"I'm your passenger."

I can't bring myself to jump Rob. I just can't do it.
I mean...holy fear of rejection, Batman.

In other news, I had the BEST one night stand ever last night.

You KNOW I had to come back and brag about it.

I went to this "barcade" (it's a big, grown up arcade with a bar) out of state with Chad and a couple of his friends. Had a pretty average night. I drank wine in the car with the minors, played Deal or No Deal a million and one times, and met some pretty nifty people that I'll probably never see again.

We left the barcade around midnight, and we crammed six people into a car to head to a bonfire. (Needless to say, they made me sit in the back, and my carsickness was not well liked.)

I wasn't too stoked about the bonfire- a bunch of drunk people who weren't going to talk to me because I was new, and maybe a beer or two. Big whoop.

Fortunately, it turned out to be the opposite. I ran into Chad at one point, and he was talking to this guy I'd never met before. We'll call him...I dunno, Dave.

Dave is a tall dude with really, really long hair. Very sexy...in a grunge kinda way. We started talking, and found out our birthdays are one day apart- his is May 8th, mine is May 9th. That just made us shriek and holler, and the next thing I know, we're telling bad jokes and drinking vodka like water. He kept telling people that I was hilarious and that they were all stupid for not talking to me, and I just kept on drinking and trying to make him laugh.

We flirted. I guess that's what it felt like. I don't really flirt anymore, I just kind of...exude sexuality. It's weird. But THIS felt like flirting. The light touching, the giggling, the smiles that make your face want to burst open, everything. I loved it, I really did.

About an hour later, Chad says we're all leaving to go home. So I start to say my goodbyes- in fact, most of the people have already left, so that wasn't too difficult. Dave was sitting on a bench in front of the bonfire, and he was the last person I went to say goodbye to. I sat down next to him, and told him that he better call me (because I have no friends and no life, and ha ha). He looked at me for a second, and I just fucking KNEW he was going to kiss me. I couldn't tell you if it was the look in his eyes or something in his face or...what, I don't fucking know. You've had that happen, right?

And we kissed. And I kind of loved it. A lot.

It got more and more passionate, and we didn't even care that everyone around us was yelling, "Oooooohhhhhhh, look at the lovebirds!" and "JESSUSSSSSS, GET A ROOM!". We just didn't. We kept going, and he is one of the BEST kissers I've come across.

So I keep pulling away, saying, "I have to go, really. I do. They're waiting", and then simply grabbing him again to kiss him harder.

Everyone was in Chad's car except for me, screaming and yelling for me. Fortunately, some dude came up to me and said, "Where do you live?"

I told him, and he offered to take me home with the rest of the gang that was going that way. They went inside to snort something, so I figured it would buy me a couple of minutes, and I said "yes".

We informed Chad's car of this, and they left. My new ride and all his people went in the house, so it was just me and Dave sitting on the bench in front of the fire, making out like we'd never done it before in our lives.

I faintly remember standing up, and kissing him and sort of grinding into each other. I think he asked me to go to his car, and he held my hand and directed me to it.

We got to his car, and I leaned against the back door behind the driver's seat. We stood there for a minute, watching each other, and then he said, "I don't want to sound disrespectful, but...I just...I really want to fuck you right now."

So I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into me so hard that I felt the door handle jamming into the small of my back. We kissed, hard, and then climbed into the backseat.

He let me put my iPod on in the car, and I chose my Deftones playlist. It started out with the always sexually appropriate song, "Passenger", which features Maynard on vocals. (Uh, yeah. That's cream-worthy in and of itself.)

I didn't think it was possible to have sex in the missionary position in the backseat of a car (I've only ever done me on top whist in a car), but...it worked, somehow.

It was surprisingly...uh-may-zing. I'm not sure I've ever wanted someone so badly; and you guys know me, I have WANTED some people. It was this crazy sexy dance, and everything about it made me want to scream.

Well, we're having at it, and all of a sudden, we see this flashlight at the window. The person outside started knocking, so we stopped and I rolled down the window. It was the guy who was supposed to be giving me a ride home, informing me that they were leaving...now.

Dave and I giggled for a second- I mean, come on, the windows are steamed up, there's a handprint on the back window, we're naked...like...how wholly inappropriate and awesome.

So, Dave says, "I'll take her home in the morning. Just go away."

The guy at the window shrugs and says, "Cool", and walks away like nothing abnormal happened.

We laughed for a second, and then started kissing again, getting back into it. I decided to go down on him, and oh. my. god. I LOVED giving him head. He just had the perfect sized dick, and he gave SO MUCH reaction. I mean, the noises this guy was making were...auuugggghhh, orgasmic.

At one point, I stopped...I have no idea why, I forget...and he said, "I think I love you."

I had to try SO hard not to crack up. (Thanks for the lessons, Mike!)

He then decided to go down on ME, even though I told him he didn't have to. He did, and it was awesome, and I came buckets into his mouth.

Honestly...I can't remember the last time I had sex THAT good. I've had good sex lately with Mike- even great sex- but this was...other worldly.

We passed out in the car around 3:45.

I woke up this morning in a strange car, in the middle of the woods, with a guy I had met (maybe) 6 hours before, and feeling incredibly hungover. But for some reason, it was the best that I've felt in a very long time.

He kept his word and drove me home. We laughed the entire way back, and he said I was one of the coolest chicks he's met.

We stopped at a 7-11 for Gatorade (IT'S WHAT PLANTS CRAVE!), and his passenger door gets stuck sometimes. I didn't know this, and I suddenly couldn't open the door. He had the sunroof down, and he was walking in front of the car to go in, and I'm SLAMMING myself into the door, screaming, "SAVE ME! SAVE ME!". It was funny, but the BEST part was that some random dude we didn't know saw it and heard me and started cracking up as he was walking to his car. It made me smile, and it got my day started off even better than I thought it would.

Dave thinks I'm hilarious, and we just...clicked. I thought it might be awkward, but, honestly...it was just kinda perfect.

I'm reeeeeeally hoping this guy calls me again soon.

I stole his Aviator shades, though...so he has to at least come get them back.



...The question is...do I tell Mike?
He hates when I sleep with other people.
But I can't LIE to him.
...Not saying anything isn't technically lying, though. You have to talk to lie.

Sonofabitch.





I was extremely happy all day, though. Like, there's NOTHING that could have happened that would have made me feel bad. Nothing.

Auuugh, I am STILL in a ridiculously good mood.

...Is it possible to fall totally in love with a complete stranger? Or, rather, a one night stand?

'Cause it kinda feels like that.





*ridiculous grin*