It is every woman's nightmare. Elisa stays in touch with the dark haired hottie she met on the slopes months before. She finds herself in his city, and they make a date to meet up. He takes her for a drink and dinner at his friends new hot spot. They have great conversation and flirtation. As they leave the restaurant, there is that element of ambiguity. Do they end the date, does he invite her up, does she go, do they dive into the moment? He invites her up. She goes because she is feeling carefree, and she knows this will not be a long term relationship of any kind, so what the hell? Soon enough, they end up in the bedroom. Elisa sits on the bed, trying to figure out what position she should be in? Should she sit, lay down, or recline half way? Soon enough, they reach the point of no return. Do they have sex or just call it a night and leave while the mystery is still intact? In her state of mind, Elisa goes for the sex. He was hot, and this night was going well. Suddenly, she realize that there may be a bit too much moisture in the passion zone. She realizes that her worst nightmare is coming true here and now, with this guy she barely knows on his crisp white sheets! Her wonderful new birth control pills, Yasmin, just were not working with her body and boom, out of nowhere she had found herself in a blood bath as she is trying to have hot sex with this new guy. Its one of those moments, you want to push a button and get spit out somewhere else. Anywhere else....like in the middle of a park in the winter, or even in the ghetto somewhere in some scary city, but that button is no where to be found. Elisa has to think quickly, compose herself and try not to jump out of the 6th story window. He pulls off the bloody sheets, and throws them in the shower. She helps re-sheet the bed, and settle in to attempt to sleep. While all the while, she is totally dying. In the morning, he showers for work, and Elisa sneaks out to the living room. She rips the subscription information from a magazine she spied on the coffee table. Her idea: try to make the blood bath somehow better by sending him brand new white sheets. Its the only respectable thing to do, right? So she does, and he thanks her via text when he gets them, and thats the end of that. They never communicate again.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Oh, the crime scene
It is every woman's nightmare. Elisa stays in touch with the dark haired hottie she met on the slopes months before. She finds herself in his city, and they make a date to meet up. He takes her for a drink and dinner at his friends new hot spot. They have great conversation and flirtation. As they leave the restaurant, there is that element of ambiguity. Do they end the date, does he invite her up, does she go, do they dive into the moment? He invites her up. She goes because she is feeling carefree, and she knows this will not be a long term relationship of any kind, so what the hell? Soon enough, they end up in the bedroom. Elisa sits on the bed, trying to figure out what position she should be in? Should she sit, lay down, or recline half way? Soon enough, they reach the point of no return. Do they have sex or just call it a night and leave while the mystery is still intact? In her state of mind, Elisa goes for the sex. He was hot, and this night was going well. Suddenly, she realize that there may be a bit too much moisture in the passion zone. She realizes that her worst nightmare is coming true here and now, with this guy she barely knows on his crisp white sheets! Her wonderful new birth control pills, Yasmin, just were not working with her body and boom, out of nowhere she had found herself in a blood bath as she is trying to have hot sex with this new guy. Its one of those moments, you want to push a button and get spit out somewhere else. Anywhere else....like in the middle of a park in the winter, or even in the ghetto somewhere in some scary city, but that button is no where to be found. Elisa has to think quickly, compose herself and try not to jump out of the 6th story window. He pulls off the bloody sheets, and throws them in the shower. She helps re-sheet the bed, and settle in to attempt to sleep. While all the while, she is totally dying. In the morning, he showers for work, and Elisa sneaks out to the living room. She rips the subscription information from a magazine she spied on the coffee table. Her idea: try to make the blood bath somehow better by sending him brand new white sheets. Its the only respectable thing to do, right? So she does, and he thanks her via text when he gets them, and thats the end of that. They never communicate again.
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