Further proof that my sex life is deal on arrival. Tonight, I was supposed to have a little date with this cute goth guy I met the other day. Ok, not even a date it was supposed to be a booty call or whatever you want to call it. I had dropped a bunch of not so subtle hints that I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck. He seemed to be getting the hints and was totally into just being fuck buddies.
Earlier tonight, I get a text message. Not a call. Just a text, saying that couldn’t hang out tonight. Maybe another night. Yeah, he missed his chance. I was really looking forward to it too. I even have on my "fuck me panties." It’s a pair of black boyshort panties that literally say fuck me. If it wasn’t Tuesday night, I would go out looking for some guy that wasn’t busy tonight. However, I think going out on Tuesday night would be even more depressing.
I think I need to move to another area where there are more goth, alt or punk boys. It seems like I know them all around here. I’m getting desperate, even the jock guy at work is starting to look cute.
I don’t know. Thanks for letting me rant.
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