Beds

I went to the Boston Public Library today(gross, I know, but there was a book I couldn't find anywhere else). Some guy, normal by outward appearance, looked at me straight in the eye as I was leaving. I smiled at him, though I don't know why I did that. My stance on smiling is a firm anti. But I did it anyway. Then he said, "Oh my god, Hi!" and ran after me, still holding his unchecked-out books. How do I know they were unchecked-out? Because the alarm rang as he came after me, and two security guards had to stop him. It was pretty funny. Shame though, because he was pretty cute. But probably a bum, if he's checking books out at the public library.

I was snowed in on Friday night, and I ended up having my 1st 3some of 2008(MWW). It was pretty hot. I think the key to a good 3some is to be the star of the event. As in, both parties should concentrate on pleasing only you and the rest is irrelevant. The girl is some chick we met at a bar(kinda gross, I know) but she was a looker, and that's pretty much all that matters when you're looking for a 3some participant. The man is my annoying but buff fuckbuddy(he of the red roses and the offending Hershey's chocolate). I was trying to phase him out slowly, but so much for that plan. He called me four times today and texted me three times. What's hilarious is that Friday was his first 3some ever, and now he thinks he's some sort of a sex maven. I think he feels like a stud, having bedded two women at once. Though he really was more of a watching participant instead of an active, participating participant. He got to rub her tits. I think that was v. exciting for him.

Anyway, he's been sending me these barfy text msgs, obviously failed attempts at trying to get me aroused. Example: "I want to spend all day eating you out." That is NOT sexy, that just makes me think he has no life!(he doesn't.) He's been promoted to an intolerable state of annoyance from beginner's pest. I wish he'd leave me alone.

I've been lax about acquiring that beautiful, non-psycho girlfriend. I'm going to a big dykecon on Thursday in Jamaica Plain, so maybe I'll meet one there.

I like blondes. I don't know why. I like blonde, stacked, artificially processed-looking. The Denise Richards-type. And the dumber, the better. Exactly the opposite of how I like my men. And the nipples must be pink, no brown. I hate brown nips.

Time for bed.