That's not really what this story is about, but it got your attention I'm sure. And if you are of the Dr. Dog and google searching for stories on yourself, like the vain self-centered bastard you are...well...then I love you even more now. I have a love/hate relationship with self-centered people. I love them because they remind me of myself. I hate them because they should get over themselves and in a hurry, because there are OTHER people in this world that need attention.
Now back to me. I feel old. No, that is a lie. I feel the same age I did when I was 19 and had a fake I.D. saying I was 24. I feel...slow shall we say? I recently found out that an ex-boyfriend, let's call him NDL bought a house. When I met him I was 24 and he was also 24. Until he magically found that rewind-the-time-clock without offering me fare leaving him at age 19. I should have known this when I slept over his parents house and woke up to a Bob Marley poster. He fessed up in the same weekend, knowing that I wouldn't be mad because I was already hooked on him like a junkie on lies. We dated for about 4 months I think? Until I found someone more my age. Sorry, I meant someone that had their own place. Fast forward to this past July when I am down the Poi with Nils (who ironically went to the same school as NDL) and bump into mutual friends. NDL is not only a high school teacher, but he owns a house. For fucks sake, when I met him he was barely OUT of high school and was living at his PARENTS house! I'm a very happy person. Until I see my past flash before me driving an imported S.U.V. loaded with 2.5 children on their way to get immunized and laughing, throwing mortgage payments at me. When the hell am I going to catch up?? Am I supposed to catch up? Will I be happier if I do catch up to all these ex-boyfriends with property and vacations and vehicles and sexless nights with loved ones? Don't say it. I'm not bitter. One must be married and divorced to become bitter. I'm not worried. I'm humored if anything. Maybe I'm even setting a record for all the little boys I've slapped on the ass and pushed out into the real world thinking maybe they would come back to me once I suddenly became unfickle (yes, that is now a word). If only they could all see me now...I've got an amazing cat, a cute nose, dope undiscovered skills, and wear a size 7 shoe which most of their wives would envy. Stick that in your coach bag and smoke it.
Note to all my friends who are married with above said items, such as children and huts and maybe sex-filled nights: If you are reading this, you already know that I love you. I am 100 percent confident the one you end or ended up with is a beautiful person. They picked you, so they must be. Jesus Christ, I sound like I'm writing a wedding toast. Gross. Also, I am willing to engage in a threesome if necessary to save your relationship. Just not you. And you know who you are.
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Last night I asked like 20 people what their dream job is and all the men (and Masi) said what you knew they would, "Sox GM" or "professional blowjob recipient," and all the women picked a look at me! job like singer or dancer or whatnot. Which is totally cool. Nothing against them broads. But you, sweet Dani, said "kindergarten teacher." You're secretly the least self-centered person I know!
Oh, and I love the "on their way to get immunizations" line.
he promises to watch, not touch :) tee hee hee
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