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Go get’em boy!

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Truth. And I’m not even finished.

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Pleash shtate your bishnesh.

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Pleash shtate your bishnesh.

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Meet Homework Bully. He just began his shift. I better put in work.

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Today I went fishing with a couple of friends and my little brother to a lake that me and Blondie had gone to before. It was my idea to go there. The one time that I came here with Blondie was the very first time I stepped foot on these grounds.  Me and Blondie came here with the purpose of fishing a little and swimming/enjoying the rest of the time. We caught our very first fish here together.  I did not dare to set foot on the same location that we were that day, but I did look at it from a distance, just around a bend, where I could see the spot where we spent that day.  I replayed everything in my head that we did together on that little spot. It was one of the greatest moments we had together.

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Entry 2: She came, she conquered, and she flew away part 2.

Before I get back to where I left of, I will announce that this memory/story will be broken down and submitted in parts.  The scope of the details that I must cover is massive and very difficult to write it out perfectly.  Therefore, I am including the bare minimum very carefully without jeopardizing the story/memory.

So back to where I left off.  It was right after that Halloween weekend that we knew for sure that we both liked each other, but none of us brought it up right away because we were probably waiting for the right moment.  I didn’t confess because I was afraid that I was still wrong about my intuition of her digging me.  I did not want to see my confession of me liking her backfiring, resulting in killing the cool relationship that I had just developed with this cool blonde chick and creating an awkward atmosphere between us every time we had to meet in class. It must have been a week after that Halloween weekend, on a Saturday/Sunday, that I ignored all my fears that I had created about her and asked her if she wanted to come over to my place to study.  My intentions were partially true about studying, but for the most part I just wanted to see her again. As luck would have, she was chilling with one of her friends that luckily lived nearby me, so it was only a short matter of time before she would arrive at my place.  I never thought that she would actually say yes to my invitation.  The thought of it made me lose track of time, and before I knew it she was knocking on the front door to the house that I stayed in.  During those minutes before she arrived, I thought about how I needed to grab my balls, man up, and show her that I was a decent guy for her to like.  I really thought she was beatiful.  Blue eyes, blonde hair, super smart, very funny, very lovable, very everything that one feels about a person one really likes.  So she gets to my place and catches me by surprise, that I had forgotten to inform her of my private entrance to the downstairs place of the house that I was renting at.  So by default she knocked on the front door to the house and was greeted by my landlord.  My landlord was always cool though and would had never said anything about that happening, but I didn’t want Blondie to be greeted at the front door by someone else but me.  As my landlord called out to me from upstairs that someone was at the front door looking for me, I quickly doubled checked my room for anything that might speak bad about me, and ran upstairs telling myself how stupid I was for forgetting to tell Blondie the private entrance to my place.  I quickly arrived at the front door and see Blondie still waiting outside the door, beatiful as always, and ask her to come in.  I then took the time to introduced her to my landlord (which she complimented that Blondie was beautiful), and made our way to my place downstairs.  As we entered my room and got comfortable on the table that I had set up for us to study, I could not help myself from looking at her because she was wearing a skirt and was looking very sexy.  I tried my best to keep my mind focus on studying and not ruining the moment by me getting caught checking her out, so I tried my best to show her that respect that a wonderful girl like her deserved and focus at the task at hand.  However, that battle that I was so firm on trying to stay true to started to fail rapidly once we both started flirting with each other.  I started to cave in and focused on her so much that I just wanted to kiss her so badly. I tried to ignore it as much as possible because I kept thinking that I was wrong about her liking me, until I saw a clear sign that I had to make a move. And I did without hesitation this time.  I picked myself up from my chair, leaned forwards towards her, and reach out for her lips that were patiently waiting to accept my lips.  It all happened very quickly and we started making out like we had owed it to each other. I think there was a moment where we both noticed that we were feeling vulnerable, waiting for one of us to take us out of agony and to put us together like we wanted to be.  There was nothing finer in life at that moment but the feel of her lips touching mines.  The was nothing more soothing and relaxing than the feeling of her liking a guy like me.  There was nothing in life in that moment than the gift of kissing the other person that you really like. 

So, we continue making out for a good moment like we owed it to each other, and there was no blame in that since we had held our feelings back for too long by now.  However, at the pace that we were going everything was moving really quickly without us noticing.  By the time we knew it, we were heading in the direction of my bed with things getting very heated between each other. I liked her very much, so a big part of me was ready to accept her declination about going the full nine yards at that moment, which it really turned out to be that way.  I was not mad or anything remotely close to that about us putting the brakes on that, because somehow I felt that Blondie had more to offer me than that. Deep within me something was telling my conscious that this girl needed to be treated properly.  Like a real chivalrous man treated a woman back in the chivalrous days.  I wanted to do that for her.  I wanted to see how far her smiles and beautiful personality would make me feel.  Like they say: love works in a mysterious way.  I would had never had imagined that it was love that me and her were unknowingly binding.  It is for that reason that I could never forget that first moment that I ever kissed Blondie. 

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Entry 1: She came, she conquered, and she flew away.

I have never been in relationship so deep than the last one that I just had with Blondie.  I’ve been with very few girls since the first time I was ever with a girl and none of them possessed the love that clicked/synched like mines and Blondie’s.   I do fear somewhat that she will eventually read  this, because she knows of this blog and how I used it before when we had a temporary breakup, but most of all, because I do not want her to keep thinking about me.  I was wrong for her.  I will try to detail that out as best as possible.  But first, let me begin by introducing our beginning.

I first met Blondie at our local community college back in fall of 2011 where we had a Physics class together.   Like any new beginning of a school semester, you have to get used to the classes, places where you like seating best, and people you might want to make friends for when you need help with the subject.  During those first days I did not notice Blondie at all, but she quickly came to light since she was the only Blondie in a class of 100+ and also because of her attentiveness to the subject.  If there were other blondies that I am not giving credit to than too bad, because the only blondie that my eyes caught from the start were Blondie’s.  After days passed by and shortly became weeks, my attention towards her was in full mode every time I stepped in to that class.  My natural stance whenever I see a girl that I like is to try to avoid her.  I have crashed and burned so much that I just stopped trying.  And every time I saw her I would just avoid/reject the idea of approaching her since I believed I never had a chance. This went on for days until an upcoming test was mentioned and I needed help with the course big time.  Blondie from the start was always participating in class and showed that she was on top of the course, so I finally grabbed my balls and approached her one day.  I remember as I entered and went through the doors that opened up the hall towards the place where she normally sat and we made eye contact like we had done many times before.  She never expected me to seat next to the stairs, which climbed up to the other row of seats and that were adjacent to her seat, by the surprise reaction she had in that moment when I called out to her.  I remember that I was shit nervous in that moment  and tried to keep it cool throughout the short conversation.  If I remember correctly, it was that first time that we spoke that I got her number by asking her if she would like to study together and eventually we did.  I think we met a week after at the coffee shop that was couple of blocks away from her house.  Like I said, I never thought that I had a chance with her so I didn’t even bother trying to impress her, so I showed up in my mechanic uniform from the place where I was working during that time.  When I finally arrive at the location and go enter, the first person I saw was her seating in plain view from the entrance.  I focused on really trying to avoid my thoughts about her and really study, but we both sort of eventually concluded that the material was very easy without saying it to each other and focused more on our random conversation than studying.   After that first one-to-one meeting we started exchanging text more and chatted every time we met in class.  Eventually it was me who started flirting (I think), but very lightly at first, and finally fully all out on the weekend of Halloween.  I had mentioned to her that earlier that week that she could dress as a Bloody Mary for that Halloween weekend. And she did.  She texted me a picture of her costume and I replied back with “now that’s a bloody Mary I would drink.”  It was there and then when things escalated to the next level, which I will leave for tomorrow since its almost midnight.  I want to be in top shape when writing this special memory.  To be continued….

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Depends in how much one has to lose. As someone that has hit rock bottom more than once, holding it together only by the fact that I have family to take care of, I could definitely say that that evil feeling does creep up.