Serendipity

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
― Emery Allen

 

I feel this to be true. The universe does work in peculiar ways in my experience, and I swear absolutely everything in my life always seems to come full circle at some point or another. Even if it’s not always the most pleasant of bookends, I do believe the universe seeks connections and experiences to be fulfilled at some point.

I’ve had way too many coincidences to think that they are just simply that…. a coincidence. I think its also small tests though. To see if you’re strong enough to say no to old flames. To see if you made the right call. Make sure that you were confident in the decisions that had them enter and leave your life, and maybe pop up once or twice again.

This past summer I ran into more ex flings/lovers than I could even fathom. It was straight up out of a rom-com, where the lead (myself) could not catch a break! So this occurred late June I believe. I had just broken up with my current boyfriend and was feeling very unsure of that decision (See >> https://sexualinnuendo.ca/2019/05/16/202/ ) so needless to say, I was emotionally vulnerable. I was also a little depressed, and frankly a lot horny. Fast forward to my two friends’ joint birthday party at a large rooftop bar downtown, with pretty much my entire group of friends, having a great night, drinking lots of beverages, getting tipsy. Enter high school crush #1, we will call him Edward, and I immediately turn into a useless, giddy teenage girl again. I was actually flirting with another random when I saw him, and completely just ditched talking to him to grab a drink at the bar with Edward and his friend right away. Not a lost thought for the poor guy I just completely abandoned. Some people you just can’t say no to. Edward is one of those guys. In high school, we were always flirty, but it was usually pretty one-sided on my end, having the biggest boner for him possible, while he mostly extorted me for free gum. I’ve run into him throughout the years post-school though, and we even had some make-out sessions and one blowjob on my best friend’s bed. So there was a lot of history. We hit it off in no time, and start kissing quite quickly. At some point, though he leaves to go see his friend or something, and I just return to my friends, no big deal. Enter old flame numero 2, we will call him Dean. Dean is THAT guy. The guy that could have, would have, should have, but was always just a dick.

Dean was my on-again-off-again friend with benefits for just over a year. I was in love with him, but he never returned that sentiment. We had SO much fun together. He was (and is to this day) the best sex I’ve ever had, no contest. He was a complete asshole though, leading me on constantly, horrible at communication, just toying with my emotions endlessly. Then he ghosted me stone-cold one day, and I returned the favour right back. So my surprise when I saw him, standing at the bar, was intense, because I hadn’t seen or heard from him in over a year. After a year of some of the most passionate rendezvous, I have ever experienced, it abruptly ended. With a lot of warranted anger on my end. As there was a bit of a blow out that led to our ignoring of one another (that’s a bit of another story entirely though.) He sheepishly approaches me, and I’m tipsy enough to let him. Much to my shock, his first words are, ‘I totally understand if you want to slap me right now, and never talk to me again, but I saw you awhile ago, and I had to say hi, and I had to say I’m sorry.’ Which made me melt, because a man I had been waiting on an apology from for over a year, right away did just that. I told him, of course, I won’t slap you, I’m happy to see you (which I was.) However, I knew better than to trust garbage from his mouth with all of the dirty he had done me in the past. Being kind of drunk and validated though I bought into it. He further continues into a deeper, really genuine sounding apology, and it seemed quite authentic. Me being low-key still a little in love with him ate it up and accepted it. Although I was having very conflicting thoughts about it all, but it felt good so I went with it. Then I asked if he was currently single because I was drunk and curious & noticed we kept getting closer throughout our conversation. He says, lets both say our status on the count of three and sure enough, we are both single! Go figure. Thus, commence dancing, which turned into grinding, which turned into making out. Now I know you’re thinking as you’re reading this, why am I giving the time of day to this asshole, and my answer is, I was stupid, vulnerable and a little drunk, and we’ve just got the most undeniable chemistry I’ve ever experienced with anyone. At any rate, after a little dancing and smooching, he says he needs to catch up with his friend and will be right back, just had to go let him know where he had buggered off to for like an hour. Which totally fair, whatever. So I re-join my friends.

A little time passes, that seems like an eternity, and I’m starting to fear the worst, that he fucked off on me again, and that I’m an idiot, and that I really shouldn’t be making out with this dickwad.

Enter Edward again. Which now I’m like even MORE emotionally vulnerable after thinking I just got ditched, and he’s feeling pretty fine again. So we quickly begin macking on each other, which like holy shit! As I’m literally just pulling away from a snog from Edward though, who reappears way later than they insinuated… Dean motherfucking Dean, is like, heyyyy. So I have to introduce Dean to Edward, and we all briefly SUPER awkwardly chat, but holy shit my mind is racing as to, who the hell I’m going to continue hanging with. They are literally both side by side facing and looking at me, both looking ready to grab me and make-out or whatever with me. Like I’m this piece of meat they need to fight over. My brain literally is broken. Like who do I pick?? Dean?? Edward? Dean? Neither??!!! (in retrospect neither was the best choice) I mean they are both rather undeserving, and I swear to god I just screamed frustration into my shirt in front of them and like froze. I just stopped talking haha. Like I literally couldn’t fathom what was happening and when I sort of looked up after having this small panic attack, Dean was sort of the one there grabbing me saying let’s go. So I went with Dean. To be honest to my vagina was doing the talking a bit, and I knew that the night with Dean was going to be probably more fun sexually speaking. So off we went. I felt really bad about ditching Edward but it just sorts of happened before I could really do anything about it, then my choice was made. (For the record, I texted him and apologized later on for my weird behaviour.)

Dean and I grab a cab and after me not making any decisions, he just takes me to his house. Which is conveniently a block away from my most recent exes (Christ!) I wasn’t positive I wanted to have sex with Dean. But as stated before, our connection and chemistry is literal insanity, and I just couldn’t resist. We fucked like animals. It was insane. I was just soaking wet before we even did anything major. We moved into the shower pretty quickly early on and stayed in there for literally 2 hours, with Vance Joy as our soundtrack & candles being our only light source. Romantic much? It was hard not to bone like bunnies. We went TO TOWN on one another. Butts, tongues, fingers, dick, it was hard to even know what was going on where at what time! We went at it for hours and it was honestly incredible. Truly. Like I don’t know why or how but our sex is just on a whole other level than anyone else I’ve been with. When we FINALLY finished we snuggled and had a really deep chat. I slept over, and we woke up and fucked again. I could barely even do it I was so sore from our late-night session hours before haha, but we managed anyway. It was pleasant though, and then he drove me to my car which was much appreciated. We kissed goodbye with no words regarding the future. So it was just a great fuck for old time’s sake. However a nice bookend to the Dean saga. It was really validating I wasn’t just ignored forevermore. It all came full circle. On my terms, with an apology and a nice fuck for good measure haha. I honestly don’t feel any regret or guilt and nor do I feel any longing for him anymore. I think I will always have feelings for him that are somewhat present, but I’m very at peace that we are not meant to be and he was a great learning experience. You never marry the man who gives you the best sex. So I’ve been told anyways… I’m very much hoping to change that theory with my future hubby.

I have a multitude of lessons learned from that whole learning experience. Who knows if he will ever resurface again, but I’m ok if he does not. So I think the universe really just wanted that whole hurt resolved and tucked away with a bow.

Fast forward to a few weeks later with Edward. After texting an apology for sort of ditching him at the bar, we started chatting and he invited me to a Canada Day party he was having. I decided to go with my beautiful friend Maxine. We show up, and its literally, Edward, Maxine and I. Apparently we missed the actual ‘party?’ We proceed to drink with him regardless and make art together (he’s an artist.) At first, we are flirty as all hell, but throughout the course of the evening, he proceeds to move his affection from me to my best friend Maxine.  At the end of the evening, he tries to kiss her right in front of me, which was just a dick move. Like don’t be making out with me at the bar a week before, flirting a lot afterwards, and invite ME out, & then make moves on my friend. So I think the universe literally just wanted to validate my choice of taking Dean home instead of him the previous week. It also wanted me to follow through though just so I wouldn’t have that ‘what if’ feeling.

I truly think everything is meant to be, and everything happens for a reason. These serendipitous events always leave an interesting impact, and can really shape how you choose to lead your life after they’ve thrown a curveball into your path. I like to think something’s looking out for me, that karmic energy that rewards the good I feel I am outputting, and I hope these funny coincidences are meant as a little nugget towards the path to true happiness. Here’s hoping! xx

Small Paul

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Let me tell you all a story, of many moons ago, when I went on a date with a fellow, with a dick as small as his big toe.

So, it started out great. We went for drinks at this cute bar, & really hit it off. We were flirting our pants off one another, and I drank enough wine for three. We had a lovely first date and I was eager to go on another! Fast forward to date number two. We get some ice-cream and head back to his place. A little fast-paced for my norm, but I was really vibing with him, and this was back when I was fresh-off-the-boat single for the first time, and really didn’t know the norms, nor did I care about them for dating. AKA: I wanted to bump uglies with this hot dude! So we get into his impressive apartment and start making out right away. Clothes flew off quickly, and as I’m making out with him, my hand travels to his… well penis. It feels rather minuscule, but hey, some guys are growers, not showers, and I figure our steamy make-out session must not be getting him hard yet. So I start giving him a half-assed handjob, although honestly, it wasn’t the type of handjob to make him cum, it was just like some foreplay sort of touching, not like I’m vigorously rubbing one out for him. Didn’t seem to matter though, because next thing I know, somehow I am covered in cum! He projectile came with zero warning! We were like facing each other on the couch, and because of this position, the cum decorated me like a Jackson Pollock painting, across my stomach, getting everywhere! So buddy, JUMPS up, and runs to the bathroom yelling “DON’T LET IT GET ON THE SOFA” and throws me a towel, so I can wipe myself up. Then he’s like, ‘I gotta take a shower’ so I’m just sort of like…. okay, I guess I’ll just sit here with a gross cum towel and wait for you to rinse off. Meanwhile, my heads spinning! I’m like, ‘he wasn’t even hard!’ ‘was he hard?’ ‘his dick is literally a micro-penis?’ ‘what just happened?’ ‘do I go join him in the shower?’ ‘do I leave?’ ‘do I get dressed?’ among a million other thoughts. As I had never really had anything like this occur, and this was one of my first dates after dating the same boy for six years. I opted to just sit and wait for him. When he finally came out of the shower. He was SO incredibly awkward. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. Then I was still naked and immediately regretted that because he had gone the extra mile to get dressed. He wouldn’t even speak to me, besides muttering some rather incoherent words. We settled on watching some television, while I awkwardly re-dressed myself. After he was acting like some weird, embarrassed zombie, and wouldn’t even much acknowledge my presence. I quickly gave him a very awkward hug and said I had better be on my way. He offered zero arguments otherwise, and I left having one of the strangest times on a date. He was sort of an asshole about the whole thing. I was actually astonished when he texted me later in the week, wanting to meet up again, but being rather rude in general. So because of his rudeness, I don’t feel bad dubbing him Small Paul a man, who had a literal micropenis and is the smallest I’ve ever seen much less held in person. (Like it was literally completely covered & then some with one of my fists on it.)

The Picturesquely

Do you ever feel like you’re living your life as a movie script? Every next move, not quite because of your intentions, but because it was predisposed to occur already set into motion by some higher power? If you do, you’ll know how I am feeling about seventy-five percent of the time. This past weekend was no exception. My friend, we will call her Zet, was having a party for her brand new single dropping, and she was having it in a Castle! So I invited my new squeeze, we shall call him, Vade, and eagerly anticipate the evening. Granted, I already know that three former crushes have all RSVPed ‘attending’ on the facebook group. So I already knew I was in for quite an interesting evening. We arrive, and it is quite the venue. It’s like an installation 60’s castle art space on crack, it was actually rather fantastic! Felt very dream-like and otherworldly, like we had been transported back a few decades…. that or taken a lot of drugs. The crowd here was a very odd smorgasbord of people, which just added to the delight! Vade and I arrive and quickly realize we were idiots for not bringing some acholic bevvies, so we do a brisk walk to the nearest liquor store. Bare-legged in January, not really certain of my whereabouts, it felt like the cutest little adventure, hand in hand with my new man, who I had just slept with for the first time ever, mere hours before. Giddy from the new of it all. I opt for a simple tall can Somersby blackberry cider and after no luck finding pre-made ceasers, Vade settles for a case of beer. We skip back to the party, ready to mingle with our new-found juice of confidence. Enter, man number one, who I went on some dates with not too long ago, and low-key think he might be vaguely in love with me. That was nice and awkward, then I think he’s with some new girl, but not super clear if they are on a date or not. Not sure how to interact, and it just ends up being very uncomfortable forced conversation. Then after that, queue man #2 who had made his crush on me quite obvious, who ALSO has some new girl on his arm. Yet another weird conversation happens. Luckily crush #3 never showed up. Talk about a weird smothering of ex-love interests and current all holed up together in the same strange castle, that we have just discovered is actually haunted! After all the subtle drama though, we got to enjoy an evening of a sweet tune, with some amazing people. Then I got to go home and bang my new boy some more. So it turned into pretty great, movie-script Friday! xox