“Bye” I said.
And went over to kiss WineBar. And we went to the elevator.
Revenge was sweet. And orgasmic.
Hugs and kisses and lots of love!
Alexis
Mixed Emotions
So, yeah, there is most def some mixed emotions about what happened to Bookstore.
So here are some reactions that people have expressed:
From Heather: “YESSSSS!!!! that is epic!!! it's like, after an argument you think of a million things you should have said and didn't and feel stupid they won and got the upper hand. BUT GIRL YOU ROCKED IT!!!! maybe Bookstore will think twice about messing with the next girls head - or better yet, he won't be able to forget you because your the one who finally didn't take his shit.”
From Melanie: “Sorry, but they way it sounded, you came on with a full frontal attack, bombarding him with attitude, and not really giving him a true chance to respond without feeling like you were actually going to listen to him. Maybe he originally sent the flowers and then thought, damn! Is it too much too soon, will she freak out? So when you figured out he did send the flowers he didn't want to seem too forward so said the "casual" word.”
From Mari: “That was totally awesome. Bye bookstore.”
From Fran: “That would drive me freakin nuts having monosyllabic responses from the guy. Good move to ditch Bookstore. Hopefully WineBar rocked your world right back! ??”
You can read what happened to Bookstore here!
Ya. So, pop quiz of the day. $25 Amazon gift card goes out to a random person who can tell me what the first MFM menage I wrote was, and the title. We’re talking all pen names, ladies.
Speaking of menage, that would be totally amazing if I could be shared right about now.
Because you wanna know something that I didn’t tell about that night? Well, Bookstore got left in the cold, but like Melanie said, I had this awful worry. Like what if he had actually apologized. Would I have had to cancel on WineBar? I mean, a part of me knew I wouldn’t because I knew deep down that Bookstore wasn’t gonna change his attitude – you just had to be there.
But, also, if WineBar is bailing me out and doing me, I mean, what am I waiting for? Well, I mean that night, after we went upstairs, we messed around a lot. We got drunk together off the minibar. We fooled around. But that evening…too many scotches…yeah, he did the guy thing when they drink too much. I mean, he made up for it in the morning. And that night he totally used his fingers and mouth. And it was good…don’t get me wrong. But it wasn’t life altering.
At what point do you start to compromise on the sex to get the happiness?
And if the guy is so-so sex, but he’s bailed me out, what do I do when something like yesterday happens. What happened yesterday?
Well, Dodgeball ended up calling me. Seriously. Like it took him forever and a day. I’ve heard of the three day rule, but this? This is just basically me not picking up the phone. I gotta figure out if I should call him back.
Maybe I can call him and ask him to come share me with WineBar and Bookstore. Like the three of them could go to town on me. Like Vivian Ward’s book. MFMM is pretty hot. That’s my recommendation today because I’m horny and I want three guys to do me. Even if one of them never calls me (Dodgeball), the other has attitude (Bookstore), one is clingy (WineBar) and one wears thigh highs (Freeway).
God, is this what dating has become nowadays?
Hugs and kisses and lots of love!
Alexis
Guess Who Called?
Dodgeball called!
That’s right. The guy who never freakin’ called after hitting me in the head with a red rubber ball and getting my phone number called me the other day as I was fretting about whether I did the right thing with Bookstore or not.
The only problem?
I was at lunch with WineBar. So I didn’t answer – I mean, I think a lot of the 20,000 people on this list are slowly heading towards #TeamWineBar after all the times he’s bailed me out, so I’m def staring to also kinda give him more special privileges than normal guys. And those things include for instance like not talking to other guys who wanna bang me when I’m having lunch with him. I mean, it’s the least I can do to in my mind. Just kinda seems disrespectful, ya know?
“So why did you ask me if I wear thongs or stockings the other day?” WineBar asks me for like the 10th time and I don’t answer. How do I even begin that story? Instead I flirt and it’s easy to flirt at lunch because we were eating gourmet hot dogs so you know, like it’s not that hard…haha. If you’re having trouble imagining what I could do to distract the convo, I dunno man, you really need to read more of my books lol.