anticipation

I'm getting laid tomorrow. This is not just a possibility, it's a guarantee. And trust me, I will be very upset if it doesn't happen. Why so much stock on doing it tomorrow? Because it's almost been 2 weeks. And I'm sorry to those who I've spoken to recently (surprisingly mostly guys) who like to remind me it's been 11 months, or 9 months or whatever. I've been out with these guys. It's their own fault. You don't talk to a girl and describe exactly how you'd bang her two minutes into the conversation. But this is beside the point. Because I am currently only sleeping with one person, as agreed to in a drunken late night conversation after a fit of jealousy made me look like a mean girl (which, trust me, I'm not). Anyways, when you're getting it on the regular, and really it's not the be all and end all, I swear, as contrary to this post as it seems, surprisingly I like to cuddle too, and hang out with the person who I like to bang (a lot). (I know, I know chetch time). It's just, I've been really stressed out lately, and that's one of my stress relievers, which means I've had to resort to other vices (drinking, smoking, eating lots of chocolate) which aren't as healthy as sex. So, with only 30 plus hours left to wait, my mind is a virtual porn movie. (I've only seen one, but I like to think about past (awesome) experiences and think about how great some variation on that would be). Denizens of the world, guess what? Girls really like sex. Most like it a lot.