Absolutely mind blowing, world changing, earth shattering, bed rocking, wall knocking, screaming, moaning sex.
The reason why I can’t let him go. The reason he can’t let me go.
I was always told sex complicates things…
And Two May 24, 2008
So The Dentist showed, only to turn back around. I missed the boat. Literally. The one he tried to convince me to go on and I took the earlier one. So he ended up hooking up with some other chick and is now following her. Oh well. For the best.
I ended up hooking up with a fellow Canuck for some great nookie, twice. He was a chill guy, funny enough, the same age as George. I don’t get what’s with me and older guys recently. Maybe it’s a subconscious thing.
Oh! I saw a dead body in the road yesterday! I love third world countries! I wasn’t worried thoug because I’m all hardcore and such. Though it does remind me that I stillneed to get a machete! I’m planning on getting my diving certification this week so prepare to be bored to tears with details of my underwater adventures!
I’m Such A Schoolgirl May 22, 2008
So The Dentist should be arriving today if the plan was as it was when I left my island. And I’m giddy. Like a schoolgirl. It’s kind of sad and pathetic but at the same time so wonderful. For my sake, please hope he shows up. If he doesn’t, I’m still leaving for the next country in the morning.
Oh, he has my phone because I accidently left it under my pillow on the island. So if not for romance, for my poor phone. Somedays, I really do wonder about me. Most days though, I wonder about everyone else.
What’s the verdict? Am I pathetic?
I Am A Horrible Blogger May 12, 2008
I do apologize for my shitty updating. I could give you every excuse in the book like that I was drinking to much, playing in the sun, swimming, checking out ruins, sleeping and just enjoying being away from all this technology and the need to check in but they are bullshit excuses. Real ones, but bullshit none the less.
In all honestly, laziness has gotten the better of me. I mean, my hostel is right behind (or in front) of the internet cafe. The swimming beach, bar and grocery store are all farther away than here. I’m also cheap. It’s like $7/hour here for internet. Yes, $7. That almost 3 beers or 6 rum and cokes during happy hour. See what I mean?
That and I’ve been failing hard on the hook up front. Mainly because I’m spending so much time on this island and don’t want to get a reputation. Not that I care, but I just prefer to not be known as the chick that takes a different guy home every night. Though there was this one really sweet guy that I was hanging with. It took him three days to make it known he was interested. It was adorable. I know guys don’t like being called that but that’s how it is.
Oh! I wrote a wicked updated version of “Favourite Things” from the Sound of Music, but I left it in my book in the hostel and I’m not about to go back to get it. Again, laziness wins. If it makes you guys feel better, I haven’t updated my paper journal since the 5th of May. And that thing was being updated like crazy. Oh! And I’ve yet to take any real pictures here. Go me!
I lost my voice the other day due to: karaoke, trivia, drunken singing and probably an excess of beer, rum and cigarettes. I blame the karaoke though. Because karaoke is evil.
The best thing ever: there is a sports bar that shows hockey! Yay for watching semi’s!
And One April 26, 2008
Let me start off by saying that my mission isn’t to score as much as possible, nor is it to not get laid, nor is it to find that perfect someone. My mission is to have fun and if any of the above happens in the process, then that is just how it is.
Now for the fun part. I got laid! Finally! I have this wicked bad cold, probably from trying to adjust to the climate and I’m sure all the drinking I’ve done since I got here hasn’t helped me much. Last night was a non-drinking night because of that. And maybe a little bit because of the half bottle of rum I consumed while playing Kings/Ring of Fire the night before. But more so because of the wicked bad head cold I was suffering from.
I’ve been hanging out with a lot of different people from the hostel, hitting up the beach, going out to the bars, making meals and just general hanging out. I took a liking to one of the guys, not in any particular way, we just got on well. So he, myself and several others had been lounging ocean side most of yesterday, grabbed dinner and went back to the hostel to hang out before the usual Friday night rager that occurs in most beach towns. We bar hopped and ended up at the final one (where we always end up last). He and I were sitting at a table talking, blah, blah blah. Something about age came up and I asked him how old he was. He told me 34 and that he was old. I laughed and told him he wasn’t and I had dated someone (George) who was about twelve years older than I. He than asked how old I was. He quickly did the math and made some comment. So I replied with my standard age is just number.
Anyways, the night progressed, we went up to his room, watched some TV. He started rubbing my back, then we started making out and well, I think you can figure it out from there. Go me!
He’s helping out my country count (of all the guys I’ve ever slept with):
Canada
United States
South Africa
Switzerland
Me thinks me needs some more diversity.
