DAMN. IT.

After the last time I hooked up with Matt-tastic I told myself I would stop.  No reason other than the fact that the sex isn’t great and I feel like it’s just time to move on.  I was doing well.  (Well, kinda.)  I lasted a solid five months.

And then he showed up at Ale on Friday night and the gig was up. 

 

 

 

(Mind you, he texted me first to make sure I was going to be there and showed up by himself- he was a man on a mission.)

The sad thing is, I hadn’t even seen him since the last time we hooked up, so it’s not like I’ve ever told the kid “no.” (That’s a lie, I’m pretty sure I’ve told him “no” once… and then I didn’t see him for five months.)

I still think it needs to stop.  It would be different if the sex was better (like with Salty- who hit me up that night when I was already at Matt’s house- DAMN IT) but no feelings and mediocre sex feels like a waste of time.  I’d rather be at home, hung-over in my own bed, with my vibrator. 

Also, boys, just a quick heads up: no girl wants to hook up with you when there’s a picture (framed portrait style) of another girl in your room.  Salty has one of his ex (somewhat understandable since he admits to still being in love with her) and Matt’s is of his sister.