I've become so overwhelmed with this dating thing that I've overbooked myself this weekend with two Italians... well one Italian, one half Italian (and half Puerto Rican). I know my Italian friend will go on at nauseum if I cancel, or change our plans to hang out. I guess I'll have to move my Italian/Puerto Rican to Friday. In truth, as much as I love hanging out with the full Italian (and yes, by hang out I mean have sex, but we also are somewhat friends) I can't seem to figure out why he wanted to chill so badly. Like I said, I adore him, but I can't help thinking he has an agenda. Which is fine, I guess, he's one of those people I can't complain about it. I know how he is. I guess I'll just be happy with that the fact that he doesn't refer to me as "that fat Puerto Rican bitch that thinks I love her, but really I just use her for rides" like this other girl... at least not to my face, but I can only hope he doesn't at all.
Now, the Italian/Puerto Rican is a different case. I actually like him. Not just his cock. (But that's not bad either). He's a sweetie, and we hang out more than we fuck. His brother and I are close, and we met one day while I was chilling with his brother. We hit it off. I've been having some personal life issues, and haven't been around as much. He's such a cutie, he calls my phone and says "[Mel]!! Baby, I miss your face. Let's hang out this Saturday! We can get food, smoke, go to a party, whatever you want. I know the last time we spoke you weren't doing well, we'll just have a good time." That really touched me. Yeah, I can somewhat talk to my Italian fuck buddy, but only to a degree. This kid, the half Italian, is genuinely my friend. I don't even call him my fuck buddy because we're not like that at all. I really just adore him. I don't have many friends, and it's nice to know he considers me one.
Anyhow, I found the perfect outfit. It's something my friends and I like to call "Whore-Couture". Not "slutty" but definitely showing more skin than I would for a regular friend. That's for my Italian/Puerto Rican, because he's worth it, and I know he genuinely wants to see me more than just my cleavage (but he'll be able to see that too). I'm not sure what I'll wear Saturday. I'll figure it out.
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