12:48 a.m. - 2005-11-23
#3
Ok, so of course I went home again. (It wouldn't be much of a saga if I didn't) This time the girls and I decided to meet again in our small corner of the world for a weekend of fun and debauchery without our kids or husbands. (My husband is an EX-husband, so I left him behind long ago!) I left Friday straight after work and met the girls at the bar. I was a little behind on the fun, so I had to drink extra to catch up. I was good and drunk and dancing within the hour. Soon the night was winding down and who should I run into, but the guy from last time that I took home. So, I was drunk and he was on his way home with me again. We arrived and got right into it. I wasn't interested in small talk or trying to woo him--I had done that last time. Now one thing that I had forgotten, but quickly remembered, was that he was apparently an amateur porn star. (Or at least, he thought he was.) During the entire event, he was talking and moaning. But not just regular dirty talk. Things like "Oh yeah! Do it like you want to!" and "That's yours! Ride it hard!" And not just here an there--THE WHOLE TIME! I wanted to put my hand over his mouth and scream SHUT UP, but I was afraid he'd get mad and leave. After all, I had a mission here. Anyway, he finally did leave. Then my friends and I went down to the beach and walked around. I cried because I missed home. Where I live now is good, no rumor mill and all, but I'll never walk on the beach that I had my first kiss on here. I'll never go out to the restaurant where I had dinner before the prom here. But on the other hand, no one here knows about porn star guy.
