One more day...

Alright, I have been intending to write up a post for this little online journal for the past few days, but am just now getting to it. It's Wednesday morning and I am hanging out at a hotel near the LAX airport. In a few hours, the boss will arrive - I have to pick him up, can't leave him waiting! - and then any fun/relaxation I have enjoyed over this trip will be officially over. Generally I get along with the man, but he has a lot of negative energy running through him.
Plus, I'll have to deal with nervousness for my flight to China. It's not fear, and once I'm actually on the plane I'll be fine. I just probably won't eat anytime today.
One of his daughters has informed me that she will be sitting next to me. The only good thing about this is that it could mean I'm in first class (which from a first class trip in the past, I must say that it really isn't that big of a deal). The Downside - of which there is a lot - is that my usual intentions of reading/videogaming/writing/napping will be all out of wack as most members of the female race can not go for such a long time without attention. So I'll be happily reading some comic or getting a level up in X-Men Legends II when she'll realize she's BORED. then, being the person next to her, I will be in charge of entertaining her. I'm grinding my teeth already.

Oh, I should have probably mentioned that this was going to be a long post. I'm going for a record here ladies and gentlemen.

I just finished "Superstud" by Paul Feig and I really loved this book. it was amusing, but more important, it was so close to my high school dating life. I mean most of the things he brought up really hit home. Maybe everyone went through it like this - and if they did, then god help us all.

One point he does bring up is that he feels journals are kind of a bad idea as the author always has to hold back as he has to be weary that someone else would be reading it.Now I know that there are people in the audience - even if it's a very intimate engagement - but holding back is not what I'm about. I wanted to do this to keep on typing, keep writing, to learn to effectively convey my thoughts as well as keep in touch with what makes me, well, ME.

So, inspired by Superstud, I'm going to share one of my memorable , err, "dating mishaps".

When I was younger, and getting in relationships (which it still amazes me I was able to do. "socially adept" is not a term that would describe my high school self), I would always overthink everything. imean, I always wanted to give the right expression, do the right thing, be the man so to speak.
Most of this was utter horseshit.
The best times i've had - I realize now in my more mature, wiser persona (stop laughing!) - have always been when I just went with the flow, didn't care too much about what the other person was thinking about me, but just had fun. it all seems so obvious, be yourself, and unless you're a jerk or French, the girlies will fall for you.
But, we're talking about the past.
I had become infatuated with a girl that I had known for a long time. She lived in the middle east for much of her life, but would come over to the states during the summer (she was American). She had done this since was maybe 5. When she came over, she would stay down at the local bed & breakfast with the owner - her aunt. Now, since she didn't have any friends, the owner enlisted my sister to become her friend during the summer. So there you go, we got to know each other.
Then one year, this was just after I was out of high school, she came to the states to finish out her school. To live, as they say.
At this time my sister had shipped off to college, and I was bumbling through several different secondary schools, trying to figure out what I was gonna do (besides smoke a joint that night). As she didn't really know anyone else, we became friends. At least for once I had it all over the competition.
So, we started hanging out a lot. She was a brunette and very attractive, a jewish princess. But, most importantly, she was very mature in certain areas. namely her breasts.

I was, am, and will always be a big fan of large breasts. nothing surprising here, let's move on.

So eventually we started dating. I mean, the girl couldn't drive, she didn't have much of a choice. Things went fanastic, one of the best times of my life. One time that I remember specifically, we went up to party at Penn State, and there we went boating. While racing around the lake, my friend took to calling this girl "Juggs". We all laughed, no one was offended, good times.

Of course, I began to think that this girl was ashamed of her breasts. I mean, if I was writing a story, that's how I'd write the character, so that must be so.

Eventually, girl and I began to get very serious. So, one night, we started heavy petting, then started to get down to it. I pawed aty her, she pawed at me, everything was great. However, here's where I overthought the whole thing.

As I was undressing her, and she me, I removed every article of clothing except her bra. See, in my mind, she was so sick of everyone paying attention to her chest, that I'd be such a romeo and keep the thing on. It would be obvious to her that I was such a wonderful man guy, and wasn't like the others who put so much stock in her tits.

Now, I'm pretty sure that's not what happened, and I'm pretty sure she layed there wondering why the fuck was I not taking off her damn bra.

And for a long time after that, I wondered the same thing. obsessed over it. See, that was my chance to truly enjoying something wonderful, and I didn't because I overanalyzed the situation.

A chance i almost never got to realize.

We proceeded to complete the act and life was good. Oh, EXCEPT, that as we finished, I realized that the condom broke.

It should have seemed so obvious, as things felt good, then things felt great.

Now, we were young, and she was not on the pill, and my overdramatic side moved ahead 9 months when she would be the size of a beach whale, and I'd be working two different fast food jobs trying to support a family. This was a big deal.

SO, I informed her, we freaked out, but ultimatly did the right thing. I skipped school the next day and took her to planned parenthood where she got the morning after pill. her knight in shining armor.

Of course, after that she lost interest in sex. We broke up.

and I didn't get to see her naked boobs.

This is what trying to hard in relationships gets you. You just gotta relax, be yourself, and enjoy the ride. I hope one day I learn that lesson.

POSTSCRIPT

There is a happy ending, as one day we got back together (she still didn't know many people, and still had no car. I'm damn hot when girls are deperate.), and stayed that way for some time. We proceeded to have one of the best relationships of my life. And I did get to see her naked. completely naked.


OK, that's all for now. No one was probably expecting that, but like I said way up there, I want to be open. Be warned, it could get ugly.