And I doubt its what you guys are thinking, naughty naughty boys.
What I'm talking about is lastnight. I brought the house down. Meaning I did really well. "Holding You" by Gretchen Wilson, "Call Me When Your Sober" "Bring Me To Life" and "My Immortal" those by Evanescence. Yes, only 4 songs we had some really great singers lastnight. Which is good because I hate listening to bad singers. Blondie sang The Little Mermaid song. I love it when Blondie sings. She is an amazing singer and she doesn't want to do it professionally. Unlike me who seizes the opportunity all the time to talk to someone about it. She'd like for me and her to come up with some duets and sing together. That is really awesome, but we both have 2 different kinds of voices. She has a "musical/opera/broadway" type of voice while mine is the "rougher country/rock". I'm sure if we got together it'd be something really great, tho.
So, someone I know. He looks like he could pass off as Brad Paisley's brother (if Paisley has a brother, lol) or a younger Charlie Sheen. So really it depends on how you look at him. Which light and angle. So, we're just gonna call him Paisley (I like for you guys to know how I come up with some of these nicknames).
Paisley kissed me lastnight. More than once. I didn't want to wear my jacket that I had snagged from TazMan of HeadRush because its warm now and so I wore my usual grey Mossy Oak (brand of camo/hunting gear) long sleeved shirt with my "Wanna See My Tattoo" black t-shirt over it. I got a little warm and he's like "well, lets step outside for a minute so you can cool off, I'm a bit warm myself" he was wearing a long sleeved shirt too, 1 t-shirt underneath with short sleeves and a long sleeved over it. so, we were opposite but he just needed to take off his top shirt the long sleeved one and he'd be ok.
So, the point is. We went outside and he says the one line all men who "want" me say. "You have the most amazing eyes, they were the first and only thing I saw when we first met" Ok, I can't deny that I have pretty eyes. That are rather amazing do I say so myself. And then he kisses me. Just a quick peck and then he's like "I can't help it" and literally just grabs me and goes for it, HOT quick PASSIONATE full of fire and desire. I have not been kissed like that in ages. Just the whole passion of it comming FROM him and FILLING me up inside with it. I bet he's a fire sign. It'd make alot of sense if he's a fire sign because Air (ME) fuels fire. I bet he's a fire sign.
So no, I havn't been kissed like that in forever. I've had a few guys trying to kiss me and I don't konw if their nervous with me or what but they were awkward sneaking behind the building during recess shy kisses. Sweet, but nothing as fiery as lastnight. I think that the last person who kissed me that way was Guy. And that's going on 2 years now. Aries and I never really kissed much except for "Good Bye/Hello" and they were sweet kinda hot kisses but nothing with the intensity and fury of that kiss lastnight.
Listen to me, going on and on about a kiss. Like I'm some love struck high school kid.
I'll give him this much. He's a great kisser. He's a good singer, too (when he tries) has a nice ass, great personality and he likes to hold hands on top of being a great kisser that make my head swimmy. However, I don't know if he's my type or not. I havn't known him for that long and I don't want to repeat mistakes. Actually the only thing I DO konw about him is that he's from South Carolina (or is it North) and his name and that he goes to CrossRoads and we met there. Not much to go on, huh?
We exchanged numbers, so maybe he'll call me. If not, its really no big loss. After all, it was just a kiss.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King





4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
Sounds like someone needs a cold shower and a box of chocolates.
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No see what you got there now is imagery of "naked" and "chocolate" and its not having the planned effect you were after.
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