*blue balls not included.
This date deserves a posting all by itself. While dating SSD, I met another guy while out and paid him no mind since I was all into dating Cinci guys and such. Fast forward a month-or-so later and I’m suddenly single and through chain of friends, he locates me and we go out.
Mid-way through the “date,” he starts acting VERY strangely. First approach, he was a bit shy, reserved, maybe even a bit introverted… then his personality turns 180 into weird arm motions, slurring speech, and perverted — well, just perverted. I immediately catch on to the “type” and realize he’s completely wasted… and not so much on beer, if ya know what I mean. His demeanor was screaming: I just did a bump in the bathroom at a dive bar.
Good guess coming from my intuitive self… I don’t ask directly (but completely ambush him discreetly into telling me his bad habits), but he confesses he “does coke all the time” because he has nothing better to do with his money. I have an idea! It’s called a clue. Get one.
He grabs my ass, then proceeds to tell me he would like to do a line off it. Yes, this was the first and only date night with Coke Boy.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
