Thrill of the Kill (676 hits)
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Submitted by Rose <KBCommando.at.msn.com> (View user info) at 2004-11-10 10:25:31 EST
I hesitate to post this under "romance" becuase you will see it's not very romantic. I am posting this in the style of my roommate's "romantic" posting because I find it the only appropriate format. The chronology makes the story. The downward spiral is familiar to those of you who have had similar experiences.
Exact date: October 23, 2004
It's Saturday. My roommate Jeanne and I have been watching football all day (gasp! yes men, there are females on the planet who actually like football) and we decide to go downtown to watch the end of the game. Our friends from Atlanta are in town and were going to come join us. Go Dawgs! So we drink and drink and watch the games then head downtown at the beginning of the 4th quarter. Our favorite and only bar of choice is pretty empty. There are about ten people sititng at the bar, a few in booths. I am not even paying attention to who is in there because I am watching the game. When Georgia/Michigan football is on, I don't care about much else. Anyways, I sit down and Jeanne exits to go get our friend from another bar.
I am sitting there, chilling, watching the game. This guy comes up to me and asks for a cigarette. I say yes, trying to be polite, but in my mind i am like "Get out of my face, I am trying to watch the GAME!" He is cute and all but I am just not in that mindset. He then proceeds to tell me how he just moved here from up north and doesn't know anyone. I invite him to sit with me and he tells me his name is Chris. I am still doing this out of the desire for him to stop talking over my concentration. He sits and we start talking. I even make a point of telling him that I am not going to be much in the conversation area until the game is over and to disregard me if I start screaming and yelling at the tv. (This is why I normally prefer to watch football in my own home, because I can get wicked). Jeanne and our friend Juan return and then later his girlfriend comes back and we are all sitting there talking. I ask Chris if he needs another drink and offer to buy him one. He is sitting with Jeanne and I am thinking for sure he will be hitting on her. That always happens so it's no big shock. We make our way to the bar and he orders possibly the most expensive drink. I am wondering why he has not offered to buy my drink, thank you very much, but oh well. Long story short, we end up sitting there all night talking. Slowly it creeps into my mind that we are flirting and that we like each other. We start holding hands (gag me, i know) but it is really sweet and I am thinking how cool it is that he actually likes me. He seems so sweet and even though we have nothing in common, it seems to be ok.
Now I have the moral dilemma in my mind of "should I bring him home with me?" We start making out because as I get progressively drunker, the public draws away from my eyes and I don't care. I wonder what Jeanne and our freinds must be thinking because I have not spoken to them all night. He says that either way we will be seeing each other again. Yeah right. I really like him though, this is what I tell myself to justify my societally "slutty" actions. He is so cute and he is 6'6 so I am sure he will be well worth the trip home. You can probably imagine the rest. Except this one funny thing. I tell him I like to cook and he keeps telling me how hungry he is so before we have sex, he eats some lemon pepper chicken I had made for dinner. Nice foreplay huh. I made him brush his teeth.
THE NEXT DAY:
He doesn't call like he said he would. Who's shocked? I sort of am even though I know it's ridiculous.
THE REST:
It gets progressively worse. I drive over to his house after being downtown on Halloween. Again, an entire day of drinking and football and going out combine to make me not the most competent driver on the road. I am blurry and trying not to weave. But I think the need for dick is high so I risk it. Jeanne and my brothers (who are in town to watch the Georgia/Florida game-GO DAWGS IT"A ABOUT TIME!!), let me go. My brothers are just relieved that we aren't going to be doing it in the same vicinity as where they are sleeping. Anyways, point being I am not coherant. I get there and he starts telling me that he has lied to me about a few things and if we are going to keep "seeing" each other, that I should know. Ummmmmmm, Ok. I am TOTALLY not in a place to have this conversation right now dude!!! He is older than he told me and he moved here longer ago than he told me. Ok, no big deal, can we start having hot drunken sex now? I fumbled my way over here, risking certain DUI and other such calamaties, and I want to do it, NOW!
It progressively goes downhill from there. We have only done it on Thursday and Sunday nights since that first time. Well, maybe one other Saturday. He smokes too much weed and doesn't like to hang out. I am starting to get the picture. The reality of the situation is that he does not like me, will not be taking me out, will not be buying me flowers (all things he said he would do, not shit i make up in my mind as some girls do). He will be using me as his beck-and-call girl. And of course I deserve it right? I brought him home the first night, I sent him dirty text messages (which guys love because it always makes their dick hard), I came over when he wanted, etc. I asked for it. But I sort of don't feel like I deserve it.
The kicker, he never got me off. Never even tried. The one time he attempted to try, he spooged on me and then just stopped. I think premature ejaculation at least deserves a good old COLLEGE try for the other person. What a work-up. He would have flipped if i ws sucking his dick and then all of a sudden I was like, oh i came, sorry. Let's go watch tv. Yeah right.
Jeanne has been steadily disapoproving as time has gone on and I know she is right. I don't need to make excuses for him. I don't need to think something is going to happen that is not. That is all "relationship" suicide. The other night was the turning point. Sunday of course. We got into a fight becuase I sent him too many text messages. He is yelling about us not getting serious and how he already has feelings for me but doesn't want ties anywhere. Yeah right.
He aksed me for money once and always asks me for cigarettes. I want to like him but we have nothing in common. He is from the North. I am from the North too but from a totally different west than his east. He is immature and selfish and it kind of sucks. I think back to the feelings I had the night we met and laugh. Jeanne and I call him Beercan Quickshot. He has a beercan dick but comes really fast. It's not even that bad becuase his dick is so big but whatever.
This probably comes across as really shallow and petty. I am sure everyone has had experience like this and lived through it. I love that I have the upper hand now. He told me not to text him as much. This was Sunday night. It is now Wednesday and yesterday he texted me around 10 am. What a sucker. I won't be responding either. He can come and fucking get it if he wants it.
He doesn't like college football, reads science fiction novels, doesn't really listen to music, went to a radiohead concert and hated it, watches pro-wrestling and constantly smokes blunts.
Why can't i find a guy who likes football as much as me, is normal and nice?????????????????????
It's killing me. Jeanne knows what I mean.
User Reviews
Submitted by scrumdown (user info) at 2004-11-12 14:39:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
A Georgia football fan with tits, I think I'm in love. Gators can all suck my sack as I beat them with my keyboard. Auburns goin down...YEAH!!!! To bad I live in Kansas now, can hardly ever get a bar to put the Georgia games on, thats if they even broadcast them here. Anyway, any dude that was not engrosed in the beating the Dawgs were dispensing is a toolbox anyway.
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
Hail to Georgia down in Dixie
Our college honored fair and true
The Red and Black is her standard
Proudly it waves!
Streaming today and the ages through
She's the fairest of the Southland
We'll pledge our love to her for aye
To that college dear we'll ring a cheer
All hail to dear old UGA!
Blow me Auburn!!!<as I run around my apartment naked spraying beer everywhere in anticitpation for tommorrow>
Submitted by KBCommando (user info) at 2004-11-12 14:16:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I am giving myself a 2, yes. just for nostalgia.
Ok, I want to respond to the real not cruel poster.
I agree with you. I do. I understand that I got back from this situation exactly what I put into it. I liked him, I was drunk. I wanted to sleep with him because I liked him. I'm not saying that is always the case but it was this time. I brought him home and that was a fatal mistake. Looking back, I guess it wasn't because that was obviously all he was out for. He didn't really like me, none of that stuff he told me was true. I can see it all more clearly now because I have let go of the feelings I had for him. I get it. I don't think that makes me a whore but whatever.
Here's the problem I have. I know there is a double standard for this kind of behavior. I think that sucks. When you went home with that girl from the pet store and fucked her, how does that not make you a person to be less respected too? You "lost all respect for her" because she slept with you on the first date but you were there too!! How is that different? What if she lost all respect for you because you slept with her on the first date? That doesn't matter because you don't need her respect, she needs you to have the relationship, etc?
It just sucks.
I am getting over it now. It's like watching a movie, it all falls into place. I am not a stupid person, I just had hope. Bad decision.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2004-11-11 09:03:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck the trolls. It's a good story. Fucking Uber users get wicked hardons from calling women whores. It makes them forget about how small their dicks are.
Submitted by Nomad (user info) at 2004-11-10 18:07:50 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Why can't i find a guy who likes football as much as me, is normal and nice?????????????????????
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I say this not out of cruelty, but out of honesty:
Because you are a whore. What kind of nice, normal man would want a woman that gives up her self respect for some dick? Go buy a dildo. Use it.
Time to take a good long look in the mirror. It's perfectly fine to go out and fuck around, if that is what you want. But don't live a double life of wanting dick yet whining about how you can't find a nice guy.
I met this girl at a pet store. Called her up, went on a date. Went back to her place and she got what she wanted.
I lost absolutley all repsect for her. And I learned a lesson. My whoring days are over.
No more one nighters, no more first date fucks. I don't think a person has to wait for years or even months - but even a couple of weeks makes all the difference.
Look, point being, don't do shit like that and then ask why you can't find what you seek. It pisses me the fuck off.
Have a nice day.
Submitted by KBCommando (user info) at 2004-11-10 15:27:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I don't think I am pissing and moaning. Just lamenting the obvious plethora of stupid bitches in the world. It's just a fucking story, meant to be funny. Chill people.
Submitted by Luckylacquer (user info) at 2004-11-10 15:18:20 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
I'm also a chick who likes football. But I don't piss and moan like you do. You got fucked and sent to the curb. Deal with it and move on. Jeez.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2004-11-10 15:13:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
just drop the useless guy. He's failed everything he told you he was going to be, and he sucks in bed on top of it?
Maybe if he hadn't lied I might have some sympathy.
Find something with potential.
Use fucking spellcheck, too.
Submitted by i_walk_alone (user info) at 2004-11-10 13:28:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
how bout them dogs . . .
piss on em
sorry, couldnt resist. good post though
Submitted by thuumblina (user info) at 2004-11-10 11:19:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great story. You speak the truth too. Boys lie.
Submitted by The_taste_of_Monkeys (user info) at 2004-11-10 11:17:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Next time he asks for a cigarette fucking burn him with one you stupid vacuos bitch.
Sorry but why the fuck do you WANT to like this socially retarded fuckwad?
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-11-10 11:04:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Malachewaii.at.aol.com Loves football, is nice, doesn't have the premature EJ,.. but I do have a downfall. I'm 6'3", instead of 6'6". Oh well, can't win em all. =P
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2004-11-10 11:01:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You're gonna go fuck him again this week. You like the assholes.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2004-11-10 10:57:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Obligatory +2 for my roommate and best friend Rose/Lanie. Good first post!
You know I don't really disapprove, I just think you're too good for him. :P