So, long story short, my ex found out through the grapevine that I am now being courted by yummylicious vastly superior Mr. Marine, and the resulting incidents have proven to be largely unexpected and immensely entertaining.
Okay, long story short, and it may already be obvious but I'm definitely a Bob-Marley listening, incense-lighting, purveyor of raw cookie dough herb connosieur. I needed to stock up today, and my usual supplier was bone dry. I was rather desperate, so I did the only thing I could do was get ahold of another supplier via my ex.
This crazy bastard drove almost three hours total today between picking me up, meeting up with dude man, and taking me back to my house. He didn't ask for money for gas, and HE DIDN'T ASK FOR HERB MONEY EITHER.
Easily $80. Then, he tried to kiss me and was calling me babe and all this shit, and then he sends me a message on yahoo later telling me he wants to have sex with me (this is the guy who wouldn't fuck me for almost four months)
You have GOT to be kidding me. I have several options here:
A) Tell him to go fuck himself. (Possible consequences: lose reefer hook-up)
B) Fuck him once to say I broke his resolve, rub it in his face, and then send him on his merry way. (Definite consequence: lose reefer hook-up)
C) String him along thinking I'm going to fuck him for as long as possible while weaseling as much money/material possessions as humanly possible.
Any thoughts?



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