you know it's an interesting day when you realize that you've put your thong on sideways. I realized today in the early afternoon that I had put my thong on completely cockeyed. It's the weirdest thing. I'm not quite sure how that was scientifically possible but it is in fact. What's weird is that I hardly even noticed.

Anyway besides the point. I know you all are waiting with baited breath to see what happened in Asheville with Asheville. Well the short story is, my current roommate and I just started looking for a new place together. It's not that Asheville doesn't want me to move down there, it's that he, well, doesn't want me to move down there. Yeah it was that kind of weekend. Lots of back and forth. Lots of moments where I was in love, lots of moments where I was contemplating sleeping on the couch...no it was never that bad. I just doubted my feelings quite a bit.

He was great on my birthday. So sweet and wonderful. He baked me a cake. It was possibly the sweetest thing ever. He sang to me, he bought me a new watch to replace the battle scar that is the Lorax watch. He did everything right. And in case you're wondering he's pretty fucking great in bed too.

I promise I will go into detail later but let me just share one brief story. The lesson to be learned from this is that you should never play "I Never" with someone that you've just started dating that you don't know much about.

Asheville: Never have I ever had a threesome.
I drink, he looks impressed. He does not drink.
NotIntoYou: Never have I ever had sex in a public place. Never have I ever cheated on someone.
we both drink. He tells this story.
Asheville: On my first date with Colleen (I can use her real name because she's his ex girlfriend and I hate her) it was me and a bunch of her friends. We were all totally smashed and one of her friends started to feel sick. She went to the bathroom. Eventually we all went outside except that one girl. I went to go check on her. I knocked on the bathroom door and I waited for her. She cracked the door open, grabbed me and pulled me into the bathroom. We had sex right there in the bar bathroom. Remember, I'm on a first date with her friend. It was weird, I actually faked an orgasm cause I just wanted to get it over with and she was really intent on me finishing. I left the bathroom and went back to Colleen. To this day I'm convinced I was set up...so I guess you could say I've been cheating on Colleen since our first date.

This threw me a bit. I also learned what "nothing really happened" really meant. He actually got back together with her for a few days. He cheated on her again with an ex girlfriend. So if you're keeping count, he cheated on me twice but who's counting. I guess it's not really cheating since we did say we were keeping this open. Why the ex's? One would think that all this cheating is a bad bad pattern but the fact is, it's the only time he's ever cheated on anyone and it was on the same, crazy ass girl he dated right before he met me. Who knows.