Okay...I know for a fact that this will end up being epic no matter what, but I need a little reassurance.
My friend Rob is coming down from Idaho on a Mecca and we've set aside an entire day to get blasted out of our minds on a variety of substances and basicly just party our brains out for about 24 hours straight.
The plan is to start at my place, take in the beauty of the day at the local park while the chemicals start entering our bloodstream, head for a club to dance our booties off till 2 in the morning, then retreat to my place or his hotel room for chill out, further chemical inebriation, massages (we're both big fans of X) and whatever else we come up with.
He knows I am a stripper. I know he is a lonely college boy trapped in the desolation that is Boisy (sp?) Idaho. He knows that I will generally take any excuse to ditch my clothing (clothes and I are like oil and water, I'm just more comfortable topless at any given time) in a heartbeat and he also knows that I am a flat-out notorious makeout artist.
As planning has gone down through massively long text conversations, message board PMs, and Myspace messages, things have progressively become spicier. I did not realise before tonight that he actually has a bit of a crush on me.
And this is where things get interesting. We met via the Blaqk Ink Style message boards (as featured in my sig!) and so despite massive amounts of chit chat and IMs etc, we've never actually met. I know he's not a creep cause I have confirmation from people I've met in real life that have also met him in real life. However, since the two of us are the wild children of BIS and actually make up the notorious "Team Underage Alcoholica" we've been trying to keep the plans quiet on the board itself.
Five bucks says there will be epicly drunk/high/generally fucked up posting going down since we'll be spending time at my place...which is the location of my computer. A further ten bucks says incriminating photography could enter the mix, leading to massive screams of laughter from fellow boardies and general outcry and rolling eyes from the straight edge contingent.
What I'm more concerned with is the fact that my penchant for nudity and making out with random guys will combine with his little apparent crush on me and naughty things with awkwardness ensuing when we finally return to earth.
Could I please get a chorus of reassurance that I'm not being the most monumentally stupid person on the planet?




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If it gets awkward, then that's no surprise. Hopefully it does not end that way. & that's that!

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