For once, I know I’ve actually fucked up with sex. Yesterday, I was ridiculously drunk and was pretty adamant about having sex. So we did the deed four times… In a row. Each time, as he was about to cum, he’d pull out and then finish on my torso. He’d wipe me and himself clean and then I’d tell him to stick it back in and continue. He ended up ejaculating on three occasions, each time, putting his penis back inside me at my demand. Anyway, we got a bit worried about left over sperm in his urinary tract coming out with his pre-cum, so I’ve ordered the emergency contraceptive pill and will take it after work.
He told me that I told him that I wanted him to impregnate me and wouldn’t let him pull out. Hey, what can I say, I was drunk. Ha! Either way, I’m not ready for a child. I still have plenty to achieve. I’m in the process of finding a new job. I’ve even applied for a presenter/producer role. Time to do something I’m good at and more likely to enjoy.
But the reason for me getting so drunk was that I went out with my friend Kirby. He’s been feeling lonely lately so I wanted to spend time with him to let him know he’s not alone. I suggested drinking rum in the park. Not the best of ideas. We stole paper cups from a coffee shop, bought a bottle of Coca-Cola then made our way to the river side. The paper cups were a bad idea. Who would have thought that they weren’t made for alcohol? The rum began dissolving the glue that held the cup together and our drinks started dripping. It was pretty funny. I also tried to integrate myself into a family of duck’s but they kept walking away from me. Sad.
I left for Telis’ place where my drunken antics are best left untold. Actually I almost broke up with Telis. Just usual Dera overthinking. Let’s not go into that either. However, I’M MOVING OUT OF THAT FUCKING HELL HOLE! I went to view a room on Monday and said I’d take it. My current tenancy doesn’t end for a few weeks but I don’t care. I hate that place. I’d forfeit money to get out of there ASAP.
The weekend was nice, almost. I always have nice weekends with Telis. I took a nap then met Telis and his flatmate at the table top/board game meet up. Then things took a turn for the worse in the evening. I saw he had a notification on his phone from a dating app. I checked and it turned out he still had three dating apps installed. That didn’t make me very happy and I left his place. I know he doesn’t use them and I do trust him but it still upset me. I slept over at my place that night because I just needed to be apart from him to sleep off my annoyance. Sunday morning he called me and invited me out for breakfast. We met up and had a nice day out. I did get over the whole dating app thing but I just needed time to, that’s all.
I rarely write on my journal because I’m not so emotionally compromised so there’s never much to report.
I’ve decided to take a break from property hunting. I want a new job with a higher salary so I can get a bigger mortgage and have more options. I’m also waiting to see how the political landscape of the country will change things. Perhaps property prices will fall. I’m in no hurry. I’ve asked my parents to transfer the money for a deposit into my account. I’m going to invest some of it too. Either way, I feel like the pressure to find somewhere to live since me being kicked out is no longer an issue. I’ve found a room that’s central with an en suite bathroom. I’ll stay for six months and then continue property searching. I’m pacing myself.