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Okay, I have locked my diary for a reason. It seems that someone has been reading me 12 times today. A few times yesterday but 12 times!?! This made me a bit paranoid as I am quite curious why I render such a read. I've got 2 suspects but this just proves my point in what I hate about people that read my diary.

Sara may have her point in saying that I take Diaryland too seriously but why do people read my diary so much but never ever admit to liking me? If you are going to read me 5-10 times in a day, I'd like it if that person identifies him or herself. Am I not worthy of admitting to liking? For someone that puts an honest account to what he does, it's important to make me feel a little warm towards your intentions on reading me.

Again, I am not mean or wanting attention. All I want to do is read people's lives and tell my story. The Internet is scary so even though I'm not afraid of someone attacking me, I'd like to get an idea as to why someone has such interest in me.

Today wasn't so bad as I had much yardwork to do. There may have been some sneezing and sniffling thanks to allergies but the sight of baby bumblebees visiting the flowers in the backyard was a perfect way of making me forget. These relatively small black/yellow bees just went about their daily business of keeping the area looking nice. People I know may not like bees but I love 'em.

As for what's left, it's pretty much a damp mess of leaves that need to go. Parts of our yard have dead grass as a result of not keeping up with things. Parts of it are my fault while my parents will not admit that the rest is theirs. They will rarely allow me to know if they did something wrong.

As for the news, Austria is the most sexually satisfied country. Interesting. My thoughts on this were on Australia since the sight of massive kangaroo schlongs get Hiss in such a dizzy that I'd think she'd immediately need several boinkings til things calm down. Then again, I did see Wolf Creek and that serial killer, Mick, sure had me wonder why a guy with that amount of backhair thinks he is sexy. But Austria?

Normally, I wouldn't consider people that work out to be full of substance when it comes to the thinking kind. I was wrong as Nicole cleverly shut me up with a statement.

As you know, gas prices are a bitch and a half when it comes to driving back and forth to Indiana to see Sara. We're now at $2.95/gallon so a trip will have me seeing $50 or more as I have yet to test the new amounts on filling my car. 1 hour and 19 minutes is how long it takes me to get to Sara's as that Interstate has seen my tires many, many times, even in the wee hours.

Nicole has to drive 5 hours to see her girlfriend so we both have issues on gas prices. Great! Someone to bitch to but Nicole said something that shut my mouth:

"But it's worth it."

Man, Nicole is right as things shouldn't be about how much money is being spent but whether you're having fun. I've been happy with Sara so my only reason to unleash hell on things has to do with here. We'll just have to chalk up my only issue as being about the anticipation. C'mon, who doesn't get all antsy when you're sleeping with someone you like?

Sara said something that has stuck with me ever since she said it on the last visit:

"People date the same person over and over again."

I've never thought of that as I've spent the whole week thinking about all the girls I've spent time with from my first real girlfriend (Beth), the woman that popped my cherry (Kristan), to Sara. I would like to think I've dated/slept with women that all have something different about them. Turns out I'm wrong.

Every girlfriend I've ever had has been one of the assertive type that I know I cannot resist. I've mentioned how it all started with the girl I first kissed, Veronica, and how she kicked me in the side while I was down on the ground during a game of soccer. Oh, she liked me. Veronica liked me a lot as my little "wedding" I was forced to participate in at the age of 8 or 10. Back then, you had to act like girls had cooties even though you really wanted some of those smoochies.

I'm certainly not going to tell you about all the girls I've been with. That's too long of an entry but I've found that sexuality could be a good way of telling how assertive these girls have been. You can certainly start with Kristan as she practically raped me on the couch since I was a bit shy. As much as I had book knowledge on a girl's vagina, it was such a sweet shock to see it's honey and to taste it for the first time.

All of my girlfriend pursued me. What many of my friends were upset with was I rarely had to go with the time old tradition of asking out girls. When someone wanted me, like with Jen, I was pulled into her bed or told that she'd like to sleep with me. It could just be how comfortable I make a girl because once you get past a bit of a shell I tend to place, I'm one guy you want in your corner.

Plus, I love women! Sara once told me how it's nice that I understand women's issues and care a lot about what they go through. I'm not the lunkhead sitting on the couch playing video games but the one you can talk shit about boys to. That doesn't mean I don't play sports or things that most guys do but I just have interests all over and, yes, I took that Women In Society class with a smile on my face. 27 girls and just me. Bring........it...........on.

You can't go wrong in sex. Period. I have a huge desire for the vagina or if you'd just like me to get all randy on ya........I love pussy. Love it! Women love sex and I make them feel incredibly comfortable to tell me their desires since I'm so open as well. I've gone down on most of my girlfriends and enjoy seeing them thrash all about as I suck them dry. Is it any wonder why Sara has this huge smile on her face when she sees my head descend down?

So, how do you describe Sara? Well, she is extremely assertive on what she thinks so it fits the trend. I could just about see Sara kicking me on the soccer field as her way of showing me she has a crush on me. The major difference is that I have never been with an artist. Be it cheerleader, band geek, bisexual sex nympho, tennis player, pot head, or political activist, I've been there. An artist that paints is a whole new area.

Oh, and I'm not perfect. I've been the one that's experienced the dumping. I grew apart from Jen, J didn't like it that I spent time in the gym, Kristan wanted me to have sex with girls my age since she moved away, M flunked out due to drugs, and so on. A few I didn't mind while others had me feeling like complete shit since trivial issues bring anger.

Plus, I've been in the area of asking out a few girls but those were so loopy in incidents that I don't know how to describe the results. If you've read me for a long time, you'll know that Scrapbook Girl was too religious as I'm a 4-letter word vocab type o' guy. Just go back to entries prior to my meeting Sara and you'll know. I'm so happy that life isn't perfect because it, along with a paper route, gives you character out of the wazoo.

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