Jenn's Reverie

Friday:

• Slept after work 'til about noon.
• Stayed up late.
• Doodled.
• Watched Dirty Dancing. (More like listened to it.) You wanna fight about it Gambl0r?

Saturday:

• Met family for early dinner for Grandmas birthdy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY again GRAMA!
• Got a new tattoo! Fuck yeah, bitches!
• Let my son stay up really late and eat sweets.
  

Sunday:

• Went to my PLATONIC bestfriends, girlfriends sons birthday party.
• Went with my sons grandma (dads mom) to get her belly pierced.
• Had grilled chicken ceasar salad and a Corona with sons grandma and her sister. Theyre both super hot! GILF! Is that wrong?
• Hung out with my PLATONIC bestfriend and his girlfriend. Funtimes!
• Went home.
• Slept.
• Came to work.
• Blogged.
• Didnt use apostrophes in this post just for Mexi.
  

Now try this.

1. Grab a calculator. (You won't be able to do this one in your head)
2. Key in the first three digits of your phone number (not the area code)
3. Multiply by 80
4. Add 1
5. Multiply by 250
6. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number
7. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number again.
8. Subtract 250
9. Divide number by 2

Do you recognize the answer?

I have always had male friends. Since as far back as I can remember. My freshman year of highschool, my bestfriend was JuanCarlos. We spent lots of time together. I met him through my friend/neighbor whom he used to date. They broke up, him and I became very close. His dad used to do the, "Are you sure you aren't gay? I can't believe you don't hook up with Jenn." Many, 'til this day don't believe we ever so much as kissed. He took me to homecoming, we went to movies, baseball games and anything else we could together. I actually hooked him up with another girl I hung out with alot at that time. Tried hooking him up with the step-sister, but no dice.

Eventually, I started dating my sons father and saw a little bit less of JuanCarlos. Though, we still tried to make time for eachother. He hung out with me and the new boyfriend a few times 'til he met his girlfriend. She didn't take a liking to me too well, so he slowly disappeared. She didn't want him having anyone other girl that meant something to him in his life. Even if I was just a friend.

His family always remembers my face, as does my family his. I did miss him for a really long time and wished our friendship would have remained as strong as it was. I mean, hell, we even got into an all out brawl with a brother and sister.

One of my closest and dearest friends now is Paul. I met Paul when I started to work at MCI. He was good friends with a guy I was kinda seeing at the time. One day Paul needed some advice about his relationship with his girlfriend and he was told to go talk to me by a couple of other people. So he did. He seemed to like what I had to say so he'd come back for more advice. His girlfriend didn't care. It's not she did or didn't like me. It was a whatever kinda thing. Anyhow, Paul and I ended up becoming very close. And still, people don't believe we ever so much as kissed. Never happened. Paul's absolutely gorgeous, but we were just meant to be friends. He's been with his girlfriend for about two years now and she's one of the people I like to hang out with most. She met him one night when him and I were out together. She's never once acted jealous or uncomfortable towards our relationship and I love her for it. I wasn't about to lose Paul as a friend. She doesn't care if we go out with out her and he doesn't care if we go out without him. They rock. Paul and I have tell eachother everything! Well, he tells me everything. I don't talk about sex. Not even to my girlfriends, usually. We've laughed, we've cried and we've done partied our little hearts out. My son loves him and so does my family and I'm very close to his family. I've met many good friends through him and vise versa.

Then we have Chris. I met Chris through my sons dad about 10 years ago. Chris is someone that used to drive me nuts. We'd fight alot. I hated that my ex would rather be with him partying than with me. Chris and I shared a few argumentative words, to put it lightly, in the past. Now, we're sure to keep in touch and make sure we're both doing all right. He doesn't even talk to my ex much or at all. But he is someone I'd make sure to do what I can for. I've met his girlfriends, he's met mine. He's hooked me up with his friends, I've hooked him up with mine. We can talk on the phone forever about anything and nothing.

Anyhow, those are just a few examples of platonic relationships. Those guys have never hit on me. Saying that I look pretty, or complimenting me any other way is not hitting on me. I've had many guys friends that originally wanted to hook up, but were okay with being friends. Paul tends to be more big brotherish with me. Wants to know who I'm dating and where I met him. What he's like and why he's like that. His girlfriend thinks it's funny. Even Paul's brother can be the same. His brother just recently married and had a baby with a great friend of mine.

Anyhow, platonic relationships ARE possible. You can sit and tell me 'til you're blue in the face that they just want to get in my pants, but don't waste your time. I have guy friends that aren't trying to get in anything. No, they aren't gay, no, they aren't stupid, no, they aren't ugly. Actually, they're all damn good looking. No, they aren't waiting around for a chance. Holy shit, Batman, no one would wait around for 10 years just pretending to be my friend! So quit thinking that EVERY guy only thinks with his penis, 'cause we all know they do. Hah.

Anyway, so if you've never had a successful platonic relationship, you suck. I like being able to introduce my boyfriend to my guy friends and sitting down and having a drink with them. The three example I gave you are just a few of the many great platonic relationships I've had. Three of the best, for sure. And hey, maybe they did at one time think they'd want a chance or even vise versa, but if so, it got past that and now there are friendships to last forever. I'll stand in Paul's wedding someday.

So, if you think I am only naive or stupid, then so be it. I think it's your loss. Keep wishing you could have the friends that I have.

She say's she had no intentions on cheating, which I know most men right now are saying, "yeah, right." Anyhow, she's hanging out with this friend in her fragile, vulnerable state and he tells her, 'Let's get high.' She agrees and they smoke a joint.

Next thing you know, she's "waking" up and they're engaged in sexual intercourse. (Yeah, I'm being PG, what of it, bitches?) At this point she tears up and doesn't know what her reaction should be.

The nicer of the two DJ's asks, "So you live your life feeling like you've been raped?" She say's that yes, that's how she feels at most times. And throws in the occasional, 'I don't know.' I can sense in her voice that she does feel that as though she was raped. She said that previous to smoking he had tried hitting on her and she told him that she wasn't interested because she had a boyfriend.

Now, Mr. Hardass DJ chimes in with some shit that she smoked simply to lower her inhibitions. The way I take it, is he's saying she wanted to have sex with him, but, was looking for an excuse other than she wanted to. I say he's an asshole. She mentioned that the joint was laced with PCP and he gives his two-cents that if it were true every time someone said they smoked a PCP laced joint the makers of the drug would be millionaires and said the same for "Roofies." She then told him that HE told her it was laced. He still proceeded to basically call her a liar.

Mr. Hardass said that he wouldn't say that the guy is a rapist, and this is where I'm stuck. She did make the decision to smoke, but it was laced, which she did not know. Mr. Hardass basically said in so many words that it was her fault. He even went as far as to say that she was cheating on her boyfriend the moment she snuck out the window. I have more guyfriends than I do girlfriends. He's a dick. And if you don't believe in platonic relationships save it for another post. He also said that her rough life with her mother didn't have much to do with it. Not once did she seem as though she wanted pity and or sympathy. I'm feeling like some fucking consideration would be nice.

I do however agree with Mr. Hardass and wouldn't call him a rapist. I think. Again, this is where I'm stuck. I, myself have been "Roofied." I happened to be with a good group of friends and didn't leave with the asshole, but had I left with him, I'm sure I would have consented to sex. Now, I woke up the next morning not having the slightest clue what-so-ever went on. My heart was beating, I was in a panic, and I didn't know where I was. After a minute of looking around, I was in MY OWN ROOM. I called my friends and couldn't even talk. They told me nothing happened and that basically I was acting like a bit of a violent drunk, which scared them because I'm not a violent person. Not even when I'm plastered. Had something happened, I would have considered it rape. It's hard because, when you are drugged up, it's not like you say no and fight it. You go with it. But, it's not really you. IT IS RAPE.

As for Mr. Hardass, I wonder what secrets lie within that he'd go so far as to blame nothing on the guy.