Sex and the Traveling Satchel

Alright, so it's been a while since I've filled you all in on the situation with Mr. Cling and myself, and a little history:

We've known eachother since high school, but didn't talk much those days, so basically when we found eachother again, we were pretty much starting fresh. This was the middle of September. I moved to Smaller Town in October, and we were, what I call "seeing" each other for, maybe the last couple of weeks or so (and by my definition of seeing... that means we aren't dating, and we can see other people).

Now, let me just start off by saying, Mr. Cling is a nice guy. Just a little too nice. After checking my mail on Tuesday, I found a card* from Mr. Cling. Interesting. My thoughts: Did I forget my own birthday? Thank you card for the Christmas present? New Years card maybe?  No. It was none of these. It was an effing "I love you" card. Uh... Really? After 2 weeks, huh? 

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This just really... creeped me out. I liked the guy, and then he went and had to send me this card telling me he loves me and I'm the only one for him after "seeing" each other for 2 weeks?

Am I over-reacting? I feel like I sort of am, but given that I'm not really interested in commitment right now, this was just the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore. I was trying too hard to like the guy. 

So long, Mr. Cling.

*Which had the wrong use of 'your' in it... Mr. Cling, "your" is possessive, meaning "your card was un-necessary". The correct grammar for this would be "you're" which is a contraction, a combination of "you" and "are" as in "you're kind of moving too fast for me seeing as how I thought we were just 'seeing' each other."

Oh, also, MBD texted me the other day for some dirty talk, and ended up sending me a picture of his over-sized pecker. Can't complain much about that.

exes and oh!s,
Court

Don't you just love it when you start to like a guy, and some Jealous Bitch comes and ruins everything over an effing myspace message? And who the hell are you to believe-- the guy who you just started to like, or the girl who you barely know that claims they aren't just friends? I feel like I'm in the fourth grade and some girl just passed me a note saying "Billy told me he wanted to play on the jungle gym with me at recess instead of you" or something just as ridiculous. Seriously, I start to actually LIKE Mr. Cling, and along comes Jealous Bitch at full force. However, he did bring a good point on himself... I usually talk to him throughout the day pretty much until he goes to bed anyway, hence the Cling.


On to last week's Fuck Me Friday, since Christina & I both forgot:

I'll keep it short, simple & sexy:

David Beckham: ahhh.

Don't worry, guys-- I didn't forget you!

Jennifer Aniston: damn, girl.

exes and oh!s,
Court

Seriously. I've been meaning to post but haven't been able to, as Christina said, because I'm an idiot who left her laptop at home when she left for holiday. That being said, I'm using my Blackberry for this post, because I'm going through withdrawals. Forgive me.

Anyways-- quick update! I went and spent a night with Mr. Cling this past week, and I've gotta say: I'm starting to like the guy. After subtly letting him know I felt I was being smothered by text-messages and 20-questioning, he's actually simmered down enough for me to see that he's a good guy! We had a nice movie night that ended in a nice romp session (or two...and another the next morning) --and a little oral in between. Needless to say, I've had a nice, fulfilling vacation. :)

Sorry for the disappearing act! I had to call Christina the other day to make sure she was still alive, too, since I haven't been online to stalk her, even!

exes and oh!'s,
Court

Christ. We've got a stage five clinger.

You know what I'm talking about. You knowww. The guy who is text messaging you at least every 30 minutes of the day... Is he worried that you've become un-interested in him because the last "what are you up to?" they sent 29 minutes ago didn't get a response? Really? Let me just say that I hope you have Verizon, Mr. Cling, because honestly, I can't afford your 839 texts a day.

Okay, so I might be over-exaggerating a tad about the "839 texts"-- but the rest is accurate.

But really, Mr. Cling. I'm trying not to lead you on. Sure, we had some good sex. Not great, but it was alright-- and by that, I mean that you could have lasted a little...lot longer. What I was thinking was just some nice goodbye sex, has brought me to realization that I might have gotten my farewell hump from the wrong fella. And to be completely honest with you, if it weren't for recently finding out about your clinginess, I would have actually been interested. But I can tell you right now, it's not looking good on your end.

I must say that I'm a tad jealous of those in relationships; always having someone there for them-- physically & emotionally... Not having to deal with the above referenced men... But I've also learned to be picky. So I'm doing just that... but we all know we've gotta test drive the car before we buy it, so I'll work on that for now-- and maybe start taking the speed limit into consideration.


exes and oh!'s,
Court