Rub my head while you fck me.
Oct. 15th, 2002 11:15 amI'm rather perturbed right now because my hair looks horrible. I'm not good at maintenance haircuts. I'm good at letting it grow for a couple months, then chopping it all off extra short so I won't be bothered for several weeks.
This morning I attempted to maintain my haircut from a week and a half ago. It didn't go over so well. I think tonight it might all have to go -- we're talking no plastic guard on the clippers. I've never had it quite that short, but I've always fetishized it because of the hot Borders co-worker I lusted after continuously. Hell, I still lust after him and the last I saw him was randomly on the train for 5 minutes exactly 2 years ago. Maybe that's why I'm cutting my hair. I wish I could remember his last name so I could stalk him. He really was the most beautiful boy with whom I've ever had contact. Sure, there are lots of hot people walking around, but I don't often get to gave conversations with them and borrow their De La Soul tapes for months and months and months. I didn't mean to write about him. I should have never brought him up, because now I'm completely distracted. The point is he kept his head nearly shaved at all times, and I asked one time about cutting it, and he said he used no guard, but had the blade pushed up, so it left maybe a 1/4inch of hair. Oh my god, Dan was beautiful.
Last night I dreamt that I found a boy and kissed him. He was a law school student and I met him at a party of Melanie's. Not a party she threw, but a party she would take me to that would predominantly be made up of law school students. He thought I was a student, and seemed giddy to meet a law school student who was different from the rest. I remember him wearing a a red shirt with some sports team on it. He had longish hair, was a few inches taller than me, and had gangly legs though he wasn't super skinny. I remember kissing him while he was talking to me, and he continued to sort of talk while my lips touched his. He slowed his speech and seemed nervous and distracted -- not in the anxiety way, but more that my kiss distracted him from his talking and he was enjoying the moment. I stopped kissing him and felt guilty for doing this essentially in front of Melanie. I also felt slightly embarassed that he didn't immeidately start kissing me back, and worried that I had misread his signals.
He followed me into a bedroom of the apartment and started up again, though at that point I had decided we needed to meet elsewhere, after the party, away from the people. But I didn't try too hard to stop him when we started making out. I was also concerned that he was too young, since I couldn't remember how old he said he was. 18? 19? Did I care? Did it matter?
There was another interesting aspect of the dream. We didn't have sex, but it's almost as if I had an orgasm. Or at least, at one point I was extremely turned on, and in the the next scene I wasn't and felt slightly afterglow-y. Strange.
So yeah. Maybe I'll cut off all my hair tonight.
This morning I attempted to maintain my haircut from a week and a half ago. It didn't go over so well. I think tonight it might all have to go -- we're talking no plastic guard on the clippers. I've never had it quite that short, but I've always fetishized it because of the hot Borders co-worker I lusted after continuously. Hell, I still lust after him and the last I saw him was randomly on the train for 5 minutes exactly 2 years ago. Maybe that's why I'm cutting my hair. I wish I could remember his last name so I could stalk him. He really was the most beautiful boy with whom I've ever had contact. Sure, there are lots of hot people walking around, but I don't often get to gave conversations with them and borrow their De La Soul tapes for months and months and months. I didn't mean to write about him. I should have never brought him up, because now I'm completely distracted. The point is he kept his head nearly shaved at all times, and I asked one time about cutting it, and he said he used no guard, but had the blade pushed up, so it left maybe a 1/4inch of hair. Oh my god, Dan was beautiful.
Last night I dreamt that I found a boy and kissed him. He was a law school student and I met him at a party of Melanie's. Not a party she threw, but a party she would take me to that would predominantly be made up of law school students. He thought I was a student, and seemed giddy to meet a law school student who was different from the rest. I remember him wearing a a red shirt with some sports team on it. He had longish hair, was a few inches taller than me, and had gangly legs though he wasn't super skinny. I remember kissing him while he was talking to me, and he continued to sort of talk while my lips touched his. He slowed his speech and seemed nervous and distracted -- not in the anxiety way, but more that my kiss distracted him from his talking and he was enjoying the moment. I stopped kissing him and felt guilty for doing this essentially in front of Melanie. I also felt slightly embarassed that he didn't immeidately start kissing me back, and worried that I had misread his signals.
He followed me into a bedroom of the apartment and started up again, though at that point I had decided we needed to meet elsewhere, after the party, away from the people. But I didn't try too hard to stop him when we started making out. I was also concerned that he was too young, since I couldn't remember how old he said he was. 18? 19? Did I care? Did it matter?
There was another interesting aspect of the dream. We didn't have sex, but it's almost as if I had an orgasm. Or at least, at one point I was extremely turned on, and in the the next scene I wasn't and felt slightly afterglow-y. Strange.
So yeah. Maybe I'll cut off all my hair tonight.