Kisses For Krazies

bub thinks that i'm crazy. he may be right, i may be crazy but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for. [i'm not above quoting billy joel at this point].

here is another tale of me and boy trouble. bub and i decided to hang out a bit beginning of 2003. he and i grabbed the boy and went for beer. the boy requested being returned home at an early hour. bub and i thought it a shame to waste an evening and scooted to another bar.

there we ran into joe. if you bothered to read my band entries you will know that joe is no slacker when it comes to creating a little bit of drama. this night was no different.

i was happy enough to talk to him because the last of our accidental meetings had gone well. after a bit of talking joe and i found ourselves in one long, painfully public lip lock. did i mention that bub was there for all of this? well, you might think that this is what has him thinking that i'm barking mad but you'd be wrong. that behavior actually fared well with him.

i turned down joe's offering of a 'late night shag' that night. i've never participated in one night stands, even with exes. i wasn't about to start with someone who told me that i 'really need to have someone remind me how it's done.' lord, NO.

so instead of taking up prince charming on his invite, i got a ride home with bub. i imagine that seeing me kiss like a wanton hussy was enough motivation for what follows. namely, bub asking me "why don't you kiss me like that?" after that i believe i told him to pull the car over and i kissed him. guess i'm just a bit slutty like that but kissing is more fun than just about anything else when you find someone who knows what they were doing.

i wouldn't say that he knew what he was doing. he had some idea though and that was good enough for the likes of this trollop. i guess that i knew enough to be asked out again...

i don't remember much about the details of what happened then. we went out and things got very bad with my roommate. did i mention that i was living with r, who at the time was my boyfriend? golly. i had just returned to work from my stay in the loony bin. perhaps i was living it up and cutting loose.

perhaps.

but i think not. because what happened next was not something to do when you are living la vida loca, kids. it is also what eventually made bub think of me as nuts.