Someone just asked me the other day, “So what are you doing now?” (reffering to my post-work life). I replied “enjoying life,” which in not so many words meant I was unemployeed, depressed, and living off peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches.
I have to admit, the more I sink into this unemployment/poor hole, the more I get noticed by guys. I now understand the loser complex. You know how you see a couple and one is a loser and one is a decent guy? Well, some of these guys now noticing me are guys I’ve talked to forever and now all in a sudden I’m hot shit that I’m a loser.
So this new guy…
It’s this guy that I’ve been talking to for a few months. He’s always been wanting to hook up and in great detail (ok, text-sex) tells me what he wants to do with me. It’s cool, it was all kind of fun and games but I had no intentions of ever meeting him, or following through, but last night things changed. It was halloween night and I was coming home from a bar and hanging out with my friends. This guy calls me and tells me he’s locked out of his house, insinuating for me to invite him over. I don’t know if thats the oldest line in the book or why I fell for it, but I did, and I knew my brother was home.
[Small recap incase you don’t know, I’m living with my brother]
I knew my brother was home so I have no idea why I told him he could come over. I knew something was going to happen between us, and I can’t even use the “I was so drunk” excuse cause I wasn’t. I think I just needed a little excitement in my life and it was kind of a rush knowing my brother was in the next room.
Well, he comes over and I’m laying in bed cause I’m tired and I swear at a drop of a hat this guy was already naked. He works fast apparently. Now, I’m going to make this the least Halequin novel as possible. We ended up messing around and having amazing (but silent) sex. At that point I figured “Fuck it, even if I get caught it was worth it.”
We fell asleep and I woke up around 10am. I was having trouble sleeping because I was so nervous about having him over. My brother and I have never established rules about having people over. I never even imagined the possibility of having anyone over. Around 11am my brother leaves to God knows where and about 10 minutes later Mr. Naked Man and I start things up again.
[It’s killing me not to give details, but seriously, it was hot.]
After very non-silent sex he started to get dressed to leave. We are making awkaward post-sex small talk and in my head I’m thinking how I should get him the fuck out of here now that my brother is gone because that just makes sense. Ya, before that thought had time to process in my head (I blame the slow speed on even better morning sex) I hear my brother pull up in the drive way. “UGH!” Do I freak out? Do I hide this guy? What the fuck do I do. I’m still thinking slow, and now my brother is opening the door to the house.. “THINK FASTER!” I keep telling myself. I decided my brain was useless and was thinking so hard about what to do and the situation I forgot what I was thinking about and just went into the restroom to brush my teeth.
“Did you notice that truck out front,” my brother says from the kitchen.
“Ya, it’s my friends, he’s still here,” was what came out of my mouth. “He’s still here?” I amy as well have just said, the guy who fucked the shit out of me last night spent the night and is still here. I’m so stupid.
My brother just said ok and went into his room to take a shower. Mr. Naked Man left and I slept all day, and with good reason. My day got even better when my mom called me and woke me up at 6:30 to go over cause she had some chicken tamales.
Another month of no job and no money and I’ll be married!