I am such an attention whore.
And this is precisely why I am incapable of stopping the perfect storm that is forming right in front of my eyes. Last night, A., bf/flatmate, came into my room and spent a good 15-20 minutes cuddling me, holding me and caressing me and I loved it. Him splayed out on my bed and me leaving in his arms agaisnt his muscular chest, while chuckling non stop at his sense of humor, is something that I am not ready to give up yet. The sense of humor got me from the beginning, the body came right after, and I love it all. I love the way he smells. And granted, he pissed me off a bit in Paris and we are most definitely incompatible in the long run, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it for what it is right now.
Granted, he could work on his kissing. And I could help him.
Or, I could just enjoy the much softer, gentler kisses of Gui, the cutest french boy you will ever meet. He is sweet, incredibly smart, witty, also funny. I love talking to him, I like kissing him and probably in the future I’ll like to do much more than that. He’s also a lot more compatible with me that Aurel, unfortunately, and does not live with me, fortunately. However, there is only two degrees of separation between official bf and potential bf and that in itself is a recipe for disaster.
Even much more so when you throw flatmate 2 into the mix, O. And O. is awkward and not attractive at all but I still love chat-flirting with him because it’s a great way to pass the time.
At least I can stop complaining that my life is boring. But wherever this is headed I sense a storm brewing. If anything, 2011 sure has been interesting and kept me on my toes. Now it’s just a matter of juggling everything perfectly so the cards don’t come tumbling down on top of me. But if I can keep this up, oh boy am I in for a sweet ride.
