I have a feeling this is going to turn into a confessions blog. I have one upcoming guest confession, and I think we're ready to hop on that train, but first, I'm gonna tell you about my weekend.
This weekend was a good friend's birthday, and his best buddy was in town for the weekend from out of state. As of lately, I've really been focusing on trying to be slutty. I had been hanging out with the boys all weekend, as per usual. We played some beach volleyball, drank some beers, talked about who we would want to have sex with in politics, you know. Funny enough, the popular answer for them was B(h)illary Clinton. I was impressed with this, and it was also refreshing to hear that guys would sleep with anything for power, or better yet, a good story. In fact, they took the "good story" reasoning to a new level, bringing Tipper Gore and Condi Rice into the equation. The convo went a step further when one of the boys started talking about one of MY past hookups (who's also a good friend of theirs). Sometimes, I think that they either forget I'm female or they just don't care. As it turns out, he once slept with a midget for the story. Now while I would like to think that this is awesome, it still turned my stomach a bit. We didn't have sex (evidence of a failed attempt at being slutty), but I still didn't really want to hear about midget sex.
Anyway, later in the night on Saturday (day two of shitfaced weekend birthday bash), after a good number of cocktails, I was discussing promiscuity with the birthday boy. He's unique in the sense that he's a guy and he has no real interest in sleeping with random girls. I find this really interesting, and that night we discussed how we both wished we were just a bit sluttier. We essentially agreed that while it would be fun, neither of us could really do it. Probably less than ten minutes later, I approached his best friend (the one from outta town) at the bar and started chatting. I'm really not a naturally flirty person, so I really have to try unless I'm totally plastered. I'm not sure why I decided to do it right after that convo, since we had been hanging out since like 11 am drinking, but I did. Anyway, we chatted for a while in that bar and then eventually went to a new one, after witnessing the tail-end of a stabbing in front of one bar. I'm getting better at eye contact, but it can be intense. Long story (not so) short, he hinted a few times at the fact that he was not excited about sleeping on the floor, and I pretty much shut him down. I totally cannot deal with these direct comments, obviously, so I failed. At the time, I thought that it would be too weird to hook up with this neighbor's best bud (especially after the promiscuity convo earlier) and also that if I did in fact have another little sleepover, I would have then hooked up with BOTH neighbor's best friends. Now I don't know what y'all think, but this seemed pretty slutty to me. Especially since both of them will be with us in Vegas on New Year's. Maybe I can get them a lil' rrrruunnnnkkkk and have a threesome. Ha, can you imagine how epic of a story that would be for this bloggedy!?
Things I've learned this weekend:
1. You can hypnotize people with eye contact, and get whatever you want.
2. When you hang out with just boys, you automatically win. You just have to claim your prize.
3. My favorite signal is touching. Even something as easy as touching my arm, when done correctly, kinda seals the deal for me.
I think it's time to set some goals:
I have one weekend left for birthday sex. Next weekend is my other neighbor's birthday, and I think we're doing a lil' tailgate party in Pasadena. My sleepover friend is probs gonna be there, (yes, the midget sex one, but I'm just gonna ignore that) so it's officially on.
I see a couple potential issues with this.
1. Mutual grounds: I have a really hard time even making out with someone in public, like outside of a bar or anything, so not having my own house/room could potentially be an issue.
2. Alcohol consumption: While I don't doubt that we will be drinking, someone has to drive home eventually. I might be able to get out of this one, but not without some dramz. Point being, I'm gonna need to be pretty rruuunnkk.
I will keep y'all posted...
On that note, I leave you with a recent post on Texts From Last Night:
(404): I don't even remember his name...I'm just gonna save it as birthday sex
