So, what do we have here?

A return to the predictable. It’s so silly–these game we play, they tire me so.

Oh, who could I be referring to? I don’t know…say…Baseball Player.

Those educated in my trysts with Baseball Player are rolling their eyes right now, thinking, when will I learn?

I shouldn’t have to learn anything, this is no strings attached, there shouldn’t be these stupid games.

You see, Baseball Player makes the biggest effort to talk to me and plan out these exciting nights for us when we are apart. Like in the case of Christmas Break, by the end of it, we were talking to each other every day, planning our ” Back to School” night. He urged me to send him pictures and talk to him whenever I could at night. I would when I could. But then we returned to school and that Sunday came and went. No call. Nothing. Those plans, the ones he always wants to discuss in detail, fell by the wayside. I talked to him a few days later, no mention of anything. What the hell, dude? I personally don’t get it. I want to get laid…as much as possible…he could get laid as often as he wanted, but he’s weird. Now, I don’t call him incessantly, harass him or anything. I sent him a few emails, as his screen was broken on his phone, but beyond that, nothing. And those emails were short, text like, and said simply exactly what I wanted.

However, here’s the thing about BP. He texts me the mosts when I’m talking to someone, or he knows there is possibly someone else around. For instance, he knew the Lawyer was coming to visit and when he was visiting. During this time, BP was in full mode–talking to me daily. We never talk daily. He also does this when we physically can’t get to each other. Like when I’m out of town… But when I come back or announce that the dude taking all of my time is no longer a concern, he disappears. I’ll be the one pursuing then, not annoyingly so, but enough to get the point across that this girl needs to get laid and that this girl just spent a lot of money on new underwear that needs to be appreciated. Victoria’s Secret had garter belts on sale for 3 dollars! Three dollars!! I’m not wearing that shit for myself…

However, I was doing all that re typing for my professor and this time it was sex manual. This man was my Human Sexuality professor after all. Because the material is always of this nature, I don’t mind doing the work. I came to an interesting part, which I will do my best to paraphrase because I don’t want to attribute him, only because I don’t like anyone’s real identity to be known in this blog. There was a section about marriages with wives who are much more sexually aggressive than the husband and because of this the husband withdraws and doesn’t want to sleep with her. The husband wants to be the aggressor and doesn’t like that he doesn’t seem to get a chance, so because of this, the wife is supposed to back down…blah blah blah blah. There was more, but the situation was identical to mine. As soon as I step back up, want it and question when we can finally get to it, he backs down. Ridiculous. He and I talked how we were going to take full advantage of this last semester, now I have to play into his little game and not talk to him and wait till he calls me. But we’re fuck buddies, this should be able to go both ways, not just when he wants it to. I should be able to call him without him feeling emasculated over it. Fucking ridiculous.

I think I might pretend that I met someone, so that we have to “sneak” around. He always gets kind of excited about that idea. He may be annoyed because I told him the next time we hook up I didn’t want us to drink. I really only said that because when he’s drunk he thinks I like to be jack hammered. I never want to be jack hammered. He probably saw through my bullshit. Whatever. It’s fucking Friday, he’s most likely already getting drunk and maybe I’ll get a call around 330 again? Maybe. This situation, which has no reason to be one, gets old. He’s a predictable boy in that when I don’t want him around, he is and when I do, he’s no where to be found.

As always, the obvious question…why not find a new fuck buddy? Which I’ve addressed this often, but the biggest reason is…it’s easier to hook up with someone you know, who is attractive, who knows what you like, who you can trust, who you know is clean…then find someone new and start all over again. I don’t want to start all over again just for a fuck buddy. Not worth it for me. That’s time I don’t have nor want to give. Why can’t we just make this easy on ourselves. Maybe by some strange role reversal, I have a higher libido than him, but he’s a dude who isn’t getting laid by anyone else….

I’ll throw on some cute underwear just in case…

just in case my sheets wanted to curl up to that satiny fabric with me.