I’m on my period.
I've been a writer since I could pick up a pencil, a VIKING since I learned about the culture, and an insatiably curious girl forever. I want to see everywhere, I want to experience life in new ways. I live in Norway at the moment though I'm planning my return to the states the summer of 2013. I’m searching for my happy place.
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I’m on my period.
"Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing."
He stared at me across the small cluttered table, his dark eyes peering into me and making me nervous. It was like he could see right past all my walls.
On the table, his long fingers twirled a bottle cap effortlessly and I almost sighed. God he was pretty.
“You don’t want to have sex?” He asked, again, needing clarification. I hesitated. I wanted sex. I wanted it badly, but I knew that I couldn’t give someone a night of sex without becoming emotionally attached.
“I’m not looking for attachment.” I said again, tracing a finger down the neck of my nearly empty beer bottle. “I’m trying to be independent right now.” I murmured. J frowned.
“You think a night of the best sex you’ve ever had, will lead to attachment?” He asked, and though I wasn’t looking at him, I could hear the amusement in his voice.
Looking up at him with one sharply raised eyebrow I replied immediately. “You’re talking an awfully big game there.”
He let out another beautiful laugh and I tried not to swoon.
“Baby it’s fully guaranteed.” He said with a devilish grin. I blushed, and despite myself, my legs moved closer together. He of course, caught the movement and smirked.
“I’m not a casual sex person.” I said looking back at the table. “A friend once called me a swan and I feel it was a fairly accurate description.” I glanced back up at him and watched his expression as he thought over my words.
“Mate for life?” He asked gently. I shrugged but nodded slowly.
“Something to that degree.” I agreed. He sat back and watched me again.
Maybe it was the beer I’d been drinking, but sitting there middle of Dublin, with J watching me the way he was, I’d never felt more beautiful or turned on in my life, and for a moment, I considered throwing my own rule right out the door. Just for him.
“I haven’t done a commitment in a long time.” He said finally. It wasn’t what I was expecting.
“I’m not asking for one.” I responded. He tilted his head and gave me a small, lopsided smile.
“Somehow I know you’d be worth it.”
His words sent an unexpected thrill up my spine.
“I’ve done this before.” I said softly.
“What’s that Love?” He asked reaching out to take my hand in his. I tried to concentrate as his fingers traced patterns on my wrists.
“Fallen for a man I couldn’t see everyday.” I said when I finally could pull my thoughts back together. He looked at me curiously so I elaborated. “He’s in England. I loved him and it hurt me more than it helped me. The distance was too much.” I explained. J nodded.
“And you don’t seek to repeat the experience?” He asked. I shook my head.
“My heart couldn’t handle it.”
J nodded and brought my hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on my palm. It was a surprisingly intimate moment.
“There is nothing I can do to change your mind?” He asked against my skin. I sighed and shook my head.
He shook his head. “Baby it’s me that’s sorry. I wish I could be what you were looking for.” With one last kiss to my hand, he released me, and I wanted to crawl across the table to kiss him, to beg him to just take me to bed and not let me be responsible and sensible.
Instead I gave him a small smile and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against his scruffy cheek. He smelled like beer and cologne and I wanted to devour him.
“Thank you for a wonderful night.” I murmured against him. He turned so that the corners of our mouths were meeting.
“Thank you beautiful.”
I pulled myself away before I could so anything foolish. With one last glance at him, I headed upstairs to my hostel room, wondering if I had really done the right thing.
My brother’s friend was starting to apply for colleges. And one of the colleges he applied to required a 3 page essay explaining what daring meant to them.
So being the clever person he was
On the each page he wrote 1 word with huge font,
And he later got accepted.
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Two months of nonstop companionship while traveling. I love that my family was with me, but GOD DAMN I JUST WANTED TO FUCK MYSELF!
Is it really too much to ask for like, five damn minutes alone???
Home now. Going to play.
"AMERICANS WORRY too much about sex.” I shrug. “Yeah. Maybe. Not all Americans though.” G is stretched out on the rooftop of an Egyptian cafe, philosophically wondering why I refuse to sleep with him. His white button-down shirt is open at the neck, revealing a tan, muscular chest, and I begin to wonder the same thing. He adjusts his glasses. I swoon."