One Girl, Two Boys and a million missteps

This is not the life I ordered... please see the attached memo:

So here it is again, more of that ridiculous flow that seems through the grey matter like a cancer. Boys. Boy oh boy.

I am reminded of my recent conversation with "the bitches".

Little Backgroud

Firstly, "the bitches", are my posse at work. They are two lovely ladies with whom I commiserate about boys with. You can image how bored they must be with "DW" at this point. They of course, return with a miriad of crap about the men in their lives. It is good times.
We were talking about my current life... being that I have two crushes going on at once, and that they are both very very different boys. It makes me laugh because one of them said that it was amazing that I had two "on the go". I don't have anything on the go... I just like two guys who I get the chance to hang out with. There is no exchange of bodily fluids, no staring longingly into each others eyes, nada. Where is the goddammed love.

Back to the Action

There is a new boy. He is crazy, dark and has the sexiest mind. It makes me crazy. He isn't really what I typically go for - not so tall, facial hair ( blech!), but he is angry. And lets face it, I love them when they are angry. It is almost like they are just going to fuck you with every ounce of their anger or something. Of course, I would never know, on account that there is never any sex anymore.

Anywhooo, I will have to tell you all about him. I will refer to him as "DC" as this is how I refer to him with everyone else. he has the same first name as "DW" so you can imagine how confusing that can be. Actually, the strange thing is that they also know each other from school.... same with the Bookworm. Strange boys I tell you. All these downtown boys can make you mad. Mad I say. Mad.

I love him so. He is fantastically evil. Not in the kill-your-cat-and-make-you-watch kinda way. More like the evil thoughts of a man who would never do evil. It is spectacular how he thinks. He is a little obsessed with blood, but we all have our idosyncricies ( spelling).
We became fast friends over a series of Friday nights together in a group environment. He makes me laugh, even when I am in the most miserable of moods.

More later.