Stream of Consciousness

Welcome to the controversial life of a female player. These are my confidential confessions.

This blog is a stream of consciousness. Once my hands hit the keyboard, they do not stop typing until I am done writing. So if I get distracted, I will include those distracting thoughts or end the post abruptly.

Given its nature, I will not correct any typos I find later.

Sunday 15 March 2015

Dear Ginger


My sister once asked me how I was so sure he liked me, that guy that I was seeing at the time. I told her that I just knew because liking him didn’t hurt. Liking you hurts. My chest hurts often. That’s what it was initially like with my ex too. An emotional rollercoaster, I used to call it. Once I was his girlfriend, I’d look back at it all and laugh at myself, “Oh, I was so silly, and I had gotten it so wrong.”  

Well, looking back now, I don’t think I did have it wrong. Sure he was to fall in love with me, but it was going to be a messy four years filled with heartbreak and hurt. He loved me, he’d say, but I never really believed him. You like me, you say, and I can’t bring myself to believe you either. Maybe there’s something fundamentally wrong about these partnerships. Maybe you are both telling the truth, and I just need affection and understanding beyond what either of you could offer. I’m sorry I’m putting you in the same box as an ex, because I would hate if you did that to me, but part of me thinks you put yourself there. Thinking about it now, it’s not that I don’t believe that he loved me or that you like me. What I could never believe was that he loved me as much as I loved him and that you like me as much as I like you. 

I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not rooting for us. I want to get out, and I’ve wanted to get out since the very beginning. I fell for you and feared what would happen with you all at once, and never separately. I’ve brought it up on so many occasions. The earliest time I can remember was when you came to visit me in January. I told you I wanted to fall in love, and wondered if that was really what you were looking for – having recently gotten out of a relationship. You said it was. I’ve brought us up so many times, because I just want to get the hell out of this sooner rather than later – but you never let me. Why then am I alone in feeling so heavily invested? You’re ability to push me back to arm’s length when I get too close is frightening if not cowardly. 

What bothers me most about falling in love with you is the parallel with being in love with my ex. The difference being that I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from him at the time. I knew I should, but I couldn’t. This time, I am strong enough to walk away, and I’m just waiting for you to give me a reason to do it. Every time I doubt you, you talk it all better, but I need you to not do that. 

I need you to look beyond your feelings, because truthfully, there is no room for me in your lifeNot because you’re busy beyond reason or distant beyond repair, but because you won’t make room for me.

Wednesday 11 March 2015

Prophecy: Heartbreak

Why am I so convinced he’s going to break my heart? I have no idea. But somehow the thoughts that I was going to fall in love with him and he was going to break my heart hit me at the same time right at the beginning. He’s currently in Dominican. I’m divided between hating him and loving him. It’s funny because I know where I actually stand. I love him. I miss him so much it hurts. And I can’t wait to have him back. Then I have the skeptical part, and that’s saying oh he’s being sketchy and it’s over. But honestly I don’t believe that part one bit. I honestly believe he didn’t respond to me b/c he’s busy, his signal is weak or he didn’t know I wanted a response. My messages were for his arrival so if he was opening them there, he might not have thought I expected messages back. Maybe he’s more patient than I am. Maybe he wants us to miss each other. Anyway, I don’t really believe he’s being sketchy. I did stop messaging him though.

Why do I love him? Isn’t he supposed to fall in love with me first? Ugh that reminds me. How did this happen to me? Where did he come from and why is this happening to me?

Why would he pursue me long distance when he doesn’t want a girlfriend, esp a long distance one? What is he thinking. He’s the one who liked me- he should have known better.  I didn’t think anything was coming of any of this- of course I took him up on his free meals and drinks.


What is happening to me. Is this love? This fucking sucks.  

Friday 30 January 2015

lallala i think i'm high

So I'm incredibly sick. With what? I do not know. I feel high though. I don't know if it's the tylenol, the benylin or the fever, but I feel quite loopy.

Loopy loops.

Where is my brofriend at?!

DId I update you about my ginger fellow? well we went on a date number 4 where i met all his friendsZs. Slept over. Then I had to come back to my university town. We'd talk on the phone and stuff until he finally came to visit last weekend.

It was my first time seeing him since the holidays and it was great. I'm crazy about him. And he knows it. And he likes me too.

Oh and I call him my brofriend now haha because he's not officially my boyfriend, but he's like my boy thing friend.

I just have a feeling he's going to break my heart. I'm being monogamous and everything. I'm being good. I can't bring myself to humour other guys, because I just dont want to. And he's gonna break my heart. Wow. What a jerk.

lawl.

Sunday 18 January 2015

SoC #89 Alone With my Sleepless Thoughts

It's past 2 am, and I should have been asleep a long time ago, but I just can't. I do this funny thing when I get sort of sad: I just stay up all night doing mindless things. That's how I know if I'm sad or not. If I'm up way past my bedtime, and just sort of listening to music or surfing the web, I figure something's wrong with me. Then I figure out what after that.

The reason I think it's funny is because those are the days that we want to put behind us. We want them to go away quickly, but here I am doing this thing where I just sort of elongate it. Instead of sleeping it off asap, I kind of stare into space for a while. And by space, I usually mean a computer screen.

I think this time I'm sad because of my abortion. This is the first time I've properly thought about it since the day itself.

It feels like it was someone else's thing, not mine. It feels like it was a lifetime ago, not a month.

I suppose I'm okay. I don't even really know why I'm sad.

It was just a hard time, at the time, you know?

The baby daddy, the boy- you remember him. He's off in Europe somewhere now, but he messaged me the other day asking me how I am. I wonder why. I kind of hate when he asks me that, because I know that he doesn't have the time or energy to listen to the real answer. My real answer wouldn't be a yes or a no, it would be that I felt fantastic, but I carried the ghost of our experience with me. And nobody passing by to say hello wants to hear anything other than a "great, you?".

So I didn't answer that question. I just asked something back instead.

He shouldn't message me though. I wish he wouldn't. I hope he doesn't. We went through too much. I don't want to talk about it, and I don't need to be reminded of it. He's gone. I wish he'd just fade into the European sunset.


Saturday 10 January 2015

Soc #90 BDSM-like

I never quite understood BDSM. I can kind of get how it would heat up the situation, but I don't understand how it's heating it up in a good way. It's kind of like spicy foods. Sure you get a kick out of it, but it's a painful, awful kick that you could do without.

Well last night I went out with some friends. Prince, one of my friends, is crazy rich. He's also in fourth year at my school, but he's in the business program. The first time we ever met, two years ago, it was quite flirty and we kissed. I've made out with him a few times since then, but mostly we've become extremely platonic.

Last night though, at a toga party, he was being kind of flirty. We all went to get drunk food after the party, and him and I split a poutine. We left, and because he has the money, he wanted to take a cab despite the fact that we were only a few minutes away from the student housing area. I hopped in with him to get a ride to my place.

We got carried away talking so we were at his house before I could tell the driver that we were stopping at mine first. We spent an awkward few minutes in front of his house, deciding if we were going to need one stop or two. Finally, to make it easier, I told the cab driver that this stop was fine. He took that as a signal, I suppose, and reached for my hand. As he was paying, I was sort of biting the sleeves of my sweater, and thinking about what I had just done. We've become so platonic over the years that I didn't even understand how we got to that point that night.

We got out of the cab, and went to his room. I honestly felt incredibly awkward. I kept giggling and kinda cringing. He seemed fine though, and progressed the hook up forward. Clothes came off and we fooled around for a while. No sex. He didn't have a condom, and I was not about to tell him I was on a birth control method. Instead, I said, "it's okay, we're making poor decisions anyway."

Funny hookup though. He'd like spank me really hard occasionally. Or pin my arms down and make me kiss him. So I had to try to sit up while I was being pinned down. Just overall weird BDSM-like stuff. I thought it was interesting, but it's definitely not my thing. I'm sure he would have gotten as intense as I would allow.

Once it simmered down, we had a really fun night of cuddling and talking. That was great.

I need to sort of remind myself occasionally that I'm allowed to say no, and go home.

Thursday 8 January 2015

SoC #91 A Scandalous Affair

Last semester, I was hooking up with an Australian guy, Axel. He had the hot, careless Aussie thing going. He's an extremely indecisive human, which drove me crazy throughout the term, which is probably why I kept coming back. Even in one night, it felt like he couldn't decide if he wanted to be with me or not. He'd move from one extreme to another, from cuddling me and mumbling sweet nothings to getting out of bed and pretending I wasn't there.

Meanwhile, my evil housemate- let's call her Cruella- was casually hooking up with Axel's Scottish housemate, Jack. Well actually, they only hooked up a few times in September. It ended abruptly when she became obsessive. Quick example, she saw Jack making out with someone at a club, so she proceeded to ball her eyes out in front of him, punch a telephone poll, and wait outside his locked house for him to come home. Tip: do not make a scene and follow around your casual hookup. It creeps people out, and you will never live it down.

So Jack and Axel live together, and they are best friends. In fact, we only know them through their housemates, our guy friends, two of which subletted their rooms to foreign exchange students this year. It's the "social house" of our group of friends so we're all there all the time.

Now for Cruella and I. She used to be my best friend, briefly last year. Then I found out she was psychotic, malicious, jealous and insecure. Confronting her turned out to be the worst decision I had ever made- she went out of her way to make my life a living hell. Now, I let our relationship run on her terms. I know she's awful, but I've been living with her for so long that I'm at an equilibrium between caring about her and having no loyalty to her. She's been crazy for Jack all semester, so she uses me as a buffer to hang out with the guys more. I don't quite understand it, but as long as I'm useful to her, she's quite good to me. So I've been humouring her crazy, dead-end Jack obsession for five months.

Axel and my's thing, whatever it was, finally ended a few weeks ago. Remember I told you I was bummed so I hooked up with Tal on the friday before the holidays? It was because of Axel. On the Thursday night prior, Cruella, myself and the guys all went out.

I was #KillinIt. I wore a cute black dress and knee socks. It would have been no problem seducing Axel. Sometimes he needs seducing. (Aside: It's not my usual wheeling style but Axel is such a strange case that I had to make exceptions. Do not practice these techniques at home. Guys should not need seducing. He should be counting his lucky stars if he has the honour of getting with you.) And we had both agreed that we would see each other on Thursday. It would have been no problem, if I didn't get so drunk. At 1am, we head to the club, and the bouncers would not let me in.

Jack has been really good to me since we first met in September. Jack offered to walk me home.
Over the last month, we had been getting closer, and he would always talk to me about Axel problems.

Black out.

I wake up disoriented.

Sweet, I'm in Axel's room.
Wait.
I'm fully clothed. And Axel is not here. Omg. I slept here without him...

I check my phone. Lots of messages from Cruella:

dude have fucking fun
super not chill at all 

Jack walking me home. Man, she is cray. 

I check the guest room, and sure enough, Axel crashed there. I was so embarrassed. I went to wake up Jack. He was surprised to see me. Actually it was more than that, he seemed a bit thrown off. I get into his bed, and asked him what happened last night, and tell him that I woke up in Axel's. He told me that he walked me to his house, and I insisted on staying. When he went back to the club, it was too late, and the bouncers wouldn't let him in.

So I left Jack's room, and I kind of got angry, mostly out of embarrassment, and made Axel talk to me. He was just coming out of the shower now so he was in no mood, but we talked. He didn't say much. It was mostly me talking. The conversation can be summed up in this short dialogue:
Why are you like that? We are at least friends. You could be nice.
I'm sour, because I don't want to give you the wrong idea. 

I left upset. Jack texted me asking how it went. I told him, not ideal. I was hurt. This is someone I genuinely liked. It felt like a mini breakup.

...

Fast forward: We are back from the holidays. Axel has been sick, so he's been staying in, and I've yet to see him. We went out on Tuesday night. When Jack and I were alone for a minute, I asked him if I did anything stupid that time I blacked out. He said, kind of. He said him and I made out. I was in shock. I kept asking questions. It turns out we made out outside the house. Then we came inside. So how did I end up in Axel's bed?

I felt so awful for Axel, so I sent you there. I didn't know what was going on with you and him.
But you do now?
What?
Nothing.

And he kissed me. But really kissed me with his hand firmly placed on the back of my head. We heard voices so we broke apart.

Yesterday we all went out again. Once I found out that Jack and I kissed, I saw him completely differently. To be honest, it makes a lot of sense.

We all went out again yesterday. Jack and I flirt a bit, but mostly try not to talk too much. It's hard to read him, and me I suppose, since we're both trying our hardest to pretend nothing is there. He can't let Axel find out (guilt), and I can't let Cruella find out (fear for my life), so it's 100% confidential.

We hung out at their house until pretty late. Only two of the Scottish guys remained, when Jack and I went upstairs. I suppose we took a risk there. We went to Jack's room. I figured we were going to talk about our last kiss. Maybe he'd say something about how it was dumb, and one time thing. I started talking along those lines, but as soon as the door shut behind us, he kissed me. Then he really kissed me. Then he fingered me. And next thing I know we're having sex. Really good sex, to be honest. Unexpected and scandalous and amazing sex.

Afterwards, we cuddled for a minute. He was guilt-ridden. He was talking about Axel. Then he looked at me and said, But I can't help myself. And kissed me again. I left his place at 4 am.

If anyone finds out, we're both screwed. I have no idea if that was a one time thing. I know it should be, but I just don't know what we're thinking. I can't ever sleep there, and he can't sleep here. I can't ever hold his hand in public or dance with him or anything anymore. And Cruella's been suspicious for a while already. Now I realize it was for good reason. Realistically, there will be very few opportunities for him and I. Meanwhile, I have to listen to Cruella go on for hours about how he said hi to her last night so maybe, just maybe, he likes her now. Move on, girl. *face palm*.

Ps. Still crazy about Ginger. I think about him always, even though I'm trying not to <3

Thursday 1 January 2015

SoC #91 Few Days, Few Dates

It's 2 am, and after two awful nights of sleep, I am exhausted. I want to tell you about my last few dates in the last few days though.

#1) Second Date w/ Ginger
Classic Date Night

Ginger asks me if I'd like to see a movie. He lives in a quaint part of the heart of downtown with an old school movie theatre only a few blocks away. It seats about thirty people, and the screen is about double the size of the average living room TV screen. I loved it. I find everything oldies-themed to be so charming.

So he picks me up, and drives us downtown.  I hadn't spoken to him too much since the first date, and I had gotten so distracted with other boys that I forgot that I even liked him, to be honest. Our conversation was almost small talk- mostly about what kind of music we listen to. We are both obsessed with music.

Once we got out of the car though, he grabbed my hand quite naturally, and all the feelings came back at once. He gives me butterflies.

We had some time to kill before the movie, so we went to a local pub for drinks. I was bouncing off the walls. I do this thing when I'm with him: I kind of bounce in place like an excitable teenage cheerleader. I even did it the first date. Picture a ball of energy and happiness. That's me when I'm with him. Every. single. time. He thinks it's adorable. He knows I'm just a bubbly person, but I don't know if he realizes that he's bringing it out in me.

He's funny too. At the pub, I was sort of playing with the coasters, and he took his back and said, "nope, my coaster" with a serious look. It's endearing, and it makes me laugh. Or when he went to buy our tickets at the concession stand. I insisted that I didn't want anything, so he just gets a water bottle. I kind of reach for it while he's paying, and he slides it away from me and says, "oh, that's mine." Same joking serious tone. He looks at the cashier and says, "can you believe her?". I giggled and tried to take it from him before I gave up and playfully punched him.

We watched Top Five- seriously funny movie. We held hands or arms or something the whole time. And I had those butterflies in my stomach again.

After the movie, he took us to his home. I didn't want to have sex, so I was uncomfortable at first. Then I decided to take it easy. We opened a bottle of wine and chatted. I was kind of laying on the couch with my legs on his lap. I felt very adult the whole time.

We went upstairs to his room. He went to put on music, so I sat on his lap. We kissed, and he carried me to the bed. I ended up topless, but that's as far as I was willing to go. He drove me home at 2am, but I don't think either of us wanted to leave.

#2) Date with an Aussie
An Awful Date with an Aussie

I met an Australian guy off Tinder. In an attempt to replace my last Australian experience, and to learn more about Australia (planning on moving there for a year between undergrad and medical school), I accepted his offer to go for drinks.

He looks quite Australian. Blonde, medium build, fair skin, 23 years of age.

We went to a dim lit bar downtown. I met him there, and he was late.

He walked in. I hugged him. We ordered drinks. We chatted.

Turns out we have a ton in common. He's here for a year. I was planning on living in Melbourne when I'm in Australia for a year, which is where he lives. We both took biology in undergrad. He is a medical student, and I just applied. That being said, I felt zero chemistry.

The feelings were not mutual. While he was super into me, I was just thinking that what I felt with Ginger was actually kind of rare.

This guy even let me pick up the bill. I was unimpressed and turned off.

We went to another bar after a few rounds of drinks. I had two hours to kill until my sister was picking me up, so I decided to get drunk. This bar was hidden in an alley- pretty hipster place. He bought the drinks here, and indeed, I got drunk. We made out and kissed a lot, I think. We also held hands or something at some point. It was whatever though. I was really just drunk.

And the date got so much worse. 1) He kept leaving to go smoke cigarettes. Cigarettes are already unattractive, but being left for 10 minutes at a time is even worse. 2) He talked about his ex too much, which is the reason he even moved to Canada. This was a 2-3 month thing. How attached can you get? 3) He professed his love for me. I'm exaggerating, but man it was way too much. He essentially asked me to be exclusive. He deleted his tinder in front of me, and promised to cancel a date he had scheduled in a few days. He was planning our next date, and a visit to my college campus. I was honestly in shock. I remember thinking, what the hell man, you met me off tinder, clearly I have issues. Commitment issues. No intentions of ever seeing this guy again.

#3) Date with My Bae
Meet the Parents

So this guy is great. I'll just call him Bay. Bay is actually 19 years old- so two years younger than me. He is Italian. About 6 feet, brown hair, athletic build, chiseled jaw. Good looking guy that holds himself with lots of confidence that is easily confused with arrogance. He is in the commerce program at my school, which is one of the best business programs in Canada. Before that, he went to a crazy expensive private school. So he definitely comes from money. His mom is some big-time lawyer with a million and one connections to everyone. His summer jobs are all lined up for him with minimal effort on his part. Aside from all that, he is truly great. He treats me like a million bucks, and does all the littles (pays for everything; he opens doors; he brings me food if I'm sick/busy). Those were pretty superficial examples, but you get the idea.

I've been seeing him since October. We met at a house party, and we kind of stuck together right away. We left the party and went to the local club together, and then he came over. We didn't have sex, because I was on my period. The next morning we talked until he had yoga. After that we went on a bunch of dates- he even cooked me dinner once.

BRB i'm passing out. I will resume this tomorrow morning. Still have one more date to discuss :P.
Okay I'm back. It's 2 am again. Prime time blogging.

So where was I? bla bla bla cooked me dinner. Got it.

The only problem was that it was pretty obvious that he really liked me pretty early on. I still did really like him. I still do-ish. It comes and goes. I really liked him when the holidays started, about a week ago. He got sick, and he had to cancel plans with me twice. He also essentially disappeared. Hence why I liked him so much. Then he got better, which is great, but it meant that he was too available again. And to be honest, I had kind of moved on in that time. I'm sure it'll come back, so I'm not going to mess anything up. I do feel a bit guilty for having these thoughts. He knows me really well though, so he doesn't reply to my texts on purpose. It helps our relationship. Wow, I sound really fcked up. I probably am.

Before my third date with Ginger, I did have feelings for Bay. When he got better, we had a date night. He picked me up at my home, and I introduced him to my parents. This is a huge deal. I never let anyone meet my parents. I suppose I was thinking that if I was the relationship type, this guy would be my boyfriend. And it's been three years since I've been single, so they must be wondering who I've been running around with in that time. He's bring-home material, so why not? It'll probably be another three years until I feel that comfortable again.

He took us to a fancy restaurant. We had drinks, main entrees and a dessert. He's healthy though, so I ate the dessert all by myself. White chocolate brownie with ice cream. It was alright. Then we went to the cinema to watch Unbroken. That movie was traumatizing. When it was done, we kind of stared at the screen for a minute in silence. The silence broke when I started to cry, and Bay muttered, "what the fck was that." Then he drove us home, and gave me my Christmas gift. He bought me Godiva chocolates, and a Buddha board. I've recently started painting, so it was incredibly thoughtful and sweet.

I can't believe how well he knows me already. The thing about Bay is that I am 100% myself with him. I've never felt that way about anyone. I don't even white lie with him. I can just be myself, and he totally accepts it. He even knows all my commitment issues, and he humours them. He gives me tons of space, and he's told me not to tell him about other guys.

It was a great date though. He came over the next morning to drop off some things I accidentally left with him. He brought me a coffee from Starbucks, and hung out with my sister and mom for a bit. He's great, which is why I feel awful that I can't stop thinking about Ginger.

#4) Third Date with Ginger 
Falling Hard

Ginger asked me out again, and he gave a bunch of creative offers for what we could do for our date, but I suggested going to dinner. He picked me up and drove us to his (downtown) house. Then we walked a block to a wonderful little Italian restaurant located in our city's busy intersection. The restaurant's walls were all brick, and it was lit by dim lights and candles. The hostess took us to a table that was surrounded by three brick walls. It felt like we were lost in a busy room. Perfect for ignoring the world and getting lost in your date.

I sat down, but I couldn't sit still. I was doing that jumping off the walls thing again. Kept bouncing up and down in my seat. Ginger looked at me with adoring eyes, and mumbled something about me being "really cute." He thinks it's nice that I get so excited about life. I think it's nice that he makes me feel like skipping.

I honestly have no recollection of what we talked about. Can't remember a single thing. Kind of strange. I just know that it was perfect, whatever it was.

We ordered a fancy mozzarella appetizer, pastas for the main, and sangrias for drinks.

We walked back to his after, and we held hands the whole way. When my fingers got cold, he put both of our hands in his jacket pocket.

At his house, we opened a bottle of wine and talked for a while. Mostly about music. Once I get going on song structures, it's hard to get me to stop. Then we put on the romcom The Other Woman, as recommended by our server. I thought it was the funniest movie ever. I love strong independent women as leads. I also love emotional, typical romcom characters. So I was crazy about the two main characters. Great movie and company. We laughed and commented the whole time.

We talked more when the movie was over. He told me that he has a youtube channel where he puts up his drum covers. He plays the drum. I laughed out loud for a good few minutes. I had to see it. I expected to keep making fun of him when he showed me, but he was so good that there was nothing funny about it. He is an awesome drummer, and he promised he'd teach me in the morning.

We had sex, of course. It was great, and I finished way too quickly, but to be honest, I'm extremely paranoid about condoms now. And how could I not be? I went to make sure the condom was there about midway through, and it was not. It had slipped off. We put a new one on and kept going.

We are both aggressive cuddlers, so we cuddled all night and well into the next day. When we finally got out of beds, it was to feed our empty tummies. Then he taught me a few drum beats, and I kind of killed it. I met a few of his housemates, who all seem great. He drove me home at 2pm.

I'm pretty smitten. I can't stop thinking about him. Bold comment coming on: I could see myself falling in love with him. No more of those thoughts though, because tomorrow is my last day in this city. Heading back to university in two days. We're hanging out tomorrow night; he's trying to plan an outing with his housemates. I suppose that means he wants me to meet everyone. And then I'm off. Ah well, it happens.