My Blog Ruined My Game...

I have previously mentioned that although this blog is anonymous, I do have friends and some family (although I did request that my mother cease reading a couple of weeks ago) that do read it. In the past my only consequence to this would be second guessing if indeed what I had posted was too much for these people to read, and thus know, about me. I, however, am pretty much just me all the time and people know this.

When JP came to visit about a month ago she was explaining to her boyfriend about how I have had phone sex, and how overall I am just a very sexual person. He replied, "So this is who you are staying with? Great."

I had the pleasure of meeting B for the first time when I returned home for my birthday last weekend when he was baptized with fire into the world that is OCG. Returning to JP's while performing the walk of shame a time or two and crawling into bed with them to relive my previous evening's experience he heard about OCG in full force.

On my birthday morning, I decided to hop in the tub and take a lingering bubble bath and let the house sleep. As people slowly arose JP, B and Crazy joined me in the bathroom and the girls and I got into a bubble fight. Crazy dove at me towards the tub just as I heard B saying something. By the time that I understood that he was repeatedly saying, "Your phone! Your phone!" it had already joined me in the tub. My phone, my only connection to the world on this, my 30th birthday, was dead. I had not only lost my constant companion, but I also didn't have anyone's phone numbers. Fuck.

B left. JP and Crazy joined me in the bath and we commenced our day. A family birthday party was attended, naps were taken and we headed out for our evening starting at a martini bar, complete with my tiara placed atop my noggin'. I met up with LaLo, SB (both flew to Ptown as well to celebrate my day), Hot Momma and Iam.

People joined including a few of Hot Momma's friends from work (who only know me through the blog). One of the boys had piqued Crazy's and my interest. Cute as a button (CAAB), and rumors flowing about his choice to be abstinent... I saw "brand new challenge" sitting in front of me. CAAB said something to me, I blushed, giggled, and coyly said "well I wouldn't know about that...". At which point one of his friends turned to me and said, "I have totally read your blog... and you are completely lying."

Well now... I done. Next....

We left and moved to a club to go dancing. Crazy, LaLo and I moved to the dance floor and as we began dancing and I did my obligatory drunk move of sliding down Crazy's body to a crouch position then slowly sliding back up.

A boy, quickly dubbed by LaLo as 'Justin Timberlake' came over and told me that I did the hottest move ever and then proceeded to bust out in his "Rock Your Body" moves all around me. As LaLo later told me, I stood there looking at him for about 5 second, figured out how I could dance with him, and we began our groove thang.

Now LaLo's boyfriend SB is my amazing pseudo boyfriend. Jars that need opening, bugs needing to be killed and men giving me hard time will be promptly dealt with and taken care of. At the martini bar a gentleman came up to me and began talking to me, and one of my blovers ("blog lover"... as dubbed by LaLo) got bristly with the unknown man. This blover apologized to me afterward in case I thought he had been too rude to the man. I assured him that I was okay, but if I needed help in any way SB would take care of it.

I relayed this story to SB, and he completely agreed, "OCG if someone fucks with you, they will be fucked over. I don't care if you are up in your house with some guy and I hear you call my name, I will be up there and he will be thrown over the edge of your balcony, no questions asked." I have utterly no doubt in my mind that this wouldn't happen, SB takes care of his OCG.

I was on the dance floor dancing with Justin Timberlake and I looked up to see SB standing in the entrance to the dance area. A large parka (‘It’s so cold in Ptown', he believes), aviator sunglasses, toothpick hanging out of his mouth and a very pissed expression on his face was worn.

I looked just behind me to see LaLo dancing with some guy. Fear consumed my face and I looked back up to SB. Justin Timberlake saw my face and looked behind him to see whom I was looking at, saw SB standing there intimidatingly pissed (thinking he was looking me), and Justin Timberlake took off leaving me standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. Thanks a lot SB.

I returned to the rest of my friends, apparently had a heart to heart with B about JP in which I was later told I ended it by saying, "But if I find out that you hurt her in any way I will jump on the next flight up here, tear off your balls and kick your ass. I am not joking, so please don't test me." (That tiara topped OCG certainly is a gem, isn't she?)

He then introduced me to Dijon (my memory {while intoxicated} is so incredibly bad I actually thought his name was Dijon, until corrected the following day by JP... I didn't think anyone's parents would name their child after a mustard.) Dijon is a beautiful 6' 8" man on B's basketball team. I just have faint recollections is of B telling me, "OCG he's a really good guy."

And although the following didn't happen, as I do not remember it... apparently some girl in a tiara and slightly revealing booby shirt was seen making out with Dijon on one of the couches in the lounge area our group was in and doing a peek-a-boo show and tell with one of her girls...

And all of this fun without any connection to the outside world. Who knew that was possible.