Dawson came over for Christmas night so we wouldn't have to spend it alone. He brought a bottle of wine and pizza rolls. Classy. :-) I had a couple Patron margaritas and he had a couple white russians. We attempted to watch The Jerk, but spent most of it talking. We have a lot of fun together and have similar viewpoints. We talked about atheism for a while and Richard Dawkins. He saw my bong and asked if he could have some. :-) This made me very happy! I brought him the vape since he doesn't do it often and I wanted it to be as gentle as possible. Dawson has a girlfriend of 2 years and he claims they're splitting the first week of January. I don't believe him. But I still felt like I should seize the day. We did a bit of fooling around and it was pretty fantastic. He couldn't keep it up... :-( This happens to me a lot. In fact, I would daresay with every man I've been with he's had some issue. Most of them prematurely ejaculate and then apologize profusely telling me they just couldn't control it because I was so attractive. Then there's this problem which makes me feel muuuuuch worse. He thought it might have been the weed or alcohol. I just said it was probably better we didn't anyway. Things ended fine. He texted to thank me and eluded to a next time. I hope he doesn't think we're going to date. He's only a temp. I can't get too attached.
What it's like to be a single woman in the city struggling to get by. Follow my everyday battles with anorexia, alcoholism, depression, family, friends, financial stability, love and God. Who will win?
Monday, December 27, 2010
Merry Christmas!
Christmas Eve I got very sick. Probably had something to do with the drinking the night before. I may have still been drunk when I got to work... I tried to eat a couple pieces of pizza for lunch, but did not manage to keep them down. I threw up in the bathroom at work and again in the car, all over myself. I had to go home and change, but that was a big plus because it meant I could smoke a bowl and feel much better. I made it through work feeling pretty shitty. We went to a Christmas Eve dinner with all the other folks at the office for some Chinese. A tradition for them, this was my first year so I was excited to be a part of it. I took one bite of WHITE rice and started sweating buckets and feeling dizzy. I threw down some cash, said Merry Christmas and bolted. I slept basically until 6pm the next night.
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