Mystery Girl:I couldn't write a movie, not unless there were a lot of 10 minute sex scenes in it.
Mystery Girl:They could have outter course!
Mystery Girl:It will be the accidental discovery of it. The girl will be all extra wet and the guy will slip out but will just keep on thrusting, as the girl is sitting there completely unsatisfied. Then he will jizz all over the place and say "Ahhh that was amazing" and she will reply "Atleast I can't get pregnant" and then that discovery of outtercourse will have been made.
*Whispers* Hey, do you want to rub your penis between my thighs?
(For those of you who didn’t know, the average person has 70,000 per day!)
"Who influences you the most?" What kind of question is that anyway? It makes zero sense if you actually stop to think about it. That one question is asked by universities, in job interviews, and on dates that have an awkward silence (which would be a horrible date because silence doesn’t have to be awkward with the right person, just sayin’). The people who ask this want someone who stands out, they want someone with the perfect answer, the answer that will make them think, but aren’t we suppose to ‘be ourselves’? I have a theory! (Of course.) It is not logical in any sense to be a complete individual. Bare with me here. If we have someone, even multiple people, who ‘influence’ us (positive or negative), to whom we look up to, admire, or ask advice from, are you really completely you or are you merely a mixture of those certain people? You technically would being doing little things that they do, listening to what they say to do when you ask advice, or entertaining the idea of their thoughts.
In my head this logic makes sense. I was asked this question in one of my Law classes by one of my professors. My answer? “Easy. I am the most influential person in my life.”
When he asked my logic behind my answer, I gave him (and the class) my theory that I just stated above.
I may not think like others. I may be goofy, to intelligent sometimes for my own good, ‘charming’, hopelessly romantic, cute, and so many other things, but one thing is for damn sure, I’m me.
The Most Hopeless Romantic Thing I've Done For A Girl
A few years ago I was ‘talking’ to a girl and I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend. This was my sweetest way of asking her, so bare with my corniness :-P
In the morning before she woke up I laid Hersey’s Kisses on the floor from her side of the bed to the restroom that lead to the shower. From the shower head I hung a dozen roses, and on the mirror I had written:
"Now That I Have Kissed The Ground You Walk On and Showered You With Roses, Will You Be My Girlfriend?"
I have yet to top that, but I have a feeling when the right girl comes along, I will.
Alright, so I know you’ve noticed my blogs and majority of my ‘chats’ involve my ex girlfriend (aka mystery girl) and that’s because she is kind of a big part of my life.
In a couple of my earlier blogs I discussed how we met and if you haven’t read those, I’ll briefly tell you. I go to the SRWC (the Rec) to work out 7 days a week. The end of the Spring sememster last year me, and my two best guy friends were at there, My ‘husband’ and I were on the stationary bikes and our best friend was running. We saw him running the track like crazy and we noticed this girl in front of him and she was WOW! My ‘husband’ began moving the stationary bike (no joke) and I was just at a loss of words to discribe her. We all left and since none of us knew her she became ‘Mystery Girl’. Fast forward! 5 months had pasted and I had seen her 6 days a week at the Rec for 2 hours a day every single week. My friends then threatened me that if I didn’t talk to her by November 1st, then they would talk to her for me. She made me so nervous. I was leaving the Rec one day and she was walking around the building and I said “going to work out?” and she smiled and said “actually, I’m going to class.” and I smiled and said “that sucks. well, have fun.” and she smiled again and we continued walking our seperate ways. My friends didn’t seem to think that counted because I didn’t get her name. A couple days later (October 31st) I was walking out of the locker room after getting dressed to work out and she was walking in and I got a burst of random courage and said “Hey. I see you here everyday. What’s your name?” and she smiled and looked me in the eyes, ugh! her eyes! anyways, she said “My name is ____. What’s yours?” I put my hand out to shake hers and I smiles and said “I’m Jennifer. It’s nice to meet you.” She shook my hand and said “It’s nice to meet you Jennifer. I see you playing basketball everyday. I assume I’ll see you playing today as I run.” and I giggled and say yeah and went about getting a basketball.
Her and I became friends after I asked her to play basketball with me one day. We ended up playing for 3 hours! After we got closer, everyone told us we were going to sleep together. I was persistent on saying her weren’t. FAIL! Because we did, however she had to work for 3 months for me to kiss her and a couple more weeks for us to sleep together (that however just kind of happened). People kept telling us that we were going to date and both of us were so on the same page with that by saying there was no way. We both agreed we were very attracted to each other physically and really enjoyed each others company, but we weren’t going to date. Well, we did end up dating.
We could understand how people thought it was serious because she had met my parents, some of my cousins, and most of my friends and I had met one of her sisters (recently met more of her family) and her daughted (yes, she has a daughter. my ex is 20 and her daughter is 2 and she is the cutest little girl ever). All those meetings had happened before her and I were dating, or even hooking up because I would not have met her daughter and I am the only person she’s dated that has met her daughter.
We broke up after a little over a month, and honestly it was 100% mutual. We were so much better (and are so much better) not being together. We never fought or any of that, but the ‘title’ made things weird for us. Like there were suppose to be ‘rules’ and we went out less, slept together less, everything decreased.
Recently her and I have began ‘talking’. Not sleeping together, simply just ‘talking’. She’s important to me, and I can’t explain it, but I am so good at reading people and before my random burst of confidence, she was important to me. Her moods effected me, they still do, only this time I’m one of the people at the Rec that gets her attention.