soooo… i this doesn’t fit in relations~~~s or dating… men’s and father’s rights seems wrong… where would you put it? (now it is a question and fits here)… i don’t like this story much; i am not sure what it says about who i am…
once upon a time obfuscate lived in a party house: a short report of the past
when i was in my midtwenties i drank heavily… i didn’t drink because it was fun or because i craved it… mostly i drank to deal with the constant party my friend/roommate had turned my life into…
i think on the night i am beginning to tell you about, i had drank about a bottle and a half if memory serves (but it may have been more)… i was bored and felt sick so i went to my bed… i had turned off the light and closed the door… the room was spinning a bit, but i was feeling able to sleep… so the door opens and closes, and one of our regular’s girl walked in… she was maybe nineteen; kind of an ugly girl with an obnoxious personality… she asked if i am fine and i said i will be when i wake up… she sits on the bed with me and puts a hand on my leg while continuing to inquire about my present condition… i was buying the nice/concerned routine, but asked her to leave… in response she sat on the bed (making my stomach lurch) and slides under the covers… said something like “i’ll take care of you”… she slid a hand down my pants, so i tried pushing her… she sort of lifted herself past that and settled back in… i asked where her boyfriend is…she had some excuse about him being a jerk and that she would rather take care of me… so she pulled me out and popped me in her mouth… i pushed at her shoulders, but she held onto the bed… i sort of gave up for a minute and holler for the boyfriend… she had something to say about that, but f~~~ if i recall what… i finally had gotten hard, which was confusing… my stomach was feeling s~~~tier, and then it dawned on me how to get rid of her… so i leaned forward and vomited on her head… so she tells me it is okay and she will take care of me… so she finally leaves, problem solved i think… so she heads to the bathroom, but comes back like nothing f~~~ing happened! i guess her trip drew the attention of her boyfriend who comes in and starrs bitching at me for being a bad friend… so i ask him to remove her, tell him i never invited her in, but all he can do is whine about how hurt he is… “you know how hard it is for me to find women” as if i Want anything to do with her… hell, no beer goggles were strong enough… anyhow, he leaves… i know he was out there talking s~~~ because the music dropped in volume and people poked their heads in periodically (none long enough to solicit help)…
a friend (who doesn’t know about this) told me the following: while his grandmother was sipping gin on the rocks (he was five) she turned to him and said “if rape is inevitable, try to enjoy it”… i think that is good advice… i hadn’t met him at the time but that is what i did since i couldn’t stand or manage to vomit…
i woke up in the morning with her cuddled up trying to act cute… so i got dressed and left… didn’t say much of anything to her when i left… i stayed out for a couple of days with friends… when i got back the girl had moved some of her s~~~ in my room… i tossed it in the other room and told my roommate that i never wanted to see her again… he laughed… it took two weeks to get her to leave me the f~~~ alone…
i have no idea how i feel about all of this…
MACHO 2 years, 8 months ago.
