Going Home

Thanks Blogger, it's been fun, but I am officially back at my old spot and happy to be there.

If you'd like to keep reading, find me at http://notoriousv.wordpress.com

Thanks!

Well, It Was Worth A Shot

Okay kids, my experiment is over. I tried blogger, and it was okay. But I raked in a total of $3 bucks in two months from my ads, and that's just not really worth it. I miss the Wordpress features, and how much prettier the site was.. so from now on you can find me at my old site address at http://notoriousv.wordpress.com. I'm really sorry if you have to change bookmarks.

I really appreciate your willingness to put up with my experiment. I guess I will have to settle for a blog that doesn't make money, but is satisfying in so many other ways. Because it is, and gosh dern it, I luv you guyz!

So here's the game plan: I'm going to re-post all the posts on this site over to my old one, and they'll all show up as if they were posted the same day, and I suppose I can't repost the comments, but it's the best I can do to keep it all together. Bear with me, and I promise you everything will be back to normal soon as pie.

The Real Thing?

Sorry I've been MIA for the past couple days everyone. It's been busy, emotional, and completely insane.

Last night I was at Roseboy's, wrapped in the fuzziest blanket from the waist down, wrapped in his hairy arms from the waist up. My head half on his shoulder, half on the pillow, my lips slightly below and behind his ear, kissing and kissing.

I whispered in his ear, against all my better judgment, "I'm falling for you." Without pause, he said, "I've already fallen."

Then he got very flustered and agitated. He started speaking really fast, using his hands. His words were jumbled and confused... but basically he was saying how strange this all was, and how much it scared him that he was feeling this way, so soon, and at the end of his spastic explanation a sentence just tumbled out of his mouth: "I fucking love you."

My heart fluttered and jumped inside my ribcage. I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "I love you!"

It was if he was in shock. "I never say it first," he said. "But I've been holding it back for two weeks... I don't know why, what's the point? If you feel it you should say it, right? I mean, I think I'm old enough to know, right?" He just rambled on and on. Terrified.

"I mean," he said, "I can see our life together." He closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead, embarrassed. "I can even see our kids."

"They'd be short." I say. "Yes, but cute." "Very cute."

I have never been able to talk about marriage or kids or anything like that with a guy before. One boyfriend started picking out furniture for our "future," for "fun," and I told him right then and there that I would never marry him. He said I was mean. "Honest," I said.

And from the agitation, I can tell that Roseboy isn't used to this kind of talk either. In fact, he told me that usually in his past relationships, girls would say "I love you" and he would decide right then that he needed to end it.

It's so new, and so strange.

I've always thought that "love at first sight" was bullshit. I am starting to wonder if I was too quick to judge. This wasn't love at first sight, but it was certainly fast, and felt right... right from the very beginning. It feels different, it's strong and it's intoxicating. Is this it? Is this what it feels like when you meet Mr. Right?

And am I blowing this way out of proportion? Am I reading far too much into the little coincidences- like the fact that we have the same ringtone and like the same music and went to the same camp when we were 14... Am I reading too much into our sexual compatibility? Our the fact that we were both punky little alterna-kids in high school?

It's so intense. I feel drunk. And terrified. And so happy.

Is this really happening?

I told him the cheesiest line. It came out sounding exactly like a "line" from a movie... but the thing is, it's true, and exactly how I feel.

"You are what I've always been looking for, I just didn't know it until I met you."

And even still he managed to out-cheese me.

"I had a dream when I was 15, about a girl, 'the one.' She looked alot like you. She had the same freckles around her mouth. That's what I remember, her mouth. It's your mouth."

Photo Graphic Possibilities

Traditionally, whenever my hit counter jumped another 10,000 I try to show my gratitude by posting some pictures of one various body part or another. It's strange because even though I started the hit counter on this site at the same point as the one on my original site, but this one isn't growing nearly as fast as my old one. Maybe it's because I'm not getting as many hits from Google searches, or perhaps this hit counter has higher standards than the first... but either way, my old site has reached 72,000 hits and I want to celebrate that accomplishment in the manner I always have.

Last night Roseboy told me his favorite part of me was my mouth, and how it didn't seem to be captured correctly in the pictures of me he had seen. He mentioned that we didn't have any pictures of the two of us together. "No, we don't." I wasn't sure what kind of pictures he was referring to, and to be honest, I don't remember what he said to lead me to believe he was talking about dirty ones. I made some crack about making sure they were flattering, and he said we could go through and edit them together.

"We'd have to be careful about what happens to them," I say.

"You could hold onto them," he replies. "I don't mind what happens to them, if they end up on the internet or whatever."

"You wouldn't mind them on the internet?" I ask. "Even ... my blog?" He just grinned at me.

I told him about this website. I shouldn't have. I didn't tell him how to find it, and I didn't really give too many details about it besides that I wrote about him, and I wrote about sex.

"Have you ever done that before?"

"Take dirty pictures?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, but never with anyone else."

"You mean, of yourself?"

"How else do you think my blog got so popular?"