Mr. Right Now

The relationship I am having with Mr. Right Now is starting to remind me of the same chaos and danger associated with my post high school drug dealing boyfriend. Our mothers use to say we were like nito and glycerine when we were together and once again I have the same taste of out of controlled excitement on my lips. It tastes so sweet I can't stop licking them, even though it makes me sick to my stomach.

We met out for a burlesque show in Hollywood Tuesday night and ended up getting drunk and DOWN on the dancefloor!!! Sooo much fun! The next thing I knew we were in the back seat of his car getting HOT and heavy, steaming up the windows and having the best drunk sex I've had in a very long time. That is until he tried, on multiple occasions, to make a forced and uninvited back door entry... at which point I shoved him off me and told him, "no means no! UGH!"

That's when I threw on my clothes and realized in the chaos I had lost my I.D., cash and car key! ... Ouch... We sobered up real quick backtracking first the area around the car (where we found my lacy black thong which he quickly claimed and deposited into his pocket) and further down the trail back to the closed down club. No luck...

We realized that I would have to make the trek back to Hollywood in the morning and headed to eat at Swinger's, appropriately named for patrons like us.

The next day, no thanks to him... 2 taxis, 2 bus rides and $200 later I got into my car and kissed my losses goodbye.

I take every day at face value with this guy.

He has made it clear that sex and good times are all he is interested in... and for the moment that is enough for me. But because he has shown me what he is capable of in the form of deceit and selfishness, I am not sure how long the good times will sustain us.

I am beginning to realize that I really feel best with a man in my life. Not because I need one, but because I enjoy one... But when the pain starts to out way the pleasure it is time to pull the plug.

So we will see how long we let the good times roll for....

It makes me sad that after waiting so long to finally date this guy (6 years) that all he is interested in is sex.

Oh well. There are plenty of fish in the sea and I am a very good at fishing... I bet you hundreds of dollars that he will come running when he finds out I am moving on. Bet me. Come on, I dare you.