TurboTiger’s secret blog
I’ve decided to write this blog but I didn’t want my ex-gf reading this as she reads my blog. So I’ve asked Vanessa if she’d host my blog entry as I don’t have a link to her blog from my blog. Hopefully this won’t bite me in the ass later.
Ok, I finally have some time to write about what’s has happened a few weeks ago. As you know, my ex-gf from Taiwan came to visit me. This is not the same ex-gf as the one I broke up with about 6 months ago. She doesn’t have any friends in the bay area anymore, so her purpose for visiting would be just to visit me. She does have a friend in Los Angeles, so her plan on visiting was to visit and stay with me for a week, head to Los Angeles, visit her friend and niece in LA, and then come back here for another week. Unfortunately during this time I need to work during the weekdays, so she’ll be by herself.
When my ex asked if she could stay at my place, she wanted to stay in the second bedroom, because “sleeping in my bedroom wouldn’t be good for her”. I said she could stay in the second bedroom, but in the back of my mind, I knew she wouldn’t be staying in there for long. Yah, I know, evil of me, huh? I was talking with my friend L about this and all she had to say was “I can’t believe you made a booty call half way around the world!” (sigh) Why do I continue to talk to L?
So I pick up the ex-gf at the airport. It’s been so long since I’ve last seen her, about 5 or 6 years, that I didn’t recognize her at first. I gave her a hug, and went back to my house to drop her off so I could go to work. Came home after work and showed off my new culinary skills by making the maple glazed pork chops. She was thoroughly impressed since last time she saw me, I didn’t cook at all. It didn’t take long for us to finish dinner and for me to whisk her back to the bedroom for some sex. So much for her plans of sleeping in separate bedrooms. But something wasn’t right. The sex, it wasn’t that great. I mean I was getting some after all, so it ain’t all bad, but it wasn’t good either. Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t really have any feelings for her, or the fact that she goes all limp during sex. Yah, I mean almost all limp. I mean she was making all the right noises and stuff, but it was like doing a rag doll, it was that limp. Then it all came back to me. The sex, the low amount of conversation, the fact that we don’t talk, partly because of the language barrier, and partly because, well she’s pretty dumb. Some of the reasons why I broke it up with her in the first place. As a matter of fact, looking back at it, it was a WTF was I thinking type of relationship. I’m not sure why I ever even got into that relationship. After that night, I realized it was going to be a long two weeks coming ahead.