Late Night Tutoring

Guess what I'm doing?

I'm tutoring at my school. Well, I'm supposed to be tutoring at my school, but no one needs English tutoring ever, so I usually sit here and grade, read, watch a movie, listen to music, play games on my phone, etc.

Today I thought I would blog, primarily because I forgot my book and listening to the Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack has left me perpetually sexually frustrated.

Last time, I left you with the ramblings of a single woman of Valentine's Day. Today, I will continue that rant.

The boy who is seeing someone after he told me he's not looking for a relationship has been a busy boy, apparently. It's a really long story that I do not care to write out, but just know that he was waffling between me and another person, and he chose the other person. Of course, he chose her and did not tell me. In fact, he ignored my texts, phone calls, and cancelled all our future hang out dates for a YEAR. A YEAR.

Now he's moved on to a new boo that he spent Valentine's Day with, largely because of the pregnancy scare he went through with the boo he threw me over for.

I'm just going to say it.

WITH ALL THE CONTRACEPTION OPTIONS AVAILABLE TO VIRTUALLY EVERY PERSON ON THIS PLANET, HOW DO YOU STILL GO THROUGH A PREGNANCY SCARE? THERE ARE CONDOMS FOR DAYS, BIRTH CONTROL OPTIONS, AND THE ALWAYS EFFECTIVE ABSTINENCE ANGLE. HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?

That being said, I know birth control can fail, and the condom can break, but even so...

So he dropped that hot potato and moved on. My understanding of it all was that neither of them thought a condom was a good idea. I'm willing to give credence to the idea that the girl might have lied about birth control, since I know she was planning on using pregnancy to ensnare her old boyfriend. Also, she called me a bitch and a home-wrecker (though I saw him first and we were talking before they were), so I don't place much value in her moral compass.

The POINT is: between me and her, she might have been the easier lay, but I'm the smarter lay. Just sayin'.

Well that was cathartic.

Also, I'm planning on confronting the bastard. HE started the sexy talk, HE wanted to get with this, and HE pushed me away at just the moment we were going to achieve sexual gratification together without telling me why or giving me any warning. So he's got some explaining to do. (I hate to admit it, but the fact that he didn't seal the deal left me feeling a little undesirable. He needs to explain it to me so I can start to feel sexy again.)

Welp, that's it for now.

Laters baby.