I do”.
If anything it’s reassuring to know he’s now married and that that book isn’t
going to magically fly open one day.
Anyways I have to go
and work on a post for my other blog “Nightly Correspondence”, be sure to check
that out. And since there isn’t really a question in this blog, tell me what name
you think I should give the guy from work I’m not allowed to like (I can’t
think of anything). And as always stay and play safe.
After my last blog I
think it’s time to get back to writing about penis because let’s be honest they’re
more fun to read and write about and for the most part they don’t result in a
soggy keyboard.
Last night when I woke
up about midnight (slightly hung-over) I noticed a text message on my phone
from an old friend. It said he was house sitting for his mom and asked if I
wanted to sleep over.
Don’t get any weird
ideas, when he says sleep he means sleep. We use to do it all the time as
teenagers he’d come over to mine or I’d go around his at silly am and just
cuddle up and sleep. There’s never been anything sexual between us.
I sent a message back
saying I’d love to and he quickly sent me a message back telling me I know the
drill. So I slipped on my slippers and grabbed the spare key and went around.
I let myself in and
went up to his room and crawled into bed next to him. He put his arm around me
and I snuggled up into the comfy chest nook, gave his chest a little kiss and
he kissed the top of my head and we fell asleep.
This morning was precious,
I woke about 5am and was just laying there snuggled up thinking; about 15 minutes
later he woke up and slowly moved his head and neck around to get a look at my
face and said “you’re really not happy are you”. I just closed my eyes and shook
my head. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me the biggest hug; and
reminded me that work isn’t the real world and in the grand scheme of things
doesn’t matter. I don’t get upset when a stranger from Kalamazoo leaves me a
comment on my blog calling me a ugly whore so why should I get upset over what
strangers at work thinks?......The guy makes a good point.
He then tickled me to get a smile and suggested we go out for breakfast,
I reminded him it was 5:30am on a Sunday so going out for food wasn’t happening
so he said “well let’s make breakfast then”. We went down stairs and got
covered in flour while making bacon and pancakes and then cuddled up on the
couch watching old time cartoons on YouTube.
Sometimes all you need is a dear friend to put things in prospective and
to pull you out of your funk and luckily I have some awesome friends and some
pretty awesome readers too.
Someone asked me the
other day would I kick Merlin out of bed for Sparky; which caused my brain to
get stuck in a logic circuit nearly resulting in it blowing up
The problem my brain
faced was I like Merlin, he is the sort of low maintenance guy I’m after; he is
for the most part un-blog worthy. Sparky on the other hand is hot....and hot. I
don’t want to date him or even cuddle with him, to quote A Million Little Brains
it’s like my vagina is possessed. The man just needs not to be in clothing.
So this raises the
question would you chose amazing sex over a relationship?
I have no actual
knowledge of either man’s bedroom performance; this is purely speculation on my
part but one gives off the paint by numbers lover vibe and the other
well.....the good luck walking in the morning vibe. Which is strange because it’s
a well known fact good looking men tend to be rubbish in bed but I’d bet
otherwise in this case.
My brain struggled
with the question for a very long time...once again my vagina was possessed so
logic wasn’t really a factor in any of this however now Merlin seems to have warmed
up a little and doesn’t seem so scared, paint by numbers or not, I wouldn’t
kick him out of bed for Sparky. I might pretend he was Sparky but I wouldn’t
kick him out of bed.
It did however take
me over a week to come up with an answer so I have to ask would you choose mind
blowing sex over a relationship? Let me know in the comment box below and as
always stay and play safe.