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Sometimes You Just Gots to be a Ho
I've just moved in with my older and younger brothers, all except the youngest, who lives with our sister in a whole other state. I am not living here permanently, just for the summer, in fact, but the point of all this is that it's a house being rented out by five (now six, counting me) people from ages 18 (my younger brother) to 24 (ironically, his girlfriend) and I am now sleeping with one of the guys in the house. Not one of my brothers, of course, just another guy who I am in no way related to. Except that we live in the same house for the summer.
Now, here is where we get into the morality grey area. My older brother has yet to hear of my escapades, and while my younger brother and his girlfriend assure me that he will be okay with it, but we are still a bit worried to tell him. I think the guy, we will now refer to as L, is way more worried about this than I am, because I know for a fact that no matter how angry my older brother could EVER possibly be, it will be nothing compared to the shit I'll be getting all summer from my best friend, a very sweet boy who I must admit is likely the only man I will ever love. Moral strike number one.
And then there's the Irish situation, as I like to refer to it. My older brother, just the other day, met this Irish guy and gave him his number saying to call since the guy is really new to our area and knows no one. And then he told the guy that his sister really loves Irish guys...which she does. Reports say he was not only Irish, but hot and well dressed, therefore likely a good boyfriend. And while L is a sweet guy, he is not Irish. IRISH!!!
Moral strike number two.
This is obviously a doomed relationship. I don't even THINK of it as a relationship, so much as me getting laid and driven around and spoiled. He's kinda clingy, too. We've been together like, half a week. One day if you only count the days since I decided not to just ignore him. And already I know it's not going anywhere. And yet...I can't really break this to him. I think he would be really sad, as he seems very attached. I DID tell him I'm mean, but really, I tell all my boyfriends that, and I've long since learned they just don't believe me.
Moral strike number three.
I'm out.
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 |  Doom. 
 wenderric
2004-05-30 02:03
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Okay, I've got some totally immoral advice to give you and some good reasons why L is a loser:
L's a male.
Strike one. (His unfortunate gender choice.)
L's the beginning letter of the word 'loser'.
Strike two. (Yaten said so.)
You're mean and you do give fair warning so I have NO idea why boys get all surprised. Like, remember when we did that play, 'By Jupiter'? And there was that one guy who wanted your body? But you didn't want his? And then when we had that sleepover, he was like petting my arm which kind of weirded me out but I suppose now that he could have just been so hearbroken over you that he thought the younger sister was a good substitute. (We don't even *look* alike. Geez.) Although before that I remember him and I were in a rather vicious sort of war because I of course detected his liking of the sister and you pointed it out so I went into overprotective little sister mode (Yes, it does happen when someone threatens my Teresa-time. Such as our favorite Mormon.) so yeah. Huh. That was just a bizarre sequence of thinking. You know, I think really that whole 'By Jupiter' play was the basis of Center Stage. 'Cause think about it, it was the last high school play you got to do and there was an awful lot of drama if I remember correctly. And there were like twenty people in the play...do you remember if it was seventh or eighth grade that I made out with Victor? I think I had short hair so I'm going to say eighth so that wasn't involved with the play. Yeah, okay I'm rambling. (I went all nostalgic. I just had a quad shot of espresso, eat me.) Anyways, boys should believe girls when we say we're mean. Guys are insensitive assholes but girls are insensitive bitches. SO there.
Strike three. (His lack of logic.)
Also, as my mantra goes, "I am the god of my own existence." Therefore, the only person's forgiveness you need in life is your own. ^_^. Therefore, complete lack of conscience. I know you don't have one. It's in the blood or something. I don't have a conscience. I've noticed this on several occasions. Except when it comes to people I actually respect, and I don't respect that many people. This guy probably thinks you respect him.
Strike four. (His lack of intelligence.)
Oh and he's not Irish.
Strike five. (Unfortunate choice of nationality.)
I think you should ask yourself the important questions about L like, "Will he buy me new clothes?" "Does he take me to see all the movies I want to see?" "Does he gots lots of cash on hand? Or at least enough to satisfy me?" "Would Jade like him or would she just sort of do her, "I think you're an idiot but you think I'm listening intently to what you're babbling about" look?" "Would he buy Jade stuff?" See, Tom has bought me stuff, he's in the club of people that I would approve of. Two thumbs up to our Mormon. Ooooooh, I want Tom to do drawings for Golden Red! Do you think he would read it???
This is kind of turning into an e-mail. ^_^. Anyway, L's a dork and morality is for people who have nothing better to do.
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