Don’t Answer Girl was so nicknamed by A.C. because the caller ID on my old cell phone was programmed to display “Don’t Answer” whenever she called. Don’t Answer Girl does not have my new cell phone number, she hasn’t asked and I haven’t offered.
The upshot to her not having my phone number is that she can’t call me. The downside is that when she feels she REALLY needs to see me, she has to show up at my door unannounced. I hadn’t seen her in months. Don’t Answer Girl and I have no real relationship; we don’t even really like each other. We just fuck. We have this amazing sexual compatibility that is God’s cruel joke on both of us. Half the time we’re having sex we’re cussing each other out and hitting each other. Oddly enough, Don’t Answer Girl is the first, remains the only and hopefully will be the last woman whose virginity I take. It was disturbing. She bled like Mr. Orange. Her living room looked like the back seat of Jules’ car in Pulp Fiction.
Anyway, she shows up on my door step with a backpack in one hand and before I can say anything she waives off the girl who drove her, just assuming that she’s invited to stay for the night. That’s just how she is. Of course she came to fuck and I had to tell her that I’ve given up sex and the reasons for it. Her reaction was typical, she agreed that I needed to reevaluate my attitude toward and treatment of women (particularly since I’ve treated her like shit), but was disappointed that it means we can’t have sex.
She spent the night and complained about being frustrated, so I offered her my vibrator and watched her fuck herself with it. I rested my hand on her stomach and could feel the vibrations though it, which was pretty cool.
Now why did this happen? I think God sent her to test my resolve. Stop laughing, I’m serious. I really wanted to, but I didn’t. So far so good.
Eve from NYC
It’s not just you. I think it’s some weird energy thing in the universe that whenever you decide it’s time to sit down with yourself and re-evaluate your life someone calls or stops by to hook up. It’s never failed for me. For three years this guy Bob (and if I believed in Satan it would be him) would somehow manage to call me every time I was feeling particularly vulnerable. I, unlike you, had no willpower.
Good work.
Re: Eve from NYC
When the student is ready the teacher will appear, right?
Re: Eve from NYC
Speaking of the devil, no (pun intended) he called me today. (It’s been over a year.) Damn syncronicity.
[drum roll]
Fuck god. If there is a god, then there is a fall from god, i.e. sin.
If there is sin, then there is a muddle in yo’ head.
If there is a muddle in yo’ head, fuck god and all that is blamed upon him. Fuck god, fuck sin, work harder.
I could elaborate on that last part.
Re: [drum roll]
Godless pagan.