I am literally writing this story as it's happening. Right now it is 2am and I am sitting at my computer furiously typing this to get it down as it happens.
There is a drunk girl in my apartment begging me to have sex with her. I am adamantly refusing, yet she doesn't seem to understand my words. Let's pick up the conversation, in progress:
Tucker "Stop. Leave me alone. I need to finish this."
Girl "But I want to talk to you."
Tucker "What do you want?"
Girl "You know what I want."
Tucker "And?"
Girl "I want to have sex with you."
Tucker "No."
Girl "Yes."
Tucker "What? No. Stop it. Go away."
Girl "Why not?"
Tucker "Because I don't want too."
Girl "Why not? What about a blow job? I give great head."
Tucker [Look of utter disbelief on my face]
Girl "Why not?"
Tucker "I DO NOT WANT TO. Jesus, are you serious? Do you have any self-respect."
Girl "I don't like you at all."
Tucker "Then why do you keep begging to give me head?"
Girl "I don't know."
I stayed in tonight, a Saturday, because I had a deadline I had to meet. I'm sitting here sober, trying to finish some writing, and I have a drunk girl begging to suck my dick.
But that's not all. Another friend of mine is over here (I won't call him out) because he was out drinking with her tonight, and he really wants to fuck her, but she's "blowing him off" so she can beg to put her lips on my dick.
This scene is absurd: He is begging her for sex, she is begging to suck my cock, and I just want both of them to leave me alone so I can write.
Is this my life? Am I here right now? I can't even get away from surreal shit when I stay in.
Posted by at 11:24 PM