sprinting with a broken leg
The legend goes that one day, someone asked an Ivy League kid how they were getting to finals week; running to the finish line or limping with a broken leg?
Their answer? “Running with a broken leg.”
Finals week is descending upon my university. I have papers, presentations and tests. I’m cramming in reading whenever I can. And what am I doing?
Looking for a female partner to mess around with. And not necessarily in a BDSM sense, either. Just some playtime with a woman. I’ve been looking at craigslist and alt. Gasp.
For my first time, I don’t know if I want Mark to be there. He’s off on a solo vacation, and I’ve been looking at some potential female partners. I’m not looking for a female top, exactly. I just want to experience having sex with a woman. I do want to have scenes one day where Mark is involved, but for my first time? I don’t know. Part of me wants it to just be about me and her, part of me wants to take that for myself. I need to think about this more.
I don’t know how to talk to girls. I’m serious. I have a hard time forging friendships with women, how am I supposed to seduce them? Argh!
I would write more, but Mark would kill me if he knew that I was blogging when I should be studying or sleeping.
I do have something planned for the end of the year:
clearing out all 21 of the drafts that are in my wordpress.
YES! I have posts in there about all sorts of shit. I never did talk about Folsom. Or Halloween. Or my complete breakdown in front of Mark.
You know, all of that.
Back to work. . .
