Wtf is up with blogger latley? I'm about tired of it taking an hour to log in. I didn't sleep well but I got a lot of sleep. I'm still exhausted. I'm happy today because Lost is on. It's ok to have an addiction to TV, it's harmless. What's better? A friend from work is going to go to aerobics tonight with me! I won't mention, how I havn't gone in 5 days. I don't feel much like doing anything. Men blow the big one. Being alone is hard. I know it'll get better. Easier. And...we ARE still talking. My ex Z called yesterday. Don't think it wasn't extremely tempting to just have a hot steamy session. Take my mind off of things. In order to be in better spirits today, here's a story about another ex.
I was reminded of the incident, cus I was watching on Oprah, medical problems most people have, but are embaressed to talk about. One such problem, was 'losing a tampon'. To which the Dr. kept saying, they aren't lost, they are just stuck. And most women don't know they are there, they go to the Dr. for other reasons, and they are found.
I know if this hasn't happened to you, you're probably thinking "what a dumbass". No, that hasn't happened to me, but I did have a problem of equally disgusting proportions. And since I have no shame, I'll share that story with you.
It was about 4 years ago, I was dating TWDSO (the ex) and at the time, I still thought the sex was pretty awesome. Amazing what being celibate for a while will fool you into thinking, right?
Anyway, we were at the Rolling Rock concert in Pennsylvania for the night, and we got a hotel room to rest our drunk, weary heads. In the morning, we were trying to have some sex, when our friends kept calling, and we said we'd be down in a minute. They wanted to go to breakfast. Next, came the knocking on the door, they were ready to leave. Really, they were being haters cus they weren't having any sex. Assholes.
When we were rushed into completion, TWDSO said "where's the condom?" I said "it probably came off in the sheets or something". So, he searched the bed while I rushed to get ready to check out of our hotel room. "I can't find it". Great. Just what you want the maid to find, right? Being the concerned person I am I took everything off of the bed, shook it out, looked under the bed, it was nowhere to be found, meanwhile, friends pounding on the door, right? We had to go, and I thought 'sucks to be the maid!'.
We went to breakfast, then had roughly a 3 hour trip to get home. We never gave that condom a second thought. To not be graphic, two days later I'm thinking, something doesn't feel right. I kinda had cramps, and it was just an odd feeling in the girly bits. It was then, that I found that phantom condom. Yea, it was 'stuck' for two days. Isn't that fantastic?
Now, one might ask, how it happened. I blame the fact that he was not circumsized, and condoms never seemed to stay on right, not to mention, he wasn't well endowed. So, them coming off was normal, but not this way. How did I not notice it? Obviously it was not just sitting there, or I would have. This kinda shit happens to people, but they just don't talk about it.