Alright ill try to check in in a few min. Wonder how NIS would work from my phone.
I need a gay bff in the LA area to help me dress. I feel like a sweaty grizzly bear jammed into a sausage casing.
I mean im suspicious as all yall. Up until a month ago I was half convinced it was the ex bfs plan to finesse some free dope out of me by pimping out his chick. But this would be some oceans 11 tier con game, to have an elderly couple pose as her mother and father.
Even if she ended up going back to him in a month, Id take some netflix and making out, and some good middle-school style finger action and pussy eatin. Swooped that niggas bitch. Got some shit to make her vegan hot chocolate (shes not actually a faggy vegan, she just has a bunch of gnarly food allergies). Pullin out the top-tier game.
I acknowledge I could be completely wrong. But according to her, she refuses to even be in the same room with him. He just wont leave the apartment until she buys him drugs. Then he'll disappear for a few days and then break in again when shes not home and steal her shit and pawn it. When he is there, he just locks himself in the bathroom for 10 or 18 hours shooting goofballs. Then when hes dopesick hell storm around the house demanding money and breaking shit. He leaves syringes and pookies n shit everywhere, squirting blood on the walls. It seems like she pretty well hates him, though I do have reservations.
As for dinner, I think Im going to try to go for the last 20 minutes or so. Just to make an appearance. SHe already said I can lie to them if I need to to feel comfortable, as long as I tell them the truth later. So Ill probably say I went to SMC for journalism to tdo the transfer program. Dropped out to help my mom when she needed some help. And then I started doing homeless outreach in Venice, downtown skid row, etc (Which I actually have done a lot of). I dont come off as academic, but generally well spoken enough. Just with how smart and educated she is, im guessing theyll probably have certain expectations.
Her ex is a manipulative, abusive loser junkie fuck who beats up the chick who was letting him live with her rent free in West LA, and buying his drugs, cigarettes, clothes, for the past year +. Im trying to avoid confrontation because sometikmes things arent as simple as just beating someone up (and with as fucked up and out of shape as I am, theres a chance he might even get the best of me, but Ive taken my share of punches). He broke into her apartment again this morning and shes been trying to get LAPD to get him out all day. They still havent. If hes still there when we get back from dinner, Im going to find it very hard not to do something. But im worried if I threaten him or beat him up he might come by when Im not there and hurt her even worse.
Been talking to her for a couple months. Met her selling antiques to her shitty ex bf. Yeah shes kinda something else. I went through pages of text trying to convince her not to pursue me. Im old and broke down. Ive got scars and chipped teeth and im overweight and tired. And i never finished school and I wasted over a decade getting high. Everything i could say to make her go away. And for some reason she didnt.
And yeah, I do like her. Shes just an all around really sweet girl. And shes crazy ambitious and a hell of a lot smarter than I am. Theres not a lot not to like. And shes been through addiction to, so I dont have to bullshit my way through some stuff. The parents are just a different deal though.
Anyway the girl ive been talking to out of nowhere tells me her parents are visiting and she wants me to come to dinner with them tonight at some super high priced steakhouse in west hollywood. Not gonna lie im fuckin trippin. Her mother is a doctor and father a psychologist- both Harvard educated. I dont know how to work around the subject of dropping out of community college to be a heroin addict and sell drugs for the last 10 years, and be back living at my childhood home at the age of 29.
Like....their daughter is an actress, a model. When she nearly died, after being in the hospital for 13 months, she took it upon herself to start studying for and aced the MCAT.
I havent dated in forever, and I certainly havent had to deaL with parents in forever. Do I say im working and just show up for dessert? Do I offer to pay the bill (The entrees are between $50 and $100). I had to go out and buy fucking dress shoes and a button up since my other shit shrank. Ugh. Fucking hate this shit. After smashing up the beamer, this is kind of not the stress i needed this week.
Last text I got "I know youre busy and I know this is sudden so if you cant come its totally okay I promise. But i want you to see me in the dress I bought. And even if you walk in just before we go home, If I get to leave on your arm Ill be happy."
:(
Zanick jedied me over with taboo. I was not aware you could have the word in question be a part of the other word.
Ive finally been forced into a lame alt. The shame.
