3-in-1

As I read over this post, the lack of a connective storyline irked me. So, I'm dividing it into 3 posts-within-a-post; Feel free to not read ones you don't want to.

PART ONE: In Which I Make Rules

Given the comment that he allegedly made the other morning, on top of his general attitude before break, I'm going to try to get myself off SS again.
It sucks that he's the first person I had sex with after break. [The first person I had more-than-5-minutes-long sex with, anyway. Ugh, HA, what a letdown.] As I was discussing with TA on AIM the other night, in a convo that I wish I had saved now that I'm blogging about it, it'll be hard given that sex with SS was the best that I ever had. During the month or 3 that I was with involved with him, he introduced me to a lot in the bedroom. Before I had only done basic missionary, girl-on-top, doggy style; I can now say with pride that I have Reverse Cowgirled the shit out of someone [thank you so@24 for that phrase, seriously] among other things.
Also, he's the first guy to whom I actually enjoyed giving head, but that might carry over for other guys?

Since I don't trust myself to go cold turkey with SS, I'm laying down some rules for myself:
1- Don't call, text or IM him. Ever. He doesn't want you for your [brilliant] mind, only your [sexy] body, so don't give him the privilege of your written word.
2- When he calls, texts, or IMs, you're unavailable. This just indicates that he struck out while in the wild and wants a warm body in his bed.
3- You may sleep with him, but only if he asks you in person and you have nothing and no one better to do.
4- If you sleep over with him, leave as quickly as possible, despite the fact that his bed is very comfortable.

PART TWO: In Which I Dance Like A Ho

Some points of interest about Saturday night before I came home and drunk-blogged:
After sitting around the upperclassmen dorm with TA and being wildly entertained by our guy friends' antics, I headed home. I was smoking outside [I bought my first pack in 4 or 5 months on Saturday. Damn] and JBW stumbled up. We decided that since it was 1:30 am it was too early to go to bed and went to the techno dance party in the caf.
Now, I don't know if you've ever been a drunk, horny, 20 year old girl in a darkened room full of swirly disco lights, techno music, and sweaty international dancing men. But if you have, you'll know it's basically heaven.
JBW and I were more or less double-teaming the Greek God of a DJ with our eyes while getting freaky and/or grimy on the dance floor with guys from Nepal and Aruba, respectively [the Aruban is a cutie that I one-night-standed last year, actually]. JBW definitely brings out the best in me, haha. It was more than nice to be able to let go with people who just wanted to grind pelvises rather than talk about various relationship problems, since I've been doing that an awful lot lately.

PART 3: In Which I Dance Like A Ballerina

Dance Society has been fabulous so far. It's only the second week but as a group we seem more serious and willing to WORK. I led barre on Sunday and helped JBW with the corps piece. Nice. I'm a little mad that I'm probably not going to be able to do the 2 best girls' dances, since they're on Mondays and the company that I'm auditioning for rehearses on Monday.
Speaking of that company- it's actually really coming together and happening.
I'm going in to of their rehearsals next Monday, which will count as my try out.
I googled them and found that picture. Beautiful, right?
I really can't put into words how excited and anxious I am for this. It's exactly the opportunity that I've been looking for. Not only if I make it will it be another chance for me to dance each week, but it'll help me place myself in terms of how serious I'm willing to be about dancing.
I'll be more than disappointed if I don't make it, but I'm feeling confident and it'll be a good experience, regardless.