(this is from monday, but i pushed "save" instead of "post." woopsie.)
oh except one guy kept begging me to go on a free trip to tahiti with him. he says he won the trip for being among the top salespeople at his work. i didn't sense that he was lying, but i did sense that there's no way in hell i'd go on a week-long trip to tahiti with some random handsy customer. i'm never again taking a trip to a sexy locale with someone i don't want to have sex with or someone who doesn't want to have sex with me. been there, done that, got the miserable vacation photos to prove it.
[the first time i went on a tropical vacation it was with a girlfriend who had been cheating on me and wanted to break up. but before things started to suck, i had scrimped and saved to buy this non-refundable vacation package. unwisely, we decided to go anyway. i had bought an all-inclusive package, but when we got there they had us down for the "european plan," which is no food or cocktails. after i bought a phone card with which to harass the travel agent who had fucked up our reservation, we had about 600 pesos between us (roughly 60 bucks). our plan wasn't fixed till the 5th day of our 7 day stay, so before that we could only afford one meal a day. we starved ourselves until around 5pm and then walk downtown to the all-you-can-eat vegan buffet we had found and eat a whole day's worth of food in one sitting. then, stuffed, we'd take the bus back to the hotel instead of walking. i guess all of this is not central to the point here, which is that in addition to being hungry i was on a trip with a girl i was wildly in love with, but who had fallen out of love with me. she was just on some free trip with her soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, writing postcards to the new one and sneaking postage stamps out of my purse to send them. looking back, i'm glad i had the distraction of no money, if we just laid on the beach drinking cocktails i would've had a lot more time to feel miserable about how heartbroken i was. instead, i could be miserable about being hungry all the time and getting ripped off by a shady travel agent. oh, i should mention that it was my birthday.
the next time was with a girl i was also super in love with, and actually that was pretty great. we bickered some, but we also had some sweet times. like one day we were walking down the beach, topless, and there was a huge trampoline on the beach that someone had left for people to jump on. i LOVE jumping on trampolines. and i do like to see butch titties bouncing. that might sound gross, and i do not care. bouncing titties are just one of those things i enjoy A LOT in this world. especially those of a shirtless butch girlfriend on a trampoline on a white sand beach with nobody else around as far as the eye can see. ah, memories.
well the next two times were with a girl i used to date. the first time we went we were not dating anymore and i hated wanting to have sex every single moment with someone who was not even a little bit interested and therefore would not put out. so i was grouchy a lot and kinda bitchy. we still had fun, though. but i kept thinking it was a bad idea to go on a tropical vacation with someone i had a boner for who didn't have one for me. we went on vaycay again another time and it was beautiful, but lonesome at night.]
wow that was a tangent, huh? well the point is that i am not going on vacation with this guy. for a lot of reasons. mostly because i don't want to put out, but would surely be required to do so. ad nauseam. blech. no.
the other customer from last night who stands out in my mind is a chubby-cheeked business guy who was cute and sweet, wanted a million dances, and smelled good.
in other news, i've moved into a new apartment. which is HUGE and empty. i love it! but i need to buy some furniture. i love it, though!!!!!!! it's GINORMOUS. tons of space for good ideas, making things, projects, yoga, quiet times, loud sex, etc. I LOVE LIVING ALONE.
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