Done with the man (warning, Rated R-ish)

So yesterday, my friend Courtnee and I hung out for a little bit and we went shopping for some stuff. She needed to get some special shaving cream so we ended up going to a *gasp* Sex store called Condoms Galore. I was so scared and embarrassed to go in there. I was thinking, "Lord, I hope no one sees me go in there, please, Lord please."

So I'm in there and I figure, why not get a box of condoms. I'm seeing someone and it has gotten to that level, so why the heck not. Now I see the selection of condoms there and I have no idea what the heck I'm supposed to get, so I ask Court (who is 5 yrs younger that I am) and she chooses Trojan ribbed for her pleasure. That was my first ever condom buying experience.

So while I'm there, I look around to see what else they have. So there's the ususal "toys" and I'm thinking, "Hmm, I think I want one. Since I'm here, I might as well go all out." So whatever "toy I get, it has to be purple because that is my favorite color and if I am going to get something that is going to be my new virtual best friend, it has to be my favorite color. What did I end up getting you ask? I got a rabbit. If you know what that is, mmhmm! If you don't then don't worry about it. What made it funny was that there was an Easter sale on all rabbits, HAHAHA 25% off of all rabbits.

So we go to the mall afterwards and while we are there, the guy I'm seeing calls and says that he wants to "hang out". I shorten my time with my friend and I go home to prep. Well I'm not the neatest person in the world, but I'm not ridiculously messy either. I had a few dishes in the sink and my bedroom floor had some clothes on it so I had to tidy up a bit.

Anyway, not much happened, but he confirmed that he was moving away and I got a little sad. Get this, he didn't understand why I was feeling sad. Men! So today was my last day of seeing him (his is currently driving to Pittsburgh) and I wanted us to share a proper "goodbye". Now he's gone and I am so happy I got my rabbit (I think I'll call it Morgan). I'll never see him again, or maybe even talk to him again.

Hmm, look at that, I'm over it. HAHA!