The Inappropriateness of Men

So I fucked this guy like 14 months ago. He was serriooously drunk and had spent the hour or so beforehand having tantrums and screaming fits outside his ex's house.


It was a sympathy 'this hopefully will help you get over that bitch and make you grow up' shag.
(Please refer back to my previous post about 'Saying Yes by not saying No leads to Whoredom etc' if you just can't understand how this is a reason to fuck someone. 'Cos believe me, it's really not. No. But 'No' was the one thing I didn't say. As ever.)


Anyway, I shagged him in my house - one of only three men that have had this great privilege and the only one of these that has done so while my entire Mormon family were in their beds just walls away... Wrong I know.


It wasn't the best shag ever - possibly due to his drunkeness... But he left pretty much straight away, not that I minded. I seem to remember describing this to friends as 'well he's not the best endowed, and quite a hairy shag tbh'


The next time I saw or really spoke to him again (other than the awkward 'just to make sure you didn't think that was anything more than it was' talk the next day) was christmas eve.


He turned up (Drunk, again) outside my house telling me he really liked me and kissing me, all in the hope of getting in my pants again I'm assuming. I do believe it was snowing and I told him it was cold and to go home...

This was the last I heard from him for a few months, when he called me drunk at 2am telling me he'd like to see me or something. It was nothing I really gave a shit about, hence the lack of commitment to memory.


The next time I saw him was in August. He turned up (Drunk, what a suprise) outside my house. Can't remember what happened then but I'm pretty sure his friend turned up and took him home.

I'm sure he's called me again (drunk) at 2am a few more times too, but the main reason I'm even writing this (at 2:30am...) is due to him just having called me 6 times and texting me, clearly drunk, telling me he wants to see me.


I mean srsly. He only calls when drunk or whatever, when I have seen him he's been extremely needy and to be completely honest, really fucking annoying. Why the hell would I want to get out of my bed, or off my ass and go out in the rain to see him?

No. Totally inappropriate. Literally.

<3 This!

Worlds Apart

If you've been reading my previous posts you'll know that my little brother was waiting to find out where he was going to be sent on his religious mission for two years. We got the letter on Wednesday telling us he was being 'called to serve' in the Philippines, Angeles Mission. He leaves at the end of September.


Not long.


For those who have no idea where that is... Google Map - Angeles City, Philippines


I'm sure he'll have a fabulous time, but I can't help being sad about it. I'm gonna really miss him - surprising really as it's not as though we spend a huge amount of time together. But then, I can't call or see him at all for two whole years - a pretty long time to be honest.


He's going to one of the most volcaneous areas on the planet. Which I suppose is a little bit concerning.


He'll be right on the Equator, so no doubt he'll come back with an amazing tan - or skin cancer. Haha!


He also gets to learn and speak 'Tagalog' - I googled this, and it's basically the Austronesian language, Filipino. Very similar to Spanish to be honest.


I'll miss him.


But I've got 3 months yet. I don't know if it's better to make a point of spending time with him before he goes, or if that will make it worse because then I'll miss his company.


Either way, I'll miss him.

Called To Serve...

So, my 18 year old brother just send off his Mormon mission papers. This means that some time this week he should be receiving his 'Mission Call' - the letter requesting him to serve as a mormon missionary somewhere in the world for two years.


I don't know quite how I feel about my little brother disappearing off for two whole years somewhere - potentially just across the country, yet his family and friends are unable to visit, or call (except on mother's day and christmas).


I suppose I'd rather he went further away to be honest, at least then it's not like I could just pop to Scotland (where my cousin currently is on his mission) to see him.


I suppose there's only a few days before we all find out...