I met someone at a deer friend’s birthday party. There was lots of drinking going on, I got so drunk I was; dancing like its no ones business, giving lap dances, latter came the falling down. I had skinned knees and even a few skinned toes the next day. Yes it was a very good time.
Anyhow the friends whose birthday it was had lots of friends there, some I had never met before. One of these people I had never met before was very cute, has a great open friendly personality, and talking to him is way better to talking to a tree stump. I think he is the one guy who can actually at times think with something other than his penis.
We really seemed to hit it off that night and have been spending a lot of time with each other since then. I met him before my surgery, and since I have had it he has been being really sweet to me and walking in random places with me to help me feel better. When he was at my house he put in the AC’s so I would not be so hot and uncomfortable. He even told me it was ok for me to fart around him, because he read my blog on farting and farting is part of the healing process of my surgery.
Everyone keeps on asking me what’s going on between me and this guy, my friends, my family, the voices in my head. The answer is I don’t know, I like him and he seems to like me but I am always so awkward about these things, I hate to be like “yeah so what’s going on with us”. It’s funny that I am that way, because I am not shy, and I really never get embarrassed but there is just something about the whole guy girl thing that makes me nervous.
Be it we are just friends, dating or whatever I am just going to enjoy it and let whatever is going to happen, happen. At least until someone fills me in.
