1. Tuesday, May 20, 2003

    hard thing about getting laid because of your blog 

    is how do you blog about it?

    gentlemen are taught to not kiss and tell. and one of the tricky dance steps of getting a girl to trust you is to ensure her that you wont blab all about her super soft skin, totally waxed everything, and the way she moved perfectly.

    danish. blonde hair everywhere. little mermaid tattoo. if you’re lucky she’ll show you.

    nineteen. n-n-n-n-nineteen.

    how do these girls at nineteen know so much.

    when i was nineteen i didn’t know shit. i still don’t know shit. but i certainly didn’t know about fuck.

    and last night i fucked like i was nineteen – cautious, quickly, and apologetically.

    what’s danish for oops lets try it again in a minute.

    many moons ago she found me through a google search for “cheerleaders”. by the way thank you google. thank you. thank you. thank you.

    her english is good but wasn’t always so good and at first i thought she was being mean to me and im very sensitive and i stopped chatting with her.

    later we got to chatting again and she asked me what fuck was since i use it in so many ways on here and she was confused.

    nineteen and naked in no time.

    she said i didn’t look american and i said she didn’t look danish and i put on guns and roses and i was doing it with a girl i just met.

    who am i?

    what world am i living in what life am i leading what will my judgement day look like what will the neighbors think what is this girl who is so quiet thinking of how im doing what i probably shouldn’t be doing but why shouldn’t we be doing what we totally want to be doing.

    didn’t last long. too turned on. far too hot in therre. blonde hair everywhere.

    i wont kiss and tell but i’ll lick and lie

    she said i will only be in town for three more days i said stay here she said she couldn’t and we held hands and looked at the mariah carey poster across my room and i told her that i wish i had a plasma tv, and i wanted to tell her that i could have taken the plasma tv that we swiped from a counterfeiter in the valley but gave it to an old folks home. guilt is a motivator.

    i have a baseball that many of my girlfriends have signed for me to look at on rainy days.

    im now thinking of starting a new baseball of girls who’ve wanted to kiss me because of this url.

    you need these things when your self confidence could breakdance on the head of a pin and you have the memory of a goldfish.

    she was tall and tanned and lean and quiet until she wasn’t so quiet and she said she had to get back to her girls who were probably destroying the hotel in anaheim and i walked her to her white rentacar and the security guards from the church across the street rode their bicycles in circles and watched

    and then they talked on their walkie talkies

    and then they just sat on their bikes.

    and when she drove off i esp’ed to them that i didn’t understand any of this either.

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