Thursday, June 12, 2008

Vanilla women...

It seems whenever a submissive chick like me comes around a guy, the vanilla women on the horizon seem to sense "danger" and stick out their claws. It's almost amusing if it weren't so predictable.

Pete's been boinking several vanilla chicks (for what reason, only God knows), perhaps thinking he might be able to 'convert' them to kink. Who knows. Beating dead horses is not my hobby though, so I have no clue what attracts him to this habit.

So one chick in particular has been causing the most drama after meeting me; first being nice to my face, then calling him the next day to tell him she's all done with him, he's a liar, he's a jerk, etc., and to come get his stuff from her place, etc., then calling me "the Betty Boop type," (aka: SLUT), which I thought was rather rude...considering I had nothing but nice things to say about her. I'm sure she had other equally as rude comments about me besides that one, but Pete did not share those with me.

But last night she calls him up, after dumping him cold 3 days ago, (for the 2nd time), to beg him to help her with her car that needed to be taken to the garage for repairs, and oh by the way, would he also take her to the airport this morning for a business trip, and oh by the way, since you live so CLOSE to the airport, howz about I just crash in your BED overnight too?

He's told me himself that she's the queen of drama and manipulation, so why then did he willingly fall for her obvious claw-riddled BS, and voluntarily agree to let her run him over like a Mack truck like that? What the hell kind of "Dom" would allow such a thing, especially from a VANILLA chick?

I'm beginning to think perhaps I'll skip the June 21 weekend visit. I don't need the drama, the hassle, or the BS that goes with other vanilla chicks, to complicate MY life, and I resent them even making the attempt. They have no right to take up even 5 minutes of my time writing about them on this blog, much less getting in the middle of a relationship I've started with Pete.

Pete knows I will never fight over a guy, for any reason, because they simply aren't worth it. I have yet to meet one who is worth fighting over. If this vanilla chick wants Pete so badly, and it's obvious she does, then I will simply bow out gracefully and let her have him. I've told him this already, and I mean what I say.

Besides, I'm not giving up Peter for him or anybody else either. So I am not complaining that he's dating others, that's fine, as long as he uses condoms with them. But for me to drive 4.5 hours there just to sleep in the same bed as SHE was in last night, (and probably many times previously which never dawned on me until now), kinda gives me the creeps.

He claims they didn't have any nooky, but of course I will never really KNOW if that's true or not, will I. And if this chick has her claws out, which she does, I'm sure she at least made an attempt of luring him into temptation. I already know Pete doesn't have much self-control when it comes to his willy, and it makes me wonder really, how good of a Dom can he really be, if he can't even control his own willy?

That's always been something I've noticed about so-called "Dom's" in the scene, especially the big fat ones----they claim to be Dominant, but how come they can't even control the amount of food they stuff into their gaping gob pie holes?? I don't think so. If you can't control your own penis, or your own food intake, there's NO WAY IN HELL you're ever gonna be able to take control of ME.

So that's my thought for today. Perhaps I'd better stick with Peter and call it good.

Love, Sassy Girl

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