I have a little confession to make. I sorta met someone recently. No, not the beefy guy. Actually, I met this guy before the beefy guy but only off and on and mostly in the carnal sense. While on the beefy side as well, he has more of a humpy corn fed look. [1]Not to mention, an ass so plump and juicy it would make you sit up and beg. I’m sure I don’t need to fill in the details. I’ll just say we seemed to be a good “fit”. And with the beefy guy out of the picture, corn fed boy has been a nice distraction, to say the least.
We’ve spent about 5 nights together off/on over the last 2 weeks. I know, shame on me for not spilling the beans earlier. With everything else as of late, I just didn’t get around to blabbing about it, sue me. Plus, as I said, things weren’t serious. However, I was beginning to get the impression things might take a more serious route. Well that is until tonight. After a very hot couple rounds of sex, he tells me he has been seeing someone else and has to stop playing around with me. WTF? I guess things are getting a little more serious with the other guy. Talk about a kick in the teeth.
I can handle him choosing the other guy over me, but his total selfish approach hit me a bit wrong. To add insult to injury, I had invited him to a party with me tonight. [2]Rob, sorry I didn’t make it. Obviously, that didn’t happen. My mood was a bit soured so I ended up sitting at home polishing off a box of girl scout cookies, a chicken/cheese bagel, and two cups of pudding.
I’m over it now. The good news is I’ll make it to the gym nice and early tomorrow to work off the billion calories I consumed tonight.
As the ever famous Hateful Helen would say, “NEXT!”
eh…fook him and not in a good way.
I love Hateful Helen aka Sweet Pussy Pauline! No worries stud, hope you have a great workout & sunday. You'll see "there's too many fish in the sea"!
Well at first I would have said you did have to fill in the details – but now who really wants to know about this douche!
Unfortunately, we've all probably been there at one point in time – and on one side of that fence. I'm not sure it is easy regardless of which side you're residing.
But that did seem like a lot of food to eat over a guy! 🙂
So many frogs to kiss, so little time.
Oh man! What gay man HASN'T been in your position, including the junk-food fest? There are other men out there – you'll be fine. Not put down the pudding cups!
I found myself wondering what flavor the pudding was…
oh boy, that cannot have felt very good. ugh.