Entries from July 2009 ↓

Badannie spent yet another night with people who didn’t actually want to talk to her.

Badannie looked as hot as she could get, for now, and couldn’t get 5 minutes of attention.

Badannie needs more friends. Or different friends.

Or maybe I just need to stop giving a shit.

ok one more time: why have all my friends suddenly become completely self-centered? ex-boy was the only one who even remembered to ask me how my interviews went.

i’ve been employed slightly less than half of the last three years. i’ve had exactly two hook-ups and zero dates since ex-boy became ex TWO YEARS AGO.

i’ve got a boatload of chi but seriously, don’t you think at least one of my friends would have a clue that i’m starting to wear thin?

bored & horny, so i broke down and texted an invite for tonight – didn’t think much of the polite ‘i’m busy’ until m. said he’s having a rooftop party. and didn’t invite me.

why do i even care? i so need to get laid by a real man.

ok we have to talk about the hair. good of me not to have mentioned it earlier, no? back hair, belly hair, huge swaths of coarse, black, ungroomed hair everywhere. some like it, i’m sure, but me? not so much. that’s really all i want to say about it.

not even my type, but what can i say? he was there and he made his interest clear right away. probably an asshole and not particularly attractive to me, but he does know how to touch. i like that firm touch, someone who knows what they want. he was way more attentive than i’ve had recently. i even had an orgasm – and i almost never do that on a first date. (this is not the place to discuss badannie’s trust issues, dear reader, we’re going to gloss right over that.)

how it started: his fingers were salty from the food and he offered them to me (remember this is about 30 minutes after we’d met!). i declined but he said, you have to admit it was a romantic gesture. i said yes but it really was just that i didn’t want the salt. so he brushes off the salt, dips his finger in the olive oil and offers me that instead. wow. ballsy. and what did badannie do? i took that finger right in my mouth and licked it. guess that pretty much set the stage.

he and m. went off to another party and i admit i spent a good part of the rest of the day thinking about that finger and what it could do.

later: late night visit, making out with a giant thunderstorm in the background. sex, sleep, sex again very early in the morning. and yep, couldn’t stop myself from starting up a third again later. earlier in the evening i had paid him $4 to take his clothes off – joking, of course, but i made him keep it the next day so he could be my man whore.

did m. set this up as a pity fuck? who cares. i liked it and i needed it. badannie doesn’t want him as a boyfriend but i wouldn’t mind another roll or two before we go on our way.