Rollin' Like A Fat Kid Chasing a Donut Down A Hill

THURSDAY
No word from Mex. I'm not going to contact him. We'll see how long it takes him to call me. Or if he will at all.

Super cute texts with Q. I'm actually really excited for him to come visit on Saturday. I hope it goes well. And I hope I get some! Sure that sounds shallow but a girl has got to get hers. Even if we meet and I don't see much of a future, I can still enjoy the few days he's here, right? It's been since New Years with Vanilla and god knows I could use a fresh doese of flavor up in this place. If it's up to me we will spend all Sunday morning in bet getting acquanted before the Superbowl comes on.

I'm going to the gym tonight to get a membership. It's been so long I'm not sure I will remember what to do. Maybe Q and I will get off to a super sexercise program. That would be stellar! But of course that would only be a weekend workout routine.

I try to avoid Luck at work so I don't staple his face shut. He finds me anyway and kisses my ass to make up for me calling him out on being a jerk the day before. He needs to do a lot more kissing up for me to remain on my good side.

FRIDAY
Q convinces me to let him come down tonight instead of tomorrow. I so hope it goes well. Guess we will see in a few hours. Yikes! Something tells me this could be big. I hope I'm right.

FRIDAY NIGHT
Simply put, this weekend was amazing. It could not have went any better. Q got into town at 7:45. He was very shy and quiet at first. We stopped at Fair's to pick some stuff up before we grabbed a bit to eat. After dinner we went to a bar and played some darts and talked. I hate to admit this but he beat me both games, even though he had never played before. This instantly made me think of Von and I the first night we met. It annoyed and frightened me for a minute. It's not that I'm that much of a poor loser, but a lot of things Q does and says reminds me of Von. The good Von that I instantly fell in love with. It's a little scary because it makes my brain go into heart defense mode. I have to remind myself many times that Q is Q, not Von. And the ways he reminds me of Von are good things that I loved. All I can do is try to be guarded and hope that Q doesn't turn into an asshole too.

We get back to the house around midnight and head to bed. I want him and it's obvious he feels the same. We've hardly been able to keep our hands off of each other all night. We lay down and talk and I can't stop kissing him. It's taking all my might not to rape him. We continue talking and kissing, which leads to exploring. Eventually things get more heated. By the time the actual sex rolls around I am like putty in his hands. He is all about pleasing me and making me smile. Every kiss and caress and move he makes does this. The sex lasts a for a few hours. We are both so worn out we can barely see straight. He pulls me in to cuddle and holds me close. My body trembles. He kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. It was hands down the most sensual experience I can recall in the 18 years I've been having sex. I can't stop smiling and part of me has to fight back tears. I fall asleep in his arms.

SATURDAY
I wake the next morning to Q curled up behind me and lightly kissing my neck and back. It's only been a couple of hours but I turn over, ready to see if last night was for real or just an angelic fluke. It is NOT a fluke. If possible, it was even more amazing. The same thing happens in the afternoon as well.

Q and I have dinner with Yommey and S. After that, we go to Fair's divorce party. Its a good time and she is glowing. We destroy the shirt I made her for her bachelorette party and it is a liberating and joyous ritual. The four of us go to a club. Yommey and I decide that if these boys think they are going to stay around awhile, they better learn the family card games. They not only catch on quickly, but they beat us. So not cool. They bar is fun and Q is opening up with everyone else a lot more.

We return home and it's on like Donkey Kong. Not only is the sex as mind-blowing as previously, but he also pulls out a few new tricks that nearly blow my mind. We spend the next 12 hours yapping away, cuddling, having sex, and occasional naps in between. I feel like a high schooler that can't keep her hands off her first boyfriend. I simply can't get enough of him. I could kiss him for days. What the hell is wrong with me?!

SUNDAY
S decides they need to leave during halftime of the Superbowl. I am so sad to see him go. It's ridiculous. We've been together for three days straight and he will be back next weekend. I give him a plethora of hugs and kisses and tell him to text me when he gets home. He texts me about 20 minutes later just to tell me thank you and that he misses me. He's so frickin' cute! I hate when a guy can make me giddy. It feels like I'm losing control.

We text back and forth most of his drive home. He asks me again when I'm going to be his girlfriend. I tell him whenever we are ready. He writes "how about now?". Haha. I can't get neough of this guy. We talk before I go to sleep. My bed feels kinda lonely without him. His last text puts a smile on my face that is still on my lips when I wake up in the morning.

MONDAY
As has become the norm, super sweet texts with Q all morning. He tells me he can't stop smiling and hopes he can make me smile everyday. I try to play it cool so he doesn't know that I haven't stopped smiling since the moment I looked at him.

After work I go welcome my new nephew into the world. If he was any cuter it would be illegal. I kind of want to steal him but I'm pretty sure they would find me. I just held him and smiled and wished I had one of my own. I wonder for a second, if Q and I had a baby together, what it would look like. Holy crap, check me for a fever. I think I'm losing my fuckin' mind.

I go to the gym after I get home and kick my own ass all over the place. It's hard to describe how out of shape I have gotten in the last year. Wow. I ran for a few minutes on the treadmill. Not a big deal to your average person but when you have boobs like mine flopping about and you're pulling as much weight as I've put on, it feels like a major, major accomplishment. I'm pretty sure all muscles I have will be sore tomorrow.

TUESDAY
My arms and abs are like Jell-O under a hot Phoenix sun. Totally useless to me this morning.

Texts with Q bright and early. We chit chat and sweet talk as usual. I can't wait for Friday so I can see him again. If things go as well as last weekend did I might be toast. I am really liking him. Usually the boyfriend thing would freak me out and make me sabotage but it hasn't. I can't really find anything to complain about with him. He's kind of shy at first but there are worse things in the world he could be.

He asks me today when I'm going to marry him. I almost fall off of my chair laughing. This from the guy with committment issues? I tell him when he figures out he can't live without me I will marry him. He says he's already figured that out. Says he's had two relationships that lasted longer than four years and he knew they weren't right. He says he knew the minute he kisse dme that this was it. I tell him I've only been his girlfriend for two days and we probably shouldn't pick out china patterns yet. Q says he is ready and will wait until I am too.

I've been proposed to numerous times but never via text! I ask him where my ring and romantic proposal are. He says I will get both. I joke that luckily I have a gorgeous wedding dress that's never been work, courtesy of Von, that I should have sold two years ago. Q says it's because I knew he was coming that I didn't get rid of it. I tell him I dreamed that someone would come. He says my dream just came true.

I text Yommey to reality check my sorry ass. She says "well at least you could wear your dress." Really? Can I get a "your outta your mind two even dare to envision a future with a guy you've only known a few weeks!!". Nope. I guess not. Odd. Very odd. She tells me to enjoy myself and just roll with it. I tell her I am rolling with it. I'm rollin' like a fat kid chasing a donut down a hill. And it's kind of fun.

Q continues to make remarks about it all day long. I tell him I can't marry him because his last name is the same as a villian on one of my favorite TV shows and I can't have that last name. He thinks I'm funny. It's easy to want to marry me after a few days. We all know this is my curse. Remember, I'm easy to fall in love with. Kind of like a puppy. You see the puppy and it looks up at you with it's gorgeous eyes and it's playful, cuddly, loveable and just steals your heart. Then you get the puppy home and it pees on the floor and barks at all hours of the night and rips the shit out of everything you own if it doesn't get enough attention. I imagine this is what life can be like with me sometimes. Once they realize this puppy is a stubborn little bitch with a mind of her own, well, then I'm on my own. Nobody sticks around to see how loyal I am and that I will be your best friend for the next 30 years. And I can't really blame them for splitting. I will rip shit up if provoked...or bored...or neglected. I'm a very naughty little puppy.

TUESDAY NIGHT
Get a text from BigBoi. Huh? I haven't heard from you in over a month. I don't respond. He calls and I answer to see what he wants. He asks me to go watch a game with him and get a drink. I tell him I'm busy and taking 30 some odd days to return a call isn't working for me. He says he's been busy. I make it clear to him that I have been too and I don't have time for him now. He tells me to call him later if I change my mind. I erase his number from my phone.

Vanilla IM's me out of nowhere. This is wayyyy to entertaining, not to share. I know it's because he has seen my new status on facebook and the pictures of Q and I. He's fishing and I'm not biting...at first. I ask how his life is and he says it's weird and asks what is new with me. I say the new job blows, the gym is kicking my ass but the new guy is amazing. He instantly jumps on it. "A new guy, huh? I knew it wouldn't take you long to find someone." He then proceeds to tell me how he met someone (duh) but that he really loved the single life and he's torn. He hates going home to an empty house and likes having someone there with him. I go off on him that he's not ready to be in a relationship and he isn't being fair to himself or her. I tell him he can't be with someone just to be with someone. That is ridiculous and selfish. He doesn't really like what I have to say. Go figure. He brings it back around to my new boy. I know what he's thinking. He wants me to say that if he was single we could mess around again and then he could have the best of both worlds. That's not going to happen. Even if I didn't have Q right now, I wouldn't go there again with Vanilla. He had way too many chances and he doesn't deserve any more. When he figures out that I might actually be happy and would never consider him as an option again, he brings up the fact that my friends and I call him Vanilla. This turns into a little tantrum on his part. I try to be rational and explain it to him as an adult but he's just being a sensitive little bitch about it. He reiterates again, as if I don't already know, that it really hurt his feelings. I tell him I'm sorry and it wasn't a slight on him. He says ok with a sad face. I say, "I'm not sure what else to tell you. It is what it is." With that, he signs off. I'm sorry, Vanilla. I know most people don't tell you the truth when you don't want to hear it but that's me and that's just how I roll. You know, like a fat kid chasing a donut down a hill. Roll on, Player, roll on.