The Weatherman

You know what I hate. Men who start drama.

The Weatherman is one of those. He is this 27 year old guy here in Salisbury who fancies himself a rock star. Granted he has one hell of a voice. Enough to make a gal cream her pants. But he is an asshole.

I suppose deep down inside girls like guys who are jerks. In this case why this one doesn't have ladies lining up I have no idea.

I admit this is mostly my fault. I was warned about him. But I suppose a few too many beers and an overwhelming curiousity got the better of me.

My friend was right. He does have a small penis. Couldn't keep it up either. He blamed it on the booze, so I suppose that is a valid excuse. Though I didn't see him drink too much...

Anywho, I am not a gal that kisses and tells. Okay, I at least don't name names at least.

I suppose he targeted me because he knew I slept with his friend Lucky Charms. I couldn't help it. Straight out of Europe and cute as a button. I think he was just seeing if he could though. Same with the Weatherman.

Says a lot about me I suppose.

But here is thing thing. I have no problem admitting I love sex. I'm safe about it so why isn't it okay if I have sex with who I want when I want?  Men do it all the time right?

I've been with a few guys who say they respected that. Now if they actually do is left to be decided. I think after a while they realize that I am a person they are not used to and their minds, along with everyone around them, tells them that how I live my life is wrong. Obviously I am a terrible person because I sleep around.

It doesn't make me terrible person. It makes me human.