I Got My Mojo Back! (part 1)
We partied our asses off this weekend. I had a lot of fun and some unexpected things happened.
Friday night, I had to work at the bar. I didn’t really plan on doing anything. Johnny Paul came in around 8pm which is earlier than he usually shows up. We started talking again. I was working the kitchen and it was pretty slow so we got to talk a lot. We recorded Brooke doing some goofy shit with my digital camera. I learned a lot about him. We figured out that we knew a lot of the same people because we both went to Rogers High School. I knew he looked familiar the first time I saw him, but I couldn’t place where I knew him from.
We talked about all kinds of things. I told him about what Brian (Lowe) did the weekend before. Then I’ll be damned if Brian didn’t show up at the bar. I wanted to take Joe’s baseball bat and beat him with it. Johnny Paul offered to take him outside and beat his ass for me. I thought that was sweet. I took the high road and completely ignored Brian. I acted like he didn’t even exist, even when he sat down next to Johnny Paul and tried to start talking to him. Johnny Paul didn’t really talk to him and he left after about an hour.
More about Johnny Paul – I met him three weekends ago and instantly knew I wanted him lol. The first weekend I was just being friendly, the second weekend I started flirting a bit. And I bedded him this weekend… in the eyes of some that may seem way to soon, but in my eyes, it was perfect. I was attracted to him from the moment I laid eyes on him, and I wanted to be with him… so a fantasy came true.
I got off work at 1am , but I hung around to talk to Johnny Paul more. I really like him. It’s weird, I haven’t really liked a guy in a very long time. Sure I’ve dated a lot and slept with several, but none that I genuinely liked (over the last yr or so). I invited him over to my apartment to hang out, maybe smoke a bowl or whatever. He agreed. My intentions were completely honorable. I didn’t plan on getting him back to my place and seducing him. I just wanted us to hang out a bit outside of work.
So we get to the apartment and Tori was already in bed. I woke her up so she could hang out with us. She got out the 6ft bong and the oxygen mask bong and we all got high. I took a polaroid pic of Johnny and it had 5 orbs around him… it was pretty weird.
We hung out and talked for awhile, watched tv, and stuff like that. Tori went to bed and about a hour later Johnny was ready to go to bed. He wanted to stay the night. He asked where he could sleep. I told him the couch or my bed, whichever he wanted (I still had every intention of behaving myself). He went to my bed. I stayed in the living room for awhile. All of us was a little messed up and since he seemed eager to go to my bed I assumed he was really messed up (my confidence was pretty low and didn’t think he was interested in me as anything other than a friend). So about 30 mins later I decided to go to bed. I got in and laid on the very edge, opposite from the side Johnny was on. I was determined to not take advantage of him. He was still awake and we started talking. I maintained my position on the edge of the bed. A few mins passed and he scooched over closer to me. Then a few mins later he pulled me closer and started caressing my arms and rubbing my back. Little electric shocks shot through me with each little touch. I wanted him. I asked him if he was sure about it because I don’t want to take advantage of him. He said he knew exactly what he was doing and wouldn’t be doing it if he didn’t want to. I gave in to him. He began caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. In the past when I liked someone and set my mind on them, I always got them, but I had lost my mojo and didn’t really think someone like Johnny would want me. Besides that I didn’t really go out of my way to win his affections because I thought he wanted Brooke. I was just friendly and completely myself.
Anyways, we had sex for 2 hours and then we laid there. I half-expected him to turn over and go to sleep, but he didn’t. He pulled me close to him and put his arm around me. I laid my head on his chest. He was caressing my shoulder as we lay there talking. I asked him again if he really wanted me. And he reassured me that he did. It felt so good to lay there in his arms. He’s the first guy I enjoyed cuddling with since before me and Brian broke up. I let him stay the night, which is a very big deal. I usually get rid of them asap after sex. He was telling me how good I felt in his arms and then he kissed me. It was a sweet kiss. Then I started playing with his nipples and he started kissing my neck and then the next thing I know round 2 began.
Round 2 lasted another hour and a half. I fell asleep in his arms afterward. I woke up an hour later (9:30 am) because I had to take Tori to work. Right before we left I wrote this: “Last night was blissfully perfect. When I look behind me I see Johnny sleeping peacefully in my bed, still naked from this morning’s events, I am able to remember what it is like to be happy.”
I let him sleep for awhile after I got back. I woke him up for wake and bake. Then we laid there talking and stuff and then he wanted to do it again, and again, and again. We stayed in bed until time to go get Tori at 6pm. So I let him stay the night and most of the day. I took him back to his truck at the bar and picked Tori up. Before we left the apartment I asked him if he had everything he came with and he said yes, but when I dropped him off he remembered he left his jacket at my place… I know that trick. It made me happy, because that was a sign that he wanted to come back.
There is more to tell, but I have to go to work so I will continue this entry later.
On this day..
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I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.