The Bad Man Doesn't ComethHave you ever begun to wonder whether you are
actually a bad person?
I mean seriously, do you ever think to yourself 'Actually when it comes down to it, when faced with an option, I have no morals. I really am a scumbag.'?
Even true scumbags must have come to a point where they thought to themselves 'Wow, I really am a shit.'
So what, you probably don't wonder, has brought on this moment of existential realisation? Hmm...well to provide the two minute version. The thing with Geneve in my last post below kind of died on it's arse. Nothing too dramatic, we just came to an agreement that it wasn't right for either of us. Then she went off to Cuba for three weeks.
In the meantime, I kind of found myself in a relationship with my old friend 'Gorgeous', a woman I've known for about five years now, who has always been a friend, nothings ever been 'on the cards' and I love her to bits but crucially up until about six weeks ago always as a friend.
Until, one night, we kissed and before you can say 'Bob's your tranvestite aunt'! Everything changes.
Yes I know I said this was the 2 minute version, so I waffle, live with it (or don't).
So now I'm rocking along in this new thing and frankly it's all going very, very well. Little scary, I mean we have been friends for a long time but all good.
Then Geneve comes back from Cuba. Nothings happened, nothings been said but I find myself thinking of what it would be like to perch her on the edge of her desk and etc etc
How shit is that? (Well not that crap obviously, but you know what I mean)
It's not even that I want to be with her. I know it's purely physical and we didn't even have sex for fucks sake!
I haven't with Gorgeous yet but that's a different story.
So while I'm at work I'm thinking of ravishing Geneve over a desk and when I'm not at work I'm thinking of ravishing Gorgeous over every damn surface in her house!
Maybe I just need to masturbate more.
You get my point though, right?
I am a bad, bad person.
Oh dear, oh dear.
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