I hate life sometimes every day.
So "J" came over last night (in more than one way) and we went downtown to catch a local show. As we were walking to the venue, we walked past a group of people at a cross walk. Suddenly, I feel a tapping on my shoulder and turn around and it's a friend of mine - a former co-worker. He's there with his wife and a couple of friends. We chit-chat for a bit, and he introduces us to his friends. Talked for a few minutes more and then we had to go before the show started.
I didn't even think about it all - I mean it didn't even cross my fucked up mind, to introduce "J" to my friend, his wife or his friends. She just stood there for 5 minutes... hahaha. Seriously, I completely forgot about her. I think she went invisible for a while, because even my buddy and his group didn't ever look at her. Needless to say after we started walking back to the venue she asked "Who they were" and I explained. Then she said "You really should introduce people..." and I felt like a total and complete asshole. I hadn't even thought about it at all until she said that. It was a mental mind slap and a little embarrassing. I told her the truth that I am not used to this shit and just hadn't even thought about introducing her. She said it was cool, but I could tell she was super pissy.
But in even worse news - in fact maybe the worse news ever - when we were driving back to my place somehow I ended up telling her about the girl I was stalking at the Cut Copy concert at Stubb's (the one who was grinding up on my junk Friday before last). She was LIVID. I thought she was going to pull the car over and kick me out. Blah blah blah, she wouldn't let it go. I was just laughing about it. I didn't apologize for it. She was starting to piss me off because she wouldn't shut the fuck up about it, even when we got back to my place. Then at some point she said "I would like to think that I made a good choice with you - I mean we've been dating for 4 months."
Ouch. She's finally called us "dating". Dude, sigh. I call us "Fucking and I take her to dinner. Fucking and she makes me dinner." Argh. Fuck this - why I am stressed? Is it in fact because I could have feelings for her? Doubt it. It's probably because I am afraid of losing my easy-access pass to the pussy.
So depressing.
We fucked and fucked again for a couple of hours last night and despite not blowing a load in over a week, I still couldn't inside her. In fact I was a LOT less close than I was last time we banged. I think because I am tired of her. I really was not into the sex, didn't want to look or touch her that much either. She kept trying to lean in and kiss me and I'd move my head. She got off multiple times, and almost shattered the glass with her shrieks like normal, but I couldn't while having sex. So she gave me a loving blowjob and of course that did the trick.
I was yanking her chain telling her she shouldn't be so jealous, etc. She came back with "I am not jealous. I am just protective."
So I came back with, "When I was a kid and got in trouble for lying my step-dad would be like "Kyle why did you lie?". I would respond that "I was tricking you, not lying". She laughed and got the point.
Girls are ridiculous.