So here’s the thing: my pc got all sorts of fucked up this week, I’m getting it fixed and as soon as I do, I’ll resume the posting schedule. Meanwhile, thank god for smartphones…

Love always,
- M

        I met ETHAN REDDICK on round #1 of one of hottest parties for college freshmen to attend in the country.  It was September 2011: people were still getting back from their holidays down south, teenage girls were still parading their skanky shorts on everyone’s face, the weather was still hot and so was I… with rage. 

        Between losing the job that sustained my whole entire life, including my ridiculously expensive college; my father getting back, yet again, to his shady businesses, my mother working hard on her objective to get me to commit myself to a mental institution and NATHAN’s shenanigans; I was about 5 minutes away of going crazy with a gun.

        I was dragged to this event very much against my will with the promise it would be a night to never forget; the group of I don’t even know how many, soon, forcefully parted and I was left in the company of the girl who is usually nothing but trouble and the guilty pleasure that usually gets me in nothing but trouble, booze. She was busy trying to find some other friends of ours, while I was busy trying to find an end to my bottle. Working us through the crowd to what it seemed, to my already tipsy self, the end of the fucking world, we finally found them; inseparable engineering students and longtime friends JASON BLACK & PETER RICH, and 2 other strangers: “Who the hell cares” and the shy, exotic looking ETHAN.

        As I woke up the next day and started putting my, obviously tempered with, memory to work to recall some of the events of the previous night, I began to realize that I had spent hours having one of the most enjoyable conversations I had had in a long time, with someone I might not even get to see ever again; little did I know that that night had only been the, what would later be known as, Flirtation Session #1. Later that day my group of friends decided to take on round #2. Already there I bumped into none other than, ETHAN. He and his friends decided to stick with my group and that lead to the continuation of last night’s antics; with the moving of a group of people through yet another crowd, the holding hands situation created a little spark there; I know we were practically strangers and it felt so juvenile, but it was incredibly refreshing as this couldn’t be compared in any sort of way to courtships past. His charming looks and personality, his ability to make me laugh and to carry out a good conversation, and the fact that he was getting along so well with ANDREW,were enough to get me looking forward to know more about this guy.

        Lil’ problem here: remember NATHAN? Yeah, he was still “around” at the time; but after I stumbled upon the, non-relevant at all, fact that he had had sex with his “waste of my oxygen” ex-girlfriend when we started seeing each other again, I was sort of.. royally pissed. Mature response: revenge. Conveniently enough, ETHAN’s college was throwing a party soon and my most basic human instinct kicked in: the hunt; granted we used to satisfy other necessities with it but, the human being always found ways to adapt its primitive skills to the needs of the new era, and my need for this guy was as good as anything else. Let’s not get modest here, I’m a very smart hunter, and so as usual, I succeeded in my intents. Ok, though nothing like.. reallyyy major happened at the party, the opportunities we “accidentally” (sure… accidental) had to spend time alone solidified my interest and, apparently, his too; from there, us speaking on a daily basis became a thing.

        After a few weeks of what it seemed like a simulation of my 5 year old sister’s relationship with her kindergarten boyfriend, I decided to take action. In the beautifully intricate scheme that is my life, sometimes things like my friend ANDREW going to the same college as ETHAN and they becoming buddies just happen, and so I take proper advantage of it. I went for a little visit with a purpose in mind, not only to spend time with him but also to figure out a way to put this thing on the move. Let me paint a picture of that place for you: campus in the middle of the fucking desert with the particularity of being populated by the engineering sausage fest. So, after feeling more harassed by their stare than by my gynecology appointments, I came up with a plan. It’s thought that the way to a man’s heart is through he’s stomach, well I happen to believe that the way is through his friends. After getting to know the main characters in the tale “Man, Hand and Porn”, planting the thought that it would be a great idea for the group to go out for a change of scenery, meaning: go on the lookout for some ass, was just too easy. 

“Sorry for the long wait pips! I’ve been really busy lately but, I promise I’ll start posting on a more regular schedule. Missed you all!”

- M