When It's Time to Party

Okay. The whole Box Spring Fiasco is sorted out for at least today. Now I have Guy on my ass about getting it out of the house, and my parents hashing out whether they want to get it back to New Jersey or if I should just junk it. Right now it's looking like they don't want it back, which seriously burns my biscuits; none of this would have happened if my Dad realized a year ago that a 20-year-old mattress is not exactly an heirloom.
There's always something.

Anyway- The eM knew that I was bummed about not being able to go to campus for the whole graduation ruckus. He planned a weekend to keep my mind off what I could have been doing. I can't even remember all the sex we had, so just mentally throw in a "Then I came so hard my legs went numb" every few sentences as you read:

Friday he took me to the Air Sex World Championship regional preliminary near the city. They were asking for volunteers from the audience to compete and I couldn't resist. I made it to the final 3 and won a Fleshlight. There was another female participant who was given a WeVibe as her prize. The emcee told me "You got the Fleshlight because you and your boyfriend seem like you have it figured out."
After the competition, the eM and I had a couple more drinks out. As we played with my new toy, and fielded compliments from the milieu ["I bet you guys have ridiculous sex!"] he "officially" asked me out. Dumb, drunk, prizewinning me initially said "Okay, we're already out" but I quickly figured out that he meant that our relationship is now official. It's not on Facebook because he thinks that whole thing is silly [meaning he already has a secret girlfriend or he actually doesn't want to broadcast his business to the internet], but it's still something that makes me very happy.

Saturday we woke up a bit late, so we didn't have time to boof before going to the zoo. I haven't been to the zoo in quite some time and I had a ridiculously good time being there with him. He's so energetic and chatty, closing time came upon us sooner than we thought possible. We went back to his place, had a quickie, and I got to meet his cat and his father.

Sunday [shit shit the library is closing in 10 minutes, gotta get this all out!] we rolled around in bed, he helped me put air in my car's tires, then he bought us wings delivery and bent me over the kitchen table when they arrived. You read that right, folks. I have now fulfilled my fantasy of eating wings and waffle fries while getting fucked. "Nice" doesn't even begin to describe it.
There's not much you can do with a person after dripping buffalo sauce on their naked back, so we chilled out watching movies for the rest of the day. We had a big long talk about everything/nothing, I made him some mac-n-cheese, and we snuggled the night away.

Basically I'm a very happy lady in regards to this whole eM situation. I'm glad I gave him a second chance.