Posts Tagged ‘Sebastian’


PMS makes me better

August 27, 2008

I have PMS. That means I’m angry and puffy for about 9 days straight. That also means that I have no patience for stupidity, which most boys I meet are full of. Today is day 7 so I’m deep into it.

I was supposed to go out with Sebastian tonight. Last week, we decided on Friday night this week. This was huge since I’ve been the proud holder of the Monday night slot for a while. Then before last weekend, he asked if we could move it to Wednesday (today). Fine, no problem. Monday he checked in to make sure we were still on and I confirmed.

Then today I get a text from him asking how I was. When I asked how he was, he told me he was exhausted from all these meetings he has today and tomorrow, blah blah blah. So I asked if this was his way of bailing and he said he wasn’t sure. That he just wanted to give me the heads up. Whatever. Sayonara Señor Sebastian. Here’s my reasoning:

  1. I’ve gone out with him a few times and still know nothing about him
  2. I kind of don’t trust him
  3. He’s young
  4. I have PMS

GRRRRRR. Normally, I’d be a lot more laid back about this but I’m just really tired of this crap. Oh well. At least I didn’t waste time shaving my legs this morning.



August 25, 2008

My friend calls me the David Blaine of making out because of this story so I thought I’d share it.

I met Sebastian through a friend and found him interesting. We shared similar interests and I thought he’d be good conversation as well as something nice to look at. So we started hanging out and after quite a few dates, it was still very formal. I was getting a bit bored but liked that I could still play coy and be flirty and mysterious and all those glamorous things without having someone trying to get in my skirt the whole time.

One night (a Monday) we had plans to go bowling, then head back to his place to make pizzas and sundaes and watch a movie. Cute, right? Well somehow bowling turned into “you have to take a shot for every gutter ball you get.” Being the master bowler that I am, I got 9 gutter balls in the first game. Yup. NINE. Cripes. We played another game and ultimately Sebastian took pity on me and only made me do 4 or 6 shots. I don’t know the exact number because (1) I’m relatively small and (2) I hadn’t eaten dinner. You can just see where this is going. He did the 2 shots he was supposed to and we headed back to his place.

We made pizzas, threw them in the oven and started the movie. 7 minutes in, I passed out cold. But before I did, at some point, we started making out, some clothes came off, we finished and I got completely dressed again. How it happened, I don’t know. I woke up the next morning and he was in the shower. As I was contemplating sneaking out (I have no idea why I thought this might be a good idea), I noticed the pizzas sitting on the counter. I proceeded to start stuffing my face at which point, Sebastian came sauntering into the kitchen.

I am so classy. He still calls me though. ;o)