Cat Continued.

So, I never knew exactly what her deal was, in fact I still dont know. There were some definate moments in our friendship where I questioned the way she really felt about me. It might've been the fact that she was just so open, or that she didn't have a personal bubble, or it was that she was into me. But I doubt it, cause she def liked guys. A lot. Still....



There was this one time that im giving her a massage. A deep one, and she was really sore, and she started making these....noises....kind of a turn on. Half jokingly I said, 'this would be better if you took your shirt off.' Immediately her shirt was off. So hot.



The first time we legit cuddled was one of my Monday-Night-Movie nights, and we were on my corner-couch, and she was siting in the corner, and I was sprawled out down one side, with my head in her lap. Half-way into the movie she decides she wants to lay down, so she turns into me, and slips her legs under me, so pretty much, im full on laying right on top of her, my head on her chest, arms wrapped around her, her legs wrapped around me.



Our friendship involved a lot of touching, we cuddled all the time, wrestled, pretty much any excuse I could use to feel her skin, I would take it. One day, we were lying on her bed, and she starts running her fingers up and down my arm, and we started having a conversation about how we like to be touched, and from then on, she kind of made a point of touching me that way, it was kind of a game for her, to try and make me shiver. I definately didn't mind...though, I had to fight her a little bit, to keep up appearances.



We had sleep overs periodically. These were my favorite. The first time we had a sleep over, we had dragged a matress into my livingroom floor and we were both just about to go to bed, and she whips off her shirt, and shes just in a sports bra, she asks if I mind. Of course I say no. And this begins the string of greatest sleeps ever. She was someone that you could spoon all night. And she usually fell asleep first. I would trace my fingers all over her bare skin, gentley rest my lips on her bare shoulders. Hold her tight and let her body curve into mine. Mmm.



Probably the weirdest thing was when we accidentally kissed....twice. Two seperate times, similar things happend. And it was soooo.... I don't even know... Cause its never happened with anyone else, and loking at it, I don't even understand how it happend, but we were at this party, and it was packed. Wall to Wall. And I we were talking, and she wanted to go somewhere, so she starts walking, and I start following, and all of a sudden she turns around like she forgot something, and our lips meet. It doesn't make any sense, cause I didn't think I was following her that close, and she is a solid 3'' taller than me, and it was just our lips...we didn't smash our faces, we didn't bump our noses, and one inch either way wouldve made it not a kiss, but as it was, it was a straight up kiss. I question it because she wouldve had to try to do that, but at the same time, it was so perfect, I doubt she couldve pulled it off like that.



So pretty much that was us. She kind of went AWOL and moved back to BC. I haven't seen her for about a year. We've still kept in touch. Email, facebook, the occassional phone call. I'm thinking about going out there to visit in November...

Cat.

Again, I apologize. Usually I dont suck this much at wrtting...



So one day, Jen brought home a friend of hers from BC. Cat. First impression? She was weird and slightly annoying. And I figured if Jen was friends with her, she had to be kind of a bitch too. I found out later that she was moving to town, and Jen was pretty much her only friend. Which meant that she would be spending quite some time hanging out at our house. Goodie. The first couple of times she was over, all my suspicions were confirmed. Obnoxious...



Im not sure what really happened initially, but all of a sudden Cat and Jen weren't exactly friends anymore and Cat had attached herself to me. And im not sure at what point along the line I started enjoying her being around... She was actually funny. And her quirkyness made her endearing.



We became really good friends. My best friend actually. She was someone I could be totally comfortable with. Almost too comfortable with. She was born in Portugal and she spoke portuguese. English was her second language. She grew up most of her life on the Island, so she spoke English just as well as Portuguese. She loved Ultimate Frisbee. We made our own little group of friends and it was awesome. Monday was movie night, Tuesday and Thursday we played volleyball and we hung out all weekend. Everyweek. (If you are wondering about Wednesday, I had class) I went through some sort-of-boyfriends, she dated my buddie Neil for a while. Cat and I talked about everything, and she knew me very well. She could always make me laugh, and I loved that about her. But I wasn't IN love with her. ........

The second half of this post will be up shortly. I just wanted to post this ASAP to make sure you knew I didn't give up on the bloggy-blog.

Roommates

At this point in time(5ish years ago), I've moved out of my parents house and have 4 roommates. Ah, sweet freedom! Though, I did move into a house of morally minded conservatives. Which was probably a good thing for me. Cause if I ended up in a house full of Liberal party girls, heaven knows where i'd be.

Roommate #1- Jackie. She was quirky. She was the reason I moved into this house of girls, she was the origi-friend. About my height, short dake hair that was always dyed different colors. She was wicked cool. Kinda sporty, really creative.

Roommate #2- Jen. She was "one of those girls" ... she was the pig of the house, didn't get along very well with anyone, had her issues... she LOVED attention. She was also one of those girl that thought she was hot...and she wasn't. I mean, she wasn't bad looking, but she was really full of herself. ...I remember one time she was going out to a club, and she said what she was wearing was a dress... I maintain that it was a shirt with a belt.

Roommate #3- Jamie. She was like the house Mom. Just so cute! She had a thing for cleaning, she was always the first one up in the morning and she never stopped smiling. The eternally happy one. The optimist. Totally innocent and a little naive, but you cant help loving her. And she loved everyone, more accurately, she WAS love. Oh Jamie.

Roommate #4- Jarah. I lived in that house for a month, and I was convinced she didn't exist. She played basketball for the University, so she spent alot of time at the gym/practices/away games. Its kind of funny how we first met. It was a sunday morning and I had just got out of the shower, and was walking to my room wearing nothing but a towel, and she happened to be standing in the hallway. It was kind of an awkward meeting. But its a good story now. I can say to people, "hey, the first time i met Jarah? I was pretty much naked."

Once I was convinced of Jarah's existence we became really good friends. In fact, im still living with her. She is a beast, and I love it. She's 6'1'' and about 185lbs of solid muscle. Mmm. She fights dirty and kicks my trash wrestling, though, I put up a pretty good fight. She's great to cuddle with. And the best moments living in that house were when i'd be watching tv and she would walk by, having just showered in a tiny little towel. She would turn and walk down the stairs and I could see every muscle in her legs as she went. Or the times she'd just plop down next to me in her towel. Huge muscles in her shoulders and neck. I wasn't really attracted to her. Just her body. Lol, shes kind of a butterface(but-her-face). With kind of a horse-mouth. One thing I can say about athletic girls though, they do know how to touch you. She gave great massages.

Anyway, while I lived there, pretty much I stayed out of trouble. Besides the occassional checking out of Jarah, or the mass cuddle parties, I was good. I was straight and ok with that. ....Untill Jen brought one of her friends home.

I'm back

So, it's been a while. I feel that I must apologize to my throngs of faithful readers....*cough*... I'll take the sound of crickets chirpping as you accepting my apology. I was on vacation. And Vacation= mountains. Mountains= no electronics, no reception of any kind, even if I did take electronics. But I'm back now. I had a wonderful time, thanks for asking.



So, my last post was pretty much my high school experience. Post highschool we were still friends. She had a boyfriend, and we hung out with another couple, my other bestfriend and her boyfriend. I was the 5th-wheel, all the time. But it worked for us. And I never felt out of place, mostly because I was sure that both of them liked me more than they liked their boyfriends.

My favorite game? Ever? Truth or Dare. Especially when played with horny boys. Why? Cause anyway it starts, you ALWAYS end up taking off your clothes or making out with someone. That and I will do and say anything. Also, I have quite the imagination, and am cruel to the max. So when I dare someone to do something, its GOOD. Anyway, one particular night we were all hanging out, and it started off with us playing "Would you rather" Which is fun in and of itself, but then we added the truth or dare aspect and the game took off. We made kitchen-shakes, you take any thing you can find in the kitchen, put it in a blender and dare each other to drink it. There were the obligatory prank phone calls, like when you were 15. I ended up licking someones foot, from heel to toe. Sick. And then it took a turn like it always does... someone dared Em(the friend I wasnt in love with) to kiss D's(girl I love) boyfriend. Then D decided to get some revenge, and she dared the boys to kiss. Riot. They agreed on the terms that D kisses me. Success. The boys kissed, their lips probably touched for 1/3 of a second. Curses! As per generally accepted kissing dare rules, the length of their kiss dictates the length of the ours...

Im sitting backwards on a chair, leaning on the backrest. She crawls over to where I am and kneels infront of me. Inwardly im enjoying every moment of this, but outwardly, i'm protesting. Firstly, because I really can't let myself enjoy this too much, and secondly, it prolongs the moment, I knew it was going to be the shortest kiss of my life, so I had better make the most of it. She starts to lean in, and just before she gets close enough to my face, I put my hand up to stop her. "Um...no offence, but this is gross. Hahaha" I put my hand down, our noses are alomst touching and she laughs. She comes again but I turn my head just slightly so she can't get to my lips. She stays close, and I can feel that its about to become more hassel than its worth to everyone so I turn in and let her kiss me. As expected it lasted less than a second. I'll take what I can get though.

That was pretty much the height of our romantic relationship. She's married now, has a kid. I still see her sometimes. And whenever I see her, she still runs up to me and jumps in my arms. I catch her and she koala-hugs me. Magical. Lol.