Thursday, March 31, 2011

Ryan with a Y

One Sunday in July, we were at church in the lovely afternoon. A few reasonably attractive boys decided to sit behind my roommates and I in sacrament meeting. We made some small talk and conversation, and they introduced themselves to us as Caleb and Ryan (with a Y.)

I pointed out that it was funny that he felt a need to go out of his way to note that his name has a Y in it. We told him that we would forever call him that entirely-- "Ryan with a Y." We bantered back and forth for a few minutes, flirting a bit before sacrament started.

Once we were back at our apartment, he happened to walk by our front door and popped in to say hello. We all talked a bit more, and he ended up staying and going to a park with us that night just for kicks and giggles. Afterwards, we all were in my living room watching episodes of Monk. Ryan and I ended up cuddling on the couch, holding hands, blah blah whatever. You know the drill.

We exchanged numbers. I heard nothing for another month.

One night in late August, I was outside on the phone with my Dad and had just hung up, when I ran into Ryan with a Y. He asked if I would help him search for his social security card in his car. I said sure, and we took a few minutes to find it.

Somehow or another, I found myself in his apartment at 1am.

And about a half hour later, I found myself kissing him. About 5 minutes after that, I found myself ferociously making out with him.

And still an hour after that.

About a half hour after THAT, I found myself somehow on the floor... but continuing.

And an hour after that.

Come to think of it, I didn't find myself in my own apartment until around 4am.

Funny how that happens, huh?

Oh life.

And then there was Utah. End of June 2010

And so, on one dreary Sunday morning, I flew to Utah.

Enter the new roommates. A Utah-bred blonde, and half-mexican North Californian brunette, both of them 5'10", making me feel like a midget at my hardly-5'4".
Names: Annee and Kami.
I remember, the second day I was there, I woke up one morning, hearing them talking loudly in their bedroom to another friend who'd come to visit, basically yelling about the boy drama they were having. Annee had just broken up with her Mexican boyfriend, Kami was attempting to choose between the boy she'd kissed days before right before he went home for 6 weeks, or the new boy she'd macked on the night previous.

I texted my old roommate who was on a study abroad, and reported: "I think I'm going to like it here."
We bonded fairly quickly. Soon enough we were comfortable enough hanging out regularly, their friends were my friends, etc.

One rather boring Tuesday afternoon, we were all sitting about, trying to figure out what we could do to entertain ourselves that evening. We were watching the Bachelorette, a regular occurrence, and suddenly Annee yelled out, "I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH A BOY. ..........Let's have a cuddle party."

After a moment of staring from me and Kami, there was a general round of agreeing. Soon enough, plans were made for "Cuddle Tuesday." We started texting all of the local guys we knew amongst ourselves, inviting them over for "Cuddle Tuesday," which was to become a weekly thing if successful, we decided. We got back mostly half-hearted responses, but a couple said they would be there.

8 o'clock rolled around, and a couple guys made appearances during the movie we had decided to watch... but most of them were too terrified to make any moves. Sigh. Silly Utah boys. Fortunately, a friend of Kami, who I'd met briefly once before, decided to attend. His name? Max.

Max was a huge flirt. Blatant and unabashed. I'm kind of into that total lack of shame or holding back, so needless to say, I responded pretty well.
Long story short, Max and I ended up being the only ones in the room cuddling. And by cuddling, I MEAN cuddling. Spooning, hand holding, the whole deal. At one point, he was joking around and tickling me, and I turned over into the back of the couch we were on, and he stuck his head into the little dark cranny my face was confined to. Someone else in the room yelled something about not making out in front of everyone, and we jokingly made some loud, fake macking noises. Right after that, a loud action part of the movie came on, and our faces were super close. I giggled, and Max goes, "Why won't you kiss me?" And I responded by quietly placing one on him right then. He laughed and did the same to me, then we turned back out to the movie.

A few hours later, most everyone had left or gone to bed. Cept for Max and I.

Billy Madison was playing in the background as we spooned on the couch. I'd never seen that movie before.

Well... I still haven't really seen that movie.

Mostly because we were a little preoccupied with making out.

Hey. It happens.

I made him swear he wouldn't tell my roommates. Mostly because I was still pretty new and didn't want them to think I was a total and complete slut. And, as I texted him afterwards, "I'm pretty sure this makes me look.. well, really easy."

But thats life.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

PDD Part 2-- Journal Style

The following is the actual entry out of my journal from Wednesday, June 16, 2010.

Y'all should feel special. This is seriously a word-for-word copy of what my journal says about The Jack incident.


So It turns out I can be a bit slutty sometimes. And here's why.

On Monday night, I went to FHE at Foster's parents' house, where we watched a movie on the lawn. While I was there, I got to talking to Jack, who teased me about Chad, and told me he actually made out with Kimberly, Chad's friend from South Carolina, at the same time me and Chad were making out when I left last night. He was flirty, and was all, "I won't tell Chad if you don't tell Kim," innuendo, etc.

Oh. And did I mention I learned this whilst sitting on his lap while he was on a lawn chair?
Because I was.
He had beckoned me jokingly over at one point, patting his leg, saying "Come on, TC, let's have a little chat."
You should have seen the look of mild, pleasant surprise on his face when I shrugged and just popped right on down.

It was right around then that I adopted a new policy and outlook on life.
I like to call it, "To Hell with it."

Jack and I spent the evening basically flirting it up. He asked for my phone number and said we should go to a baseball game the next night. I said sure, and we made plans for Tuesday. After the movie ended and most of the branch had left, our little group of friends decided to stay with Foster and watch Phantom of the Opera on the lawn as well. He turned it on and we all readjusted closer to the screen. At first Jack and I were just sitting side by side, but then we lay down to get more comfortable.

Somehow or another, after about twenty minutes, we were spooning on the blanket. He would reach over and scratch or rub my back occasionally, and we would whisper jokes or comments about the movie to each other. At one point, he gently leaned over and kissed my neck, very lightly.

We all know how I feel about neck kissing.
I think I actually kind of shivered or something, and shifted, and he leaned back a little and whispered, "Oh, was that not okay? Sorry.. it was just a little kiss."
I relaxed back again , reassuring him that it was more than okay. He hesitantly reached back and wrapped his arm around me again. After about another hour or two, I left my friends to go home.

The next night we went to the baseball game. There was a two hour rain delay after we got to the stadium, but we stuck it out, laughing and talking and joking under an umbrella until the game finally started.

Something you may not know about me: Huge. Baseball. Fan.
So basically, the whole game was enjoyable.
Jack was good too, I guess. Ahahaha.
He would hold my hand or put his arm aroud me, or he started doing that thing I'm really into where he would rub his face into my neck and just breathe for a second, then place a little smooch right by my collarbone.

So he picked me up yesterday and we were just as flirty as before. We snuggled a little duing the game,which had a two hour rain delay, and our team lost, but it was still fun. On the way home, while still in the parking lot, he looked at me and said "I really wanna kiss you."

I responded. "Hmm, is that so?" as he started driving home.

"Yep. But I don't know if I should."

"Huh. I don't know if you should either."

The conversation went back to normal, but with a slightly increased sexual tension. We just drove and listened to music and chatted. Eventually we got to my house.

There was some sort of banter going on, and then another one of those close-face pauses. He stared at me for a milisecond, and then went for it.

Holy Crap. This boy is a good kisser.
I know he's had a lot of experience, but hey, it shows. Like, seriously. He was perfect at it. By far, even today, the best kisser I've ever been with.

I don't know if I can explain it. Maybe it was the way he reached over me to lean my passenger seat back further, or maybe the way he would pause to kiss the rest of my face or (swoon) my neck every so often, or maybe it was the way he would whisper on a conversation even as we were making out.
"I like to take my time," he would say softly. "I like to make each... [kiss on one side of my neck] little kiss... [kiss just further down my neck] last... I like to make the experience worth it."

I couldn't help myself. I laughed or giggled aloud a couple times like a schoolgirl. He asked why, and all I could say is, "Well, I hardly talked to you up until a few days ago, and now we're.. well, here, doing this. I just find it sort of amusing." He would laugh and agree.

He straight up asked me at one point. "Do you kiss with tongue?"
"Well, sometimes. Depending. Like with Chad, he was.. well, sort of a wet kisser. He tried to let his tongue do all the work, and well, that doesn't do it for me."
"So.. does that make me a better kissed that hit-it-quit-it-Chad?"
"Um, yeah, actually. .......A lot better. Hahaha!"

We french kissed. And I didn't gag. I'm not a huge fan of french kissing generally. I think saliva is gross. But he had some way of doing it that just, was just enough. He drew back slightly at first and his eyes flicked. "Oh.. I like that. You know, you're kind of good at this."
"Oh, thanks. I like to think so I guess." AHAHAHA.

He whispered to me again. "Wow. I like the way you taste. Its sweet. Like, literally sweet. Amazing."

I am a sucker for sweet talk. Literal or no.

He kept saying how surprised he was by me, and how he was taken aback, and felt like he must have been missing out all this time, which made me giggle, since I like being unexpected. It makes me feel powerful.

After I went inside, he texted me saying "I think i'm going to smile for three days! :) Sleep sweet." It was sort of adorable.

Basically, we both know nothing can happen, since I'm kind of flying back to Utah on Sunday. But I do think he likes me.. maybe a lot. Hahaha.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Pulling Double Duty-- Part 1

Between semesters last summer, I was home for about 6 weeks. Things didn't really start picking up for me until about the beginning of June, when suddenly EVERYTHING started happening to me.

The first week that I got back from school, We had an FHE activity for my singles branch at the driving range. Southern people, gotta love em. I was nervous as hell, because this would be the first time I would see my dirty cheating ex since we stopped talking two months before. I kept calling my friend Brad, one because I got lost on the way over, and two because I wanted him to come meet me at the entrance so that I wouldn't have to walk over alone and risk running into the Dirty Cheating Ex (hereafter referred to DCE.) Fortunately, I have good friends and Brad did so. Although right as we walked outside, Guess who popped right by me?

Thats right. The DCE.

He looked surprised. As well he ought to, seeing as I had blocked him on facebook and never responded to his last texts and calls, therefore he had no idea I was going to even be in Georgia. His eyes widened and all he said to me was, "Oh, Hey!" all enthusiastic-like. I just said something incoherent along the lines of "Hi there," and walked right past him to my friends on the green.
Not fun, but Whate'er. Whate'er.

A month or two later, I found myself in a YSA conference. Here, my friends, is where Chad enters the picture.

Chad is a 26 year old dirty blonde with a heavy southern drawl and biceps that slay you. He asked me to dance three times near the end of the saturday night dance. That same night I found out he was staying with a friend of mine for the weekend, since he lived 2 hours away in South Carolina. We ended up at the same mutual friend's house until the wee hours of the morning. We ended up playing round after round of blackjack off in another room, betting random things to each other like my hairband, all the change in his pocket, a taco, and finally, an entire night out including dinner. I won, obviously, and we made a date for the next weekend.

He drove down again the next weekend--all for me, I might add, the two whole hours-- and I got to thinking as the week progressed towards our date, that I would probably make out with him that night.

He picked me up at my house around 7, and we went off to dinner at Bahama Breeze. Afterwards, we were debating what we should do with the rest of our night. He suggested a drive-in movie, which I nixed, on account of the distance to the nearest one. Then he suggested we build a campfire down in the woods by the church building. We ran off to Kroger to buy supplies, and before I knew it we were sitting on blankets on a large flat rock, watching the smallish fire crackling away. After about ten minutes of small talk and teasing, Chad suddenly leaned over and started kissing my neck.

Now, you may not know this about me, but when guys kiss me on the neck, like, repeatedly, it really gets me going.
It helped that he had a little bit of scruff going on, like he hadn't shaved in a few days. I love that feeling of little hairs kind of scratching at you.. yeah. I'm into that.

So he started kissing my neck, and after a moment or two, I went on and turned my face to his. It didn't take long for us to get really going at it. Kissing, that is. Get your little minds out of the gutter.

This went on for a good two and a half hours. Not too shabby, eh?

I will tell you this much. I didn't get home until around 3 am, and I had some fierce beard burn the next morning. Try explaining that one to your mother, who up until now didn't know you had even kissed a boy.
(Yeah, me and my mom are that close. Haha.)

Sunday night after that, We were at the same friend's house again, with the same group of people, including our friends Kimberly, Jack, and Foster. Jack, who up until this point had only known me as an acquaintance really, took advantage of the situation and obvious knowledge that Chad and I had made out several times recently, and decided it would be fun to tease the crap out of us.

Fortunately for him, it takes a lot to make me feel awkward or embarassed.

Jack taunted us continually throughout the night, alluding to how we would make out later, and neither of us denied it. Hahaha.

I left super late again, and he walked me to my car, whereupon we macked one final time before I left and he drove back to South Carolina.

I haven't seen him since then. And I didn't have any problems with that.

However, that was not the end of my summer make out escapades. Not nearly at all.

Coming soon-- A little ditty about Jack and I.

Yep, you read correctly. Jack.

Prepare yourselves. Its about to get hot in here.

I'm baaaaaaack

Hey, kids.

Did you know its been just hardly over a year since I last posted?


Its not on purpose, exactly. When I stopped and made the blog private, I thought that that would be the end of it. I figured I wouldn't ever have the motivation to write like I did before.

And, well, in a way, I was right.

But I am back.

But now, I'm totally revamping the way things were done before.

I'm still going to be writing about what goes on in my bidness, and how I take care of bidness.

And believe you me, I have been rather busy since I stopped writing. Really, very busy. You can go on and guess what I mean. You'll probably be right.

Don't worry, everyone. I'm not married or engaged or even dating anyone, so there will still be plenty of juicy stories. I can definitely promise you that.

And don't fret. I will take this next week or so to catch you all up on whats been going down in the past twelve months. There's lots. It'll be great.

In case you were curious:

- Yes, this is still the EXACT same original author, TC.
- Yes, everything that happens on this blog will be a totally and completely true current real-life story. I won't cop out and start making up stuff like SOME anonymous mormon dating bloggers we all know.. cough cough.
- Yes, I did remove all my old posts. I want a clean slate, sans any of the old guys and stories, which are no longer pertinent. Yep, not even at all. All new apartment, all new boys, all new make out fiascos... yep, those will be plentiful.

So to anyone who may still read this blog, I welcome you back with open arms. I know you will enjoy the things to come.

Keep your eyes open. You won't be disappointed.

That Chick