Scared Bunny

Yeah, it’s been a while since I wrote. Basically I have to say that writing every day has started to seem like work. While I could get through that for a while when work really picked up, it wasn’t that easy. I am really not in the mood to write lately. Any deep thoughts I have are going in to try to make a shitload of money this year. That is what happens when 1) you go from a 4 person team to a 1 person “team” and 2) you discover that the other 3 people were letting a lot of potential deals die on the vine.

The thing is that I really didn’t have the energy to just make up bullshit. It’s easy when something happens or I have some kind of inspiration, but I really didn’t have either. The closest thing I have had is a woman who is one of our vendors that seems to be flirting. Of course she lives in the wrong town, so even if she were, it really wouldn’t matter. She does have family here, and visits regularly, but I wouldn’t expect a thing out of it. Besides, she probably isn’t anywhere near as cute as she sounds. God I hate it when that happens.

Honestly, the only “events” have all been in dreams. With the kinds of dreams I have they can seem very real, but they aren’t. I did have a dream where an ex asked me to unblock her on Yahoo Messenger so we could talk. That was very realistic except she isn’t blocked. It would be wrong to block her since she likes to kind of pop in and out while pretending she has made changes in her life. Hell, that is always fun, and I am all about the fun. Normally my dreams would get something like that right.

Then, there was the porn clip link sent by a friend where the girl doing 2 guys looked exactly like said ex except with darker hair. The similarity was so strong I honestly wondered until I heard her speak. She definitely wasn’t an American, and my ex certainly was not capable of speaking any foreign languages. Remind me to slap that friend the next time I see him.

So, you are asking yourself, why didn’t I just finish the fucking story?

I have to tell you, this is not an easy story to write. It’s not an emotional issue. The fact is the emotional stuff is easy to write. But this one has a lot of detail. The first half is nothing compared to what came next, and I have to really focus to make sure I get it right. It would be awful to leave something out, and I really only get one shot at this. It just isn’t the same to come back later and say something like “Hey, remember that story I told you? Well, I forgot the part where she asked me to dress like the dude on the Ask Jeeves web site and to call her Marcia Brady.”

So I am going to work on part 2 as I feel like it, and put it out there when it’s ready. I actually think it may go 2 more parts because it would still be a long fucking post. I know people only like to read so much, and to get the whole thing in may mean I have to go 2 more parts. The fucked up thing is that almost the entire remaining story took place in one day. When you hear it, you will be stunned. Not only was this all in one day, it was only our second “date”. I have been with women months and not have as much in the way of wild sexual stories as this girl managed in just 2 dates and just over a week.

So just know I will have it as soon as I can. If I could get a day or two off and a lot of sleep it would be a lot easier.

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