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[imood mood at time of entry: good]

WARNING: This entry contains links to adult websites, and contains material of an adult nature. If you are not legally allowed to view such material in your state, please don’t click on the links mentioned, or read this entry. Thanks. Also, this is sort of a long entry.

Even though I came and blurted out the shortened version of everything that’s been going on with my life yesterday, I didn’t really go into detail since I was on the run at the time.

The pig that I went out with was Ishmael. He started out so good, but went terribly bad. I think the biggest problem with him, is that I rushed into dating someone too soon after Justin and I broke up. Another problem was that I was not physically attracted to him in the least. (This is what he looks like) I went out with him because he was sweet when he introduced himself to me, and we had damned never everything in common. If he would been a little better looking, and not all about male supremacy, we would have been set.

He was wonderful. The way we met (on the street as I was leaving the library to go to the RideStore, and then home) was movie-worthy romantic. He stopped me and told me that he thought I was beautiful, and that he’d seen me before. He informed me that he told himself, “If I ever saw you again, I would just tell you that I thought you were so beautiful.” It’s crazy, because the time that he saw me was over a year ago, and he still remembered what I had on, down to my sunglasses.

The date started out rough, and went on from there. I spent my way through my poor little bank account, because, my card was paying for everything. He kept going on and on about how I was late (I was helping my best friend through a crisis.), and how he needed to get me trained at Man’s Best Friend, a dog training business here in Houston. He kept starting sentences off with the phrase, “You women.” If he was the man I thought he could have been, he would have excused my tardiness, or at least not harped on it the entire day, and he would have been nicer to me.

I have since spoken to Justin, and we’re friends. We went through a weird period where we didn’t talk to each other. Turns out, it was more a time arrangement thing more than anything else, so that’s good. As many problems that Justin and I have as individuals, we could have made a pretty darned good couple. I grew to live with his habits, but sort of nudged him to be more aware of his manners. It’s strange to think that something such a sexual preferance is all that it took to break us up. Sure, we weren’t dating that long, but we knew each other for a while, and really liked each other. I hadn’t been with someone that I could be truly comfortable around. I am always crazed or insecure of myself and/or the person’s affections. I was sincerely happy that I didn’t have to worry about any of that with him. It kind of sucks, but I do want to be a good friend to him. This is a very confusing time for him, so what will be will be.

No, Ismael did not buy me the vibrator. I received it as a complimentary gift when I bought three pairs of lace tanga panties in two colors (red and black) (boy shorts, but prettier) from my favorite porn catalog, Adam & Eve. They also sent me a DVD with like 23 porn scenes, two of which included the lovely Ms. Jenna Jameson herself. She’s cute, her and her little squeaks. No wonder men like her!

Anyway, I have no intention of trying out my new toys solo. I am going to find me a man, more than likely, someone I already know as friends, and go for it.

Now, there was one toy they sent me that I have no idea exactly what it for. Well, I have an idea, but I am not sure if it will provide any pleasure at all. *hunches* Oh well. It’ll make a great chew toy if I don’t figure it out.

Sincerely yours,

Danielle