So if I acted upon all invitations as of late, one would describe me as a bisexual cougar….. yes, totally the image I’m wanting to give off. (not that there’s anything wrong w/ that except anyone who has met me would probably agree that’s not me).
No, not one but TWO men last week via the internet wanted to know if I valued total honesty in relationships & therefore should they have told their formers that they have bicurious tendancies… basically were wondering if I was open minded & if I was ok w/their curiosity……. no. No I’m not.
Then on Valentine’s Day, a girl who will not be name because she’s mad that I outted her for throwing up in my tub, came in from Calgary for the night to visit & we hit the town. I found myself giving my number to a 24 year old so we could hit country night at the roxy (relax people… he’s short. not gonna happen. Figure he may have friends). Because of my late Thursday Evening, I spent a relaxing evening on my couch Friday only to find myself tearing it up again Saturday at Sandbar, a renown cougar bar. Tito accompanied me for a drink & he found the ladies to be of prime picking age. Albeit scary, but prime age for him.
Two people from kickboxing were celebrating their birthday so I went out as I like them & like making friends. I figure it’s good to meet like minded people….. right?
It was here where I found myself in the weirdest of weirdest conversations. To my right is a guy that I’ve met a few times at Bobble functions who just happened to also be there & to my right was a fellow female boxer. I was pretty much having a simultaneous conversation but neither knew I was conversing w/ the other. I started with the guy.. he kept asking “so why do you keep up such a guard? Have you been hurt? are you bitter about something?
Because that’s just too much information to share on a saturday night or I just don’t like him, I don’t really answer & turn my head to talk to the girl. She informed me that the guy was too ugly to have that much attitude (agreed) but her ex was coming into town for the night, she was going to meet up with him & was told to bring someone along and then proceeded to ask if I wanted to come………………
Doesn’t anyone have sex with the opposite sex anymore?
Nanz asked me what I said. I think my official answer was: Um………… oh. *pause* um.
She kept joking that she was trying to corrupt me (who knew there was still an area left in my life where that was possible) and didn’t think too much of it until the next day in class when the instructor had us break off into groups of 3 & he then says “today is all about 3somes… “
Great, it’s like I’m back in highschool & although I didn’t do anything, I’m THAT girl.