First date after breakup

Going off of where I left off yesterday 
I went on a date single date with this guy named Thomas (and no, if you have read any of my other posts, you would know that I never use other people's real name, or nearly almost don't, so we could easily say that Thomas isn't his real name either. I know, shocker)
Sure I had fun on the date, but it was simply fun. I really didn't cared much on half of the things he had on his plate, or talked about. It was completely different from when I was with Pablo.
 This morning I kept thinking about the past, kept thinking about my date with Thomas, and thought about how selfish I am of a person.
I know I don't like Thomas that way, but I still continued to talk to him.
I made it clear to him that I didn't want a relationship, I don't want the bullshit of boyfriend and girlfriend.
I was hurt once, and I don't want to be hurt again, I don't want to pour my heart out there, just for it to be scarred again.
We're supposing on "friendship" basis, and going on dates to dates basis considering there's a second date coming in about two days. But I can't help but hate myself for putting myself in the situation I am in right now.
I don't care about Thomas, I don't care about the stories he shares, and the things he complain about. Meanwhile I love to hear about Pablo's every single tiny detail complains. I know this may sound crazy and all, but this definately gives you a sign that you shouldn't be continuing to go on a date with someone if you're not even intesrsted in the things they say.
I don't understand how Thomas is still sticking his nose into my life despite the fact that I been nothing but cold to him.
He'd text many texts, and ask if I want food here and there, at least once a day, and he'd ask if he can drop by to see me everyday, and we aren't even dating or anything.
Then I get scared, thinking....
What if this was Pablo and mine relationship before?
What if Pablo's completely lost his feelings for me? Then what's the point of me trying to force him back when he doesn't feel anything for me? It'd just be shooting myself on the knee.
But then if he still had some feelings for me somewhere in him, then that's a completely different story.
But then I will never be able to hear the complete truth or know how he truly feels about me, after all if I did in the beginning we wouldn't be where we are today.

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I mean honesty how terrifying is it to be loved by someone so much, but you don't love them back? The feeling isn't mutual, so how can you live with that?
For some, maybe it's easy to live like that, because they're used to being care for, or perhaps money reasoning, and to them money value is more important than love.
But for others, just being able to be pampered and treated like a princess is enough, no need for real love, where it might risk getting hurt, and etc.

At the end of the day, just how much do true love worth in society?
At the end of the day, just how much do feelings and emotions worth in society?

At the end of the day, I begin to doubt humanity. Because people do judge by looks, people do percieve others, and try to gain advantage of others.
What do I get? What's the benefit of me doing this? What am I going to get out of that?

Day 3 after everything

Waking up early in the morning to a nightmare again, to losing him. Haven't had a nightmare like that for a while, haven't had a nightmare like that for two weeks now, and suddenly having it again really is putting a toll on me, on my morning emotions, and wake up routine.
I want to give up so badly, I want to let go, I want to move on. My feelings for him are numb, but then the memories forbid me to move on. The new set of memories I created with him along with the old ones that were put on hold.
I hate the feeling. Maybe going back the second time waasn't a good idea. Perhaps he was right about getting closer, that we shouldn't have gotten that much closer, just because of how much more painful it was pulling myself apart from him again.
I want to know how he is doing, and if he is struggling just like I am, or is he doing better than me?
He have a actual job, actual hobby, things to work on, and summer school while I am just stuck at home thinking about the same thing over and over. No wonder it's killing me way more than its killing him.
I remember when Daniel and I first broke up (my second boyfriend, the one before this one), I had other things to do, college, and etc to keep my core focus away from the pain. Sure there was pain, but it didn't sink that deep within. I remember crying at school that day when he let go of me after a fight, saying that he couldn't take it anymore. Which now thinking about it, is similar to what Pablo said (my most current ex).
That night when we spoke to 4am, he told me that he had a limit and the relationship way exceeded his limit, and he doesn't want to deal with it anymore. I regret every moment of me taking advantage of him. I regret a lot of things, knowing that I shouldn't have done it, but I let my emotion get the best of me, and ultimately losing him.
I don't want to live this way, live in a life where I can't control my emotions, let it run loose and get the worst of me. I want to be able to keep those who I truly value around, and I want to do it before it's too late, because I lose anymore people I treasure.
I dislike my personality, and how I value things way differently than they should be valued. I don't realize their value until I lose them. Reading back to my other entries of my digital journal, it made me realize something, that it's always when I am on the edge of losing Pablo that I write a letter of regret or something along the line. It's not right.
Human nature, we are never satisfied, we are greedy creature who always want to have more, always want the better end of the stick, and just always compare ourselves to others at time. Its something that comes to us naturally, and it makes me sick that I am like that. I should be satisfied with what I have rather than keep comparing to the nonexistence.
When I was with Pablo, I keep comparing my relationship with my past even though clearly they're over. I keep thinking to myself, that I can always go back to my old relationship if this one fails, that at least Daniel does this, Pablo doesn't even do that. But in reality, I didn't realize how much that was hurting me mentally and hurting the relationship. That kind of thoughts shouldn't even be approved to have in the first place.
Number one, I don't even love Daniel, I don't even want to be in a realtionship with him in the first place, so why I am even thinking that, and telling myself I can always go back to him. Sure he will take me anytime because he is single and did want me back at some point. He is a easy target if I just want to land back to a stage before. But I knew clearly I didn't want that, so why was I thinking that?
Number two, Daniel was a rebound that I ended up spending 2 years of my life with, sure we had our good times, but I never truly had feelings for him like I had with Pablo or Wilson (lets say that was my first boyfriend's name).
Number three, are you dating Daniel right now? No. So how the hell do you know if he can and will do it better than Pablo. What the hell was I even thinking at the time? I have no idea.
I remember when I was dating Daniel, I did the similar thing and thought about Wilson. I tend to live in the past a little too much, leading to a lot of argument because I think I am not treated the way I was suppose to be treated.
I was a spoiled bum when it comes to being in a relationship because I always get what I want when I want it. And with Pablo letting me, it just makes it way easier to take advantage of him without noticing, which is something I wanted to slap myself in the face for. I can't believe I didn't see it. How uncomfortable I was when Daniel was demanding me to do things, how uncomfortable when I feel like a lot of times I am forced against my will, and have no voice or say in things. Yet when I am in a relationship with Pablo, I did exactly what Daniel did to me. Barely leaving him room to breath.

When you hold someone too tight, barely leaving them room to breathe, you will only end up losing them in the process. 

 I want to do anything in my power to get him back, but then he doesn't want back into this relationship in particular because of all the bad its done was way over the goods. He lost his feelings for me, lost the feeling of love for a while, he thought if he tried hard enough he could perhaps get it back, or perhaps be happy, or perhaps we would be happy, but that didn't last long because of how I am and how this relationship was structured.
It didn't have a good foundation to begin with, we escalated way too quickly, and without first or second date, we went straight base after base after the first kiss. And it didn't take long for home run to happen when usually in dating it should be the opposite. He emphaised on that a lot, because that was the main thing that led to this distrust. Because according to him if I can move that fast with him, then that must mean I can move that fast with anyone, but he was the only one who I ever was comfortable in moving that fast with.
This is weird that I only just realized this right now as I am typing, but I was comfortable with everything since the beginning. Sure in the beginning it was a bit weird, and scary because it was all new, but then I wasn't uncomfortable like how I was when I was with Daniel.
Yesterday I was on the phone with my friend who was interning at Washington DC (3 hour difference, yet she stayed on the phone with me till 1am, which over there was 4am, thank you. let's call her Ida) While being on the phone with Ida I realized that I was never comfortable with the idea of sex when I was with Daniel. When we first had it, I wasn't mentally or physcially ready, and througout the relationship, i dont think I was ever ready. Sure there were hormones in me that got me want to do things, but never sex with him. Maybe it's just my memories fabricating on me, but I was never so willing and so comfortable in something like sex until I met Pablo.
Why are all these realization hitting me so late in life, way too late to achieve anything anymore. It's just like humans realize they're ruining the earth a few billion years too late even though they knew what they were doing and what the consequences were.
Like what do you mean cutting trees kills life, kills bioamosphere, and cause more CO2 in the environment, and green house gases. What do you mean we are low on tree and oxygen production? What do you mean that we are all going to die because of the lack of trees? So you're telling me that making paper kills trees?
Dumb logic people don't start analyzing until late, I mean yeah sure it beats never realizing it, but it doesn't make it better realizing it all this late.
I think humanity and their thinking process is stupid. I mean its beautiful, but sometimes stupid, or maybe just mine.

Morning Oral

Last night when he came back, it got a bit awkward because of what happened right before he left for the soccer game.

We never really talked about it after his hormones gone down, so when we finally sat in the same room and talked about it, it got weird.

He told me, “Jenny, I need to talk to you.”

Then he continues the sentence with, “Sorry,”

He pushes the friends for benefit thing off of the table, but then again we were all drained and out of hormones to deal with our desires if we had any at the moment.

“I took advantage of you and your emotions when I shouldn’t have, and I am sorry”

He pauses a bit and then continues, “this is wrong, and its not healthy, its not right for you, that I am just taking advantage of your feelings for me for my sexual pleasure”

When girls hear things like that I mean they should feel good because the guys actually realizes what they’re doing ( I mean sure it’s after he finished that he realized all that but hey better than never right).Better late than never.

But I didn’t want that, I liked what we had and wouldn’t mind continuing it.

I don’t know if it was the fact that we’re not suppose to be doing it that is getting my heart racing, or just my horny hormones in general, but the original feelings I had for him were long gone. In fact it was when he left for the soccer game that I was still shaking in shock of what happened and other half of me confused.

In some senses it felt like how it felt when we first started hugging each other a year ago, heck the only difference is we already dated.

So what if I never had feelings for him and all the feelings I had were just urges and the need for someone to be there?

It’s a scary thought in the long run, but what if I never loved him, and he never loved me and we just thought that the feelings we had were love when it really wasn’t love to begin with.

I know what I had with my first love was definitely love, sure there were hormones involved but I had a thing for him for 7, 8 years nonstop. Something I didn’t have with anyone else.

The scary thought got to me while I was dining too, what the hell did I put myself through the past year?

Heck did I even love the last boyfriend I had before this one?

Did I ever love? Or are they all just feelings I have fabricated and none of them were actually real? What if they were just all hormones and all that?

So anyways the night ended with this can’t ever happen again and that he was sorry about what he did and all.

But then the next morning, right when I thought all of this were gonna be over, he came into the room to wake me up to eat breakfast because he had to go to work and couldn’t prepare my food and so he wanted me to watch the soup and prep it myself.

Then I reeled him in, well not really, just grabbed his hand because he was trying to shake me while I am half asleep.

And strangely, he leaned over and let me pull him. And slowly he got onto the bed right next to me. The Twin size bed.

And from there I hugged him initially, and it led to almost what happened yesterday.

He kept repeating, “I hate you” even though let’s admit it, he doesn’t

Appearantly he said he saw my boobs earlier and it was my fault that got him all like that, but the half asleep me have definitely nothing to do with it. Come on, I was half asleep, his wondering eyes got to see my cleavage, oh I am sorry for having some, its not like I purposely pop em out and be like here it is.

From him originally rushing because he was going to head off to work, to him being on bed, not wanting to go to work anymore because of his sexual desire, and because of what his penis is telling him, its kind of interesting to see how weak men really are when it comes to things like this.

I mean nothing besides snuggling happened, and then 2 minutes before we left, he said, “I will kiss you but then after we really have to get up.”

Haha bad idea, of course it led to wanting to stay longer, but anyways when we finally got up and headed to the kitchen and started prepping food, and was on a wheel chair while he was standing. So my head was the same height to his waist, and of course you guessed it, a bit of oral happened.

So much for promise me that this is not going to happen again. We all know we are bad with those kind of promises.

He even said something that surprised me, “I mean you have one more day here, we might as well make the best of it with that day left.”

Never expected him to say that.

Humans have their desires that aren’t going to be fulfilled that easily.

But I pushed him out to actually leaving for work because girls have more self control than guys when it comes to these things, weirdly enough.

He changed and left.

I thought you know maybe  after he left he is going to get a good shake and realize what happened was wrong and you know stop there, but then when he got to work he texted me that, “My boss isn’t even here….We could have “delayed traffic” a little longer (-___-)” because when he said he was late for work, I told him to tell his boss that there was delayed traffic.

But I never expected him to text me that when he was at work.

I thought you know it would hit him, but then again if our sexual tension isn’t released I guess it’s really hard to make much of a right decisions.

We will see where it goes from here. I will keep my digital journal updated since I have nothing much else to do anyways.

Unexpected Break Up Sex

I did something bad.

Something really bad , regrettably bad.

I had sex with my ex.

I mean don’t get me wrong, I have had sex with my exs before, but never like this.

The person who no longer love me, the person who honestly stopped caring for me and have any emotions for me.

The person who I admire for the longest time still after break up. (I am not sure about it anymore)

But honestly how the hell did we get here, broken up, lead to oral sex, and a conversation about possibly friends for benefit, although in his thinking it’d just be benefit, bootycalls.

He doesn’t want to deal with a relationship, not with me anyways since he doesn’t have any feelings for me anymore. Makes sense.

“Emotionless sex, is that what you want?” he asked me while we were at it, “It’s just so wrong.” He says as we continued.

I know its wrong, how can two people who broke up have emotionless sex, but it happens, our hormones tells us what feels good and what doesn’t and we just end up doing it.

It may be because of his lack of sleep, since he slept at 4am and had to wake up at 8am. Or maybe it’s because of his man needs that finally got to the best of him, but for whatever reason it is that finally led him to not logically think what I initially wanted, I got it.

For him to break down his wall and make out with me.

It started off with him coming back from work and hanging in the guest room where I was. We talked a bit before he took half of the twin size bed. I wanted to hug him, but of course I knew about his no touching rules and I didn’t. The closeness, being able to smell his scent, I know I don’t feel for him the same way I did before, but I missed it, missed being able to hug him anytime and just I guess someone there.  He said that in 5 minutes he was just going to go off to sleep, and laid there with me.

“How stupid of you to not take advantage of the 5 minutes.” He said, “I am here to talk to you about anything for 5 minutes and you’re wasting it.”

I smiled, because honestly this was enough, I didn’t need a conversation, just by being this close with him, I liked it. I missed it enough. Somewhere in my long term memory was used to it. It felt almost like he stayed for way longer though. When he finally got off the bed, and left to his room, and closed the door behind him, he laughed as he jumped on the bed because originally he was suppose to go to a soccer game and his friend just texted him that he was out of work and ready to go right when Pablo was about to take a nap.

So I rolled in with my chair with wheels and leaned my head on the side of the bed as he laid on his bed. I knew I shouldn’t be close to him, because he didn’t want that. But things got weird fast, from him patting me with his knee to him putting his hand close to me on the pillow I was hugging.

“’Your weird.”

“What why?”

“This whole thing is weird.”

“What is weird.”

“You staying at my house, that’s why you can only stay until Thursday”

“What does that even mean?”

“It seems so much like nothing’s changed, that anything could technically happen.”

We shared eye contacts, and slowly, I pushed my hand close to his hands and held it. From there things escalated, conversation escalated. And he asked, “Do you want to come onto the bed?”

I nodded, as he pulled me up telling me, “then come”

As I headed up onto the bed, he hugged me tightly to my surprise. It’s been so long, so, so long. I missed it all. It’s weird, I know I lost my feelings for him, but my heart beated so fast, I was scared, I didn’t know what was happening, it seemed almost just like when we first started hugging. I was shaking a little.

He didn’t want kisses initially, and he said that, “this is going to be bad later on, for you emotionally”.

I smiled and said, “it’s okay, I’d rather live the moment than not have lived the moment” and it’s true.

I have spent too much time in life to think and imagine what would’ve happened if this happened, and what would’ve happened if that happened, it was time to start acting upon it.

We hugged tightly as I pressed my face onto his neck, and whispered, “plus that’s how we started anyways.”

He said something that was really interesting though, “While other couples have complained about having crappy sex, that’s something we have always been amazing at.” And it was true, we did have many amazing sex moments, and that was got to be one of the greatest thing I am going to miss about the relationship, the sex.

I told him, “I know, we always had amazing sex and they were never boring.”

He smiles and then tells me, “that’s because I know my ways and am creative with my ways, and you don’t mind going along with it.”

If we have a communication issue, sex was defiantly something we didn’t have much communication issues with, I guess hormones does help with communication and not help with communications at time.

Which was true, we started our initial relationship hugging. Long hugging period which lead to all that esculation later (just like what happened today). From him not wanting any kisses or anything more than a hug, I convienced him into a one time thing.

Utlimately, he said “fine, but promise me, that this is a one time thing, and after this there will be no physical contact, and that nobody can know about this”

And how can I say no? My hormones’ been dancing around since he lured me into that hug, and if it wasn’t for my bleeding vagina I would’ve done way more than what we have done then.

He had his fun, he had his oral sex all the way while I had barely anything.

I wouldn’t call it equality, but hey, I guess I was the one who said that I didn’t mind it.

Never perfomed an oral that much on anyone and all of a sudden I was able to perform on my ex more than my boyfriend when he was in a relationship with me?

I guess you’re more open to change and surrounding later on in life or something along the lines, who the hell knows.

I am fucking confused myself.

I don’t even know what the hell just happened and am still stunned at all that have happened a few hours ago. He was 30 minutes late to meeting his friend before of us. We spent a whole hour together.

It’s going to be a bit weird facing him later that I don’t know if I want to face him later tonight when he comes back from the game at 12am.

I think I am just going to go with the flow and see how it goes from there.

No regrets.  Life is too short for regrets.

Although during sex we did have many interesting conversation, where I asked if he masturbated when we broke up (of course he did) I meant how many times.

And his response was, “this month? Or this week?”

I said both, and waited. He hesitated and didn’t want to answer at first, but later I was like, “hey if I am able to go all out on oral sex, you got to give me something.”

Then after more hesitation he finally said, “3 this week, and 12 this month.”

I was like damn, a regular masturbation of 4 times turned into 12 after a break up, makes sense though because I masturbated practically three times a day the first two weeks or so when we broke up. My sex drive was really high for some weird reason, I guess we were really sexually active to a point that when we stopped all of a sudden I had to feed the hunger with something and masturbating one time doesn’t beat the sex for one time.

I guess the reference can go to vampire knight, how eating the blood tablet is not the same thing like drinking actual human blood you know. Just like drinking blood from stranger doesn’t taste as good as drinking blood from your lover, but in this case Pablo. Strange analogy but if you’re an Vampire Knight fan you’d know.