Texting

I have a love/hate relationship with texting.

Like - it's useful as hell when you don't want to actually go about talking to the person you're texting.  But it has several flaws.

I mean - I hate talking on the phone as much as the next person so texting is a useful tool.  I mean - there are some people I text I would NOT want to talk on the phone with.  Like - I just want to hit up a booty call or something - BOOM - I don't have to make a call... I can just say - "Hey, I want you." Or ya' know...whatever.  I don't have to go through the hassle of actually talking to the person I don't even necessarily like.

And conversations can take all day with texts.  There are no awkward silences... It's all around easier to text and I like that.

But I SERIOUSLY hate it that sometimes people are so wrapped up with texting that they don't think that you aren't actually able to be around your phone 24/7.

Like a person I text all the time.  We have fun banter - chat a lot - but if I don't read a message for awhile and don't get back to this person right away - the person thinks I'm mad.  Despite this blog thing - I'm a pretty easy going person.  I don't get mad at stupid jokes you tell.

But EVERY TIME I get a message from this person and I don't immediately send a message back - I get, "Or not."  or "Hello?"  or even "You mad?"  No.  I'm just busy.  I do have a life outside of texing you.

And sometimes I read the message, don't respond...because I'm busy, and forget to send something back.  I'm not ignoring you - I'm not being rude - I FORGOT!  It's not even a big fucking deal.

My dad is the worst person about this.  Sometimes he texts and I don't send something back right away and then comes bitch mode.  "Well - aren't you going to text me back?!?" "Would like an answer.!" Okay dad, STAHP.  What's worse is that he doesn't even accept that I forgot.  He just bitches to me about that too. Maybe I should remind him of something and then when he doesn't remember - I shouldn't accept it like he doesn't accept that I'm too busy to text sometimes and when I get his messages - I FORGET.

And then the people that can't put their phone down for a little while so they can drive.  You're putting yourself and everyone else on the road in danger...put the FUCKING phone down.  It's not it being against the law, because God knows how many illegal things I do on the road, but how dangerous it is.  I don't care who I'm texting - if our conversation is through text, it's not worth killing someone over.  Me, you or someone else.

And...I guess that's it.  I might add more to this one.

Boys

This one is a little naughty so...shield your eyes little ones.  Well fuck little ones shouldn't be reading this anyhow.

Okay now, I'm not one of those girls who bitches about boys all the time.  Seriously.  But I've had a long weekend, I have to work tomorrow, I'm worried about my niece, nephew and sister and this boy is making me furious.  Undastand?

I wrote all this out last night, but decided it was too personal.  So I'm writing it less...real...okay?

Anyhow.  Boys.  I just DON'T understand them.  Why do they think with the wrong head?  I mean, can't they take into account girls' feelings ever?  I'm going into a really really brief history of non-relationships of mine.  Yes, NON-relationships.

Freshman year:  I liked a boy, the boy liked me, he had a girlfriend.
Sophomore year: I liked the same boy, he still liked me, he still had a girlfriend.
Junior year: I like a guy, who I think liked me and my best friend who also liked him, but he thought I liked another friend?  What? And I still liked Freshman/Sophomore year boy too.  He and his girlfriend broke up and he did NOT make a move. And another guy who also had a girlfriend all while he creepily stared at me all the time.  Yes, I liked him.  He's hot, what can I say?  I'd still do him.
Senior year: I liked the guy my best friend liked but not the guy with a girlfriend or the other dude.  Just the friend of mine who thought I liked my best friend even though he's a little gay...or bi...or whatever. And then there is the guy who is currently pissing me off.

He is one of those guys you know is a complete douche fuck but you can't help but like the attention he gives you.  That's why I started talking to the moron in the first place.  He's not hot, he's not funny - he's just...a douche.  Which is why I want to do him so bad.  I don't like him, I don't want a relationship with him.  I just want him to be a fuck buddy.  Does that make me a slut?  No.  Why? Because he'd be my first fuck buddy.

Senior year he had a girlfriend.  The two of them were a lot a like...cheaters. She cheated on him and to get her back, he decided he wanted to revenge cheat.  He messaged like six of my friends.  Six.  And myself.  I wasn't going for it.  I didn't want him quite as bad...or at all.

About three years later he hits me up again.  This time he had 100x better luck.  Because he's single, I'm single and I am down to fuck.

A couple nights ago he starts texting me.  It was cool.  Within 5 minutes of texting, he was already sending me pictures...of his face.  And pleading with me to send him one back.  I said no. After texting him for awhile...without any advances on his part...he sends another picture...of his cock.

I wasn't even expecting it.  His last text had been something about work.  And I sat there next to my grandma texting like four different people all at once...and incoming picture. The second I started to receive it, I knew who and what it was.  So I RAN down the stairs, nearly tripping over a stupid dog.  It was an ambush.  And then for the rest of the night he begged and begged me to send him a picture of myself naked. No.

So after days of texting, we finally meet up and we fool around a bit and he leaves.  Unfortunately for me, I was all hot and bothered but I got nothing.  I mean - I serviced him and he left.  

The next day...yesterday.  He sends me another text and begs me AGAIN to send him...not a picture but a video of me touching myself.

I said no.  And he hasn't texted since.  I mean - I give a guy a blow job and he leaves.  Whatever.  But then he gets mad at me because I won't send him a video?  Really?  What the fucking fuck?

What kind a douche fuck does that?  

That's my rant about boys.  Or just...boy.