tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60457462160175091332011-04-21T14:52:48.743-04:00A young woman's blog about relationships, sex, men, and all things that need an outlet...Aerishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16682981267195356692noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045746216017509133.post-24904566159318321602008-05-02T01:09:00.001-04:002008-05-02T01:11:05.730-04:00Today, my boyfriend is a callous prick. One who has become addicted to his blog. Literally. He wakes up with the shakes because he hasn't gotten his blogging fix for the day. He interrupts movies to go check his blog. He forgoes eating because that just takes far too long.<br /><br />I don't think we've had a conversation that didn't involve his blog or so-and-so who commented on his blog for three straight days. I see the baseball bat sitting in the corner and I feel an overwhelming urge to take that bat and go to town in his computer.<br /><br />Yesterday, he got out of bed early and checked his blog. After he replied to whatever comments there were, he came back to bed and whispered in my ear,<br /><br />"Let's have some fun while I wait for so-and-so to reply."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you %*&amp;#-ing serious!?<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br />It pains me to say it, but I acquiesced. Hey, when your boyfriend is a callous prick, you take what you can get. And for the record, only one of us 'got there' and it wasn' t me. So, not only is my pride damaged for 'doing it' when I didn't really want to, but my sexual frustration has only increased. Go figure.<br /><br />Cheers.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045746216017509133-2490456615931832160?l=taciturnfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aerishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16682981267195356692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045746216017509133.post-69034935729627314482008-05-01T23:54:00.000-04:002008-05-02T00:03:10.980-04:00I suppose first meetings call for introductions. I'm Aeris. I'm twenty-five years old and I decided to start blogging because I needed an outlet for my frustration. You see, my boyfriend is a %*&amp;#. You may fill in the word of your choice--as long as it's colorful, it fits, trust me.<br /><br />At first glance, you might ask, "Well, then why not leave him?" That's a very good question. Unfortunately, moving out isn't as simple as packing my things and calling a cab. It requires at least one airplane, so for the time being, I'm stuck.<br /><br />Introductions made. I look forward to sharing all the reasons my boyfriend is a %*&amp;# in a way I hope will at least be somewhat entertaining.<br /><br />Cheers!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045746216017509133-6903493572962731448?l=taciturnfern.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aerishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16682981267195356692noreply@blogger.com0