Hank quotes

This quote from Hank Moody pretty much summarize my last month. Or, last two years, maybe my entire life.

Never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway. ’cause it’s true – all women are, in one way or another. You know, there’s always something about every damn one of you. There’s a smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures. My life’s work. But then there’s the morning after. The hangover, and the realization that I’m not quite as available as I thought I was the night before. And then she’s gone. And I’m haunted by yet another road not taken.

In anticipation for monday.

Fuck how much more I would have loved to be young in the glorious years of the 60’s and and 70’ties.

I’ve just watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for the third or fourth time. Finding myself thinking in the end about the lifework of Hunter S Thompson. Somehow in my mind releasing that even his work was tainted by his own pretentiousness.

And then again, that’s why I would have loved to be born earlier. Things don’t seam to have been all that serious back then and more importantly, we did not think that we knew everything. We where not the conscience of the world and the pretentious pricks we are today.

Yes, the hippies were dancing, swearing of wars and pollution. Which we as well do today. But they seemed to enjoy the parts in between so much more.

Feel’s like we did not try to find the wrong in everything like a odd game of finding Waldo before. Why is it so important to point out all the wrongs? Missing the amazing ride going on in the periphery.

It’s hard to put my finger on and describe the feeling in words, which might make you understand the emptiness and melancholic I feel in some parts of which is today.

And yeah, I admit it. I’m a bit drunk and a wee bit high in anticipation for monday. I had the whole weekend to prepare for a deadline without a real end except for when it’s time to actually show what I’ve come up with.

 

Loving pussy or just filling an opening

“You really love pussy, don’t you?”, she asked just after the leggings was all the way up. This was a odd one but in some way, ain’t all the best ones?

The night before started with me working late, knowing I might have a date nineish from the app Tinder on the way. But I had in no way any bigger hopes for the evening, not even would I be much offended if she stood me up.

I popped in the movie Sex Tape with Jason Segel and Cameron Diaz. Great movie with some subtle and some not so subtle jokes. Interrupting my unseemly laughing i got a text from the girl in question. She was on the way.

We sat down in the couch and I offer her a glass of wine. Two and a half glass in I recon, it would not be such a bad idea to make out with her. So I positioned myself  closer to her. After she gave me what in layman’s terms is called the green light by touching my leg I was just about to make my move when I was interrupted by here asking me, “Shall we not make out now, I really fell like making out” .

A little humiliated that I either been cough red handed or bested to make the move I took a step back and said “That’s a odd thing to say…” But then again, making out with a hot girl is never a bad thing so before she had a chance to respond I made my next move.

A couple of pleasant moments later she asked me to put down the drapes to not give the neighbors a show. As I don’t have any drapes the bedroom it was.

To be honest, the sex was not that great. I’ve had a couple of weeks being pretty down again. Watching the love of my life from a far having the time of her’s. Which means I have some ghosts up there.

But to summarize the sex, this was a kinky one. Well in the bedroom she tore my clothes of and then stating that i was naked (obviously).  I love it when girls don’t just put it in her mouth but fist creates the anticipation, feeling and the waiting while her tongue was wandering on my inner tight, over my balls, up and down my cook. Just barely touching the head.

I never really liked when a girl yanking the balls but this one might have made me change my mind. And I got a replay the day after.

With her leggings back on she asked: “You really love pussy, don’t you?”. I asked what she meant by that. She told me that there is two kinds of guy’s. One, the more common one, just want to put it in and the other one loves the pussy. She looked at me and said: “Never change” , gave me a long kiss goodbye and then she was off.