25 September 2011 ~ 0 Comments

I Feel Like A Million Bucks.

I Feel Like A Million Bucks.

Well, that last post is pretty damn embarrassing to read (I start cringing and then don’t read more than the first sentence or so) now that it’s almost an entire year later.  Funny how life has its ups and downs, that was apparently a pretty down segment for me.

Anyway, here’s what happened after that nonsense.  We ended up talking on the phone a couple days later and decided to have a “break” but where we’d see each other once or twice a week because we both missed each other.  I banged a couple chicks during this period and it worked out pretty awesomely because I didn’t have to hear any bullshit about whether or not I was banging other women, etc., because it was assumed that I was, and she could too.  That was fine with me because I try not to have a double standard, if I’m gonna be fucking other people then she should be able to as well.

Anyway, that resulted in her putting the pressure on me again after a few months and getting a full relationship status once again.  That was nice for about a week and then it started to be annoying again and I continued banging chicks on the side, really only one night stands though it’s not like I was dating anybody else.  Then after a couple months we had some real issues which I’d rather not get into, big fucking mess, and at some point…

While I was in the other room, she went on my cell phone and started reading texts.  This was the end of our relationship, as she saw multiple instances of me discussing banging chicks with guy friends of mine over text, as well as texts from girls saying shit like “had a great time last night” bla bla…. So basically, the relationship was over then and there.

We had sex a few more times after that even though she basically hated my guts because she’s also completely madly in love with me, so I pretty much destroyed her soul and I felt quite terrible about it myself.  But at the same time, to be honest, I was glad the whole charade was over and I could go back to just being an honest douche who bangs lots of women but doesn’t lie to any of them.  The lying part was what really bothered me.  I also never felt guilty about going on vacations to Vegas any more or any of that shit.  She used to lay guilt trips on me all the time about that nonsense and it’s nice to be single when you don’t have to hear any of that stuff.

About a month after we broke up, I ended up moving to another city because it sounded like a fun place to live and now I’m fucking killing it.  Bouncing between Vegas and LA, I have 3 hot fuck buddies who come over every couple days whenever I feel like inviting them, and business is better than ever to boot.

She immediately started dating her ex-boyfriend from before she was dating me, some asian dork who is insanely controlling and actually checks her phone records and emails to make sure she’s not in contact with me any more. Hahaha.  How do I know this?  Because she still calls me every so often from her house line to tell me that she misses me and to complain about what a fag this guy is.  I tell her to break up with him and find somebody else (she is extremely hot, this would be SIMPLE for her to do) but she’s just got some kind of insecurity where she can’t take the pressure of being alone.

So, to my friend in the prior post (myself one year ago) I say… toughen up, you sound like a gay.  Alternate: Drink up, queer.

Sorry I haven’t posted on here in forever, there’s plenty of new stories for the blog these days as I’ve banged about 30 girls since my last post a year ago lol.  Including a very hot little asian just last night.  Actually I fucked 2 girls yesterday, but one was a fuck buddy so that doesn’t count.

Cheers.

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