C'est a picture of he who has preoccupied my thoughts in the last 24 hours.Aside from him, I've quit my job today. There was a week left to my time here on campus and though I need the money, I also need my integrity.
To be blunt, my legs ache as a result of sex and working out. Mig said that he was going to move in with me in the fall. I asked if it was cause he hated his roommate and he said it was because he hated people who lived in singles. M hurt his knee in the last few weeks while playing baseball so there was no chance for missionary. But, I suppose it's good because I like being on top.
What's so good about sleeping with Mig is that he really loves everything he does to me during sex and I can tell because I'm never the only one moaning. With the best of circular logic, I get off on his enjoying seeing me get off. So it's as though everybody's happy.
I'm still physically sick but now armed with antibiotics. Didn't tell Mig but if he pops up online I'll warn him to look out for it. I should pay for that, shouldn't I? Not telling him I was sick before we attacked each other for a half hour.
I have to wonder how desperate I was to get laid. Can't change it, it happened. And I have to say it was the best I've had in a long time. Dunno whether or not to believe him when he said I was the last person he slept with.
Which makes me wonder if I'm underestimating this boy altogether in order to rationalize using him for sex. I'm not sure.
I'm out for now. Must work on something for class tomorrow night.
