Okay, so I owe you guys an update. I guess it's been about three weeks since my last update. So let's see...
Celebrated the Ravens winning the Superbowl while I was in Baltimore; amazing coincidence.
The girl I was spending the most time with while I was home "broke up" with me. Of course it wasn't really a break-up since we weren't together, but she did say the words "I don't want to see you anymore." This came after her realization that we weren't actually on the path to blossoming into anything serious, and that I was only going to be in town for two weeks after I met her. And that I was also talking to other women. She found out the last part through my blog, which she found through Facebook. And thus, Facebook has officially cost me... sex.
I was stood up by three different women on my last day in town, my two exes, and a girl who had been bluffing me out for a week. The last one there was the biggest disappointment of them all. (She was half Cuban and half Chinese- WHAT?!) I actually did see both of those exes earlier in the day for a little, about 45 minutes for one, and about an hour and a half for the other. The one who has been flirting nonstop with one of my friends spent her entire time there doing just that, and then when it was time for her to go, she mentioned something about me not saying much to her, as if I hadn't been there the entire time to watch what she was doing. I mean, it was my last day, and I was the one who invited her over. And then she acts like nothing happened, like I was acting weird... hm. and the other one, I think I finally got the point across that recent exes have no reason to hang out unless they were actual friends to begin with. I hold no animosity towards either of them. The flirty one, I didn't really care, except how she treated the situation afterwards. And the recent one, I know she just wanted to spend time with me and enjoy my company and yadda yadda. But sitting together in silence and sharing little cutesy inside jokes, and being boyfriend and girlfriend, and fucking... that's what our relationship consisted of, and at no time was it anything different. Now, whenever we're around each other in person, none of that can be there anymore, so what's the point? I mean I can develop a new dynamic with flirty ex because we've been away from each other for so long, but with recent ex, we haven't gone thirty days without at least an awkward conversation. But in reality, I think I've had a bit of a change of heart. It doesn't hurt to be around her, or see her with her new boyfriend anymore. I'm fine with it. And she seems like she can handle seeing me and seeing me with other women. And she's kind of fun to have around, honestly. I can see a new dynamic developing in the future but this trip wasn't the one.
Anyway. During the entire time I was at home, I managed to only have sex with one girl. I was hoping my end story from my "crazy" trip home would sound a little less romantic, but it's the truth. I pissed off a few women, got annoyed, worked out, and got probably an accumulated dozen different numbers. Just one lay, though, so, congrats, girl I had sex with. You were my one and only. I'm back in Texas, waiting on my ticket to get to my new station in Honduras, and spending every penny of my taxes before they arrive. I'd love to find a one more American girl before I go, but my most lucrative night in Texas happened while my phone still resided in Maryland, and therefore, of the six or seven new numbers I got in that one night, I ended up with one the next day, luckily. Still doesn't mean much seeing as how the girl stays about 50 miles away and I have no car. And she leaves next week and I leave this one.
So that's what's been happening to me. On to what's going on in my head....
Well I've noticed that since the dental operation, I've been... brazen. I've gotten a lot more confidence, but I feel like at this point I might be a little too crass. I say offensive things that I wouldn't have dreamed of saying before, and that hold no humorous value. It's a side of me that I've seen myself showing more and more of, but a side that I don't like. I'm not too worried about this, because I'm still conscious enough to be aware that there's something wrong, so there's still time to fix it. Fret not, my fans. I won't let myself become an asshole-douchbag that easily. The good news is that I do have a lot more information and learn-how to teach in future, non-Sock Diaries posts. So there's something to look forward to. But I will not be making that post until I reach the magic number: 10. What that means, you will soon find out.
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