Ice Cold Veins

Okay, I've cooled down quite a bit from what I wrote earlier today, so let's see if I can get out what I wanna get out before everything crashes down around me slash the library closes.

Work- They keep changing my schedule, but I'm getting more hours so I'm not going to get ruffled about it. The kids all recognize me, and most of them know my name. It's so cute.

Dance- I'm in a Nutcracker for the first time since highschool. I'm doing the Party Scene, Snow, Flowers, and Russian. Flowers was always a favorite of mine, unfortunately the whole production is a bullshit "Jazzed Up" version...Sigh. It doesn't help that the girls are appallingly disrespectful to the studio owner and her time. The behavior I saw at the first rehearsal would have gotten me kicked out of the studio I went to back in the day. I don't know how much I'll be able to contain myself if those little bitches don't chill out and start acting like dancers.

JB's boyfriend's party was funderful. I hadn't eaten dinner, so my massive cherry-rum-and-OJ had me in a real good mood before we walked up the stairs to his apartment. I saw my target for the evening, a cutie who I met at my roommate's birthday party, as I walked in and I guess he liked what he saw because he made a beeline to my side, barely leaving me the whole night. The banter was incredible: cultural references left and right, in-jokes emerging immediately, the right balance of sassy and sweet [is it bad to call a guy "sassy"?], and an undertone of very heavy flirtation throughout.
Unfortunately, JB was being a butthole to her guy, so every now and again I had to deal with her or Roomie bringing the drama. With some satisfaction I overheard one of JB's guy's friends ask him "Man, is she even worth it?" so with any luck he'll break it off with her and spare himself the hurting she'll bring down upon his sorry nice-guy ass sooner or later.
After one such conference in JB's guy's room, I threw my hands in the air and attempted to briskly walk out. JB's guy's bed got in the way, and I smashed my foot into his metal bedframe. Honestly, who buys a metal bed? It's not broken, it's not even particularly swollen, but it's all kinds of green and purple. Very attractive. Lucky me it's no longer flip-flop weather.

But I'm sure you're all thinking "Yeah, okay, you have disgusting feet, but did you and this dude smash?"
Far be it from me to leave you hanging like that: We totally hooked up.
As my group was leaving, he came bounding out and we piled in his car for the mile drive back to my place. Roomie, my roommate, he and I played drinking games with a ridiculous booze smoothie and ate whatever we could find in the fridge. I think I was trying hard to make the guy like me since every few minutes I tried to feed him something new: "You sure you don't want any celery? How bout a Nutri-Grain bar? No? Chicken salad?"At 4am, Roomie and RoomFriend [ie my roommate and her boyfriend] retired to what I later learned was a night of violent puking for both of them.
I had a wicked case of the hiccups from all the rum at this point. The guy unleashed his inner cheeseball and said "Let's see if this works" and kissed me. We got to suckin' face and I dragged him upstairs to my room. I can't even tell you all the ridiculous things that happened between crossing the threshold and waking up the next day but here are some highlights: he tried wearing sweatpants for the first time, we listened to "Heart of a Champion" at least twice, I ran around trying to hide stuff that sexy girls don't have out in the open in their bedrooms [whitestrips, peanut butter, $7 in quarters]. When all was said and done, though, we didn't have sex. He "doesn't like condoms" and that doesn't jive with me. That doesn't mean that we didn't touch each other all over before trying to fit both of our sleeping bodies on my twin mattress.

Since he was such a champ about everything, I gave him the best beej that I've given in a while the next morning. Very porny. Lots of "Oh, god, baby, I'm going to explode" from him and quite a few breathy "Oooh you like that?"s from me. A huge departure from Kevin; I'd forgotten how much I like talking dirty with a guy, and this guy wouldn't shut up with it for 8 hours.

He and I have been texting a bit since Saturday. But let's face facts: I kept up a conversation with him for an entire party- I'm clever, I fed him- I'm caring, I made him laugh/laughed at his jokes- I have an awesome sense of humor, I let him jizz in and around my mouth- I'm sexy, I asked him how an ailing family member of his was doing later on that day- I'm sweet...If he doesn't think I'm wifey material he's crazy.
I'm obviously not expecting this to become anything other than what it already is- cute guy to flirt with and maybe take home when I see him on weekends, but it's definitely got my mind onto bigger [dick]/better [sense of humor] things than Shmevin.