The one without a face.

So I'm sure everyone has had that one guy/girl who you dated for a good second. Well I did.
His Name was Kai. No last name has far as I am concerned. I hardly knew him and the only thing we did was make out and I gave the fool a bj. We only hung out once and I was pretty much in awe of him. Why? I'll tell you why. He was this Rockabilly/Punk Dude. Slicked back hair, six footer, nice tanned stomach. He was Island Pacifier. And to me he was a Punk God in some fucked up sense. Now that I think about it, it's all screwed up and what was I thinking. But I was only 17 at the time.

It started like this, my best friend (at the time) and me where going to our mutual friend Jasmine's house party, one city down. The real purpose was to meet two of our guy friends there, to well flirt and such. So arrived we did and so did they. So we are all having a good time, drinking our Smirnoff vodkas and flirting out silly seventeen year old hearts away. And I vaguely remember this guy, he was a typical punk. Jasmine, who is like a real life Betty Page but with far much bigger and yummier tits, is awesome. All her friends are punks, and honestly not mall punk. I mean in your face punk, do or die kind of shit. And I always love being around people like that.
Back to the dude, so he was whatever, he had some face paint shit on his face. His face was painted white with black around his eyes, or something. I can NOT remember, it was far too long ago and I am sure the drinking and smoking has fogged my memory a bit.
So, he was just a fly on the wall. I remember him sitting down on the couch next to my best friend Lauren, I was sitting on top of her, facing her. I guess the whole lesbian thing was our act. Especially to get the guys we were with flirting going. And he was just there, I remember just a few words where exchanged between us. BUT I do remember what I was wearing. A jean skirt, leggings and Pink Floyd jacket. So whatever, that was that and after the party, I never gave him a second thought.

A few months later, on the wonderful Myspace, I get this friend request, from this guy, who I have no clue is. In his default picture, it was a close up and he had a Mohawk that wasn't styled. No clue who this fool was, and the gold chain around his neck made me cringe a little. I accepted him and looked at this picture. And to my surprise it was the face paint dude. Random I thought. So a day later or so, we started messaging back and forth, on aim. And we hit it off. I mean we talked and talked on that shit for hours. He told me how he remembered me from the party , but I seemed too busy with the other people. I was like amazed that he remembered me at all. And eventually I gave him my number and he called, and again we talked for fucken hours. I remember we talked once from about 7pm to 7 am the next day, in which I had to get ready for school. It was amazing. He was a totally hottie from his pictures, without that face paint crap. And he was such romantic asshole. Like he was such an ass, to who ever else and why should I have cared? As long as he wasn't one to me. And he went on and on about his rebellion adventures and I ate that shit up man! It was fun and everything a girl could want. Who wouldn't want this Rebel swooning you over? He asked me to be his girlfriend in a round about way. Like "so what do you call this?" or some crap like that. GOD I wish I saved those damn conversations.

How happy I was that I had this God like Boyfriend and what a dream.

We had not hung out yet, so I told my parents I was going to my friend
s BBQ and so they dropped me off at this place. He lived in San Marino. Which is such a nice ass area, well off. My mom takes me and I was like "Of course, of all the nice houses, my friend's is the shittiest one". No seriously. What a dump. They had this huge RV in the front, mostly dirt then grass, the house looked like it belonged in Louisiana by the bayou. I feel bad now after I wrote that, it was just shitty compared to the other houses in the area. Not too bad I guess. But at the time, I thought it was so fucken punk rock. True Story.


Anyways, the inside was even crazier. I just remember boxes and boxes on top of each other, it reminded me of the episode of I love Lucy and she's hiding in the maze of boxes to get away from Ricky.

So back to it, I walk up to the door, his dad answers, He's huge. Tall as hell, but very nice. Then Kai comes out of the kitchen. With no shirt on. Wow. If his dad wasn't standing there, I would have humped his leg. Gorgeous. We hug and we go to his room. It's awkward to the core. How weird really. You've talked to his person for hours of your life and never actually talk in person. So it was weird, and I remember him showing me his playboy. I was like oh cool and flipping through them. He wanted me to see the jokes inside, I thought they where stupid, but I laughed anyways. And damn I was thinking to myself, when are we going to make out already, it would definitely make things more easy. I can't remember how, but we started making out for a while. After an hour or so of that, we go to the living room (I made it through the box maze) and watch his dad play some video game, I was fucken bored as hell. But I was just fidgeting with my phone. I remember him whispering things in my ear and how sweet he was. And how much I just wanted to be his forever.

We go back to his room, (first photo is him in his room, he was changing the music on his crappy computer) and started fooling around some more. I was on my rag and I never hated my rag so much. I was wanting to have sex with him so bad. Apart of me wanted the bragging rights and I want to say another part of me thought it would make him want me more. So fucked up for a 17 year old girl. But I am guessing that's a normal thing, which is sad. But we didn't. Instead I gave him the greatest blow job I ever given. Seriously, I had that bitch moaning. And I liked it.
The rest of the time was a lost memory, we talked and since he had such bad sleeping habits, he fell asleep, which left me laying beside him on his bed. I was a little relieved when my mom called say she was on her way. I woke him up, maybe kissed him, can't recall and left.
Last time I would see him.

He broke up with my a couple days later. It didn't really hurt me, I knew it would happen. After talking to him a few times after, I realized he has a problem. He never gives anyone a chance, I feel bad for him in a way. I do hope he finds someone eventually.

And all I really got out of it all, was a love bite. No seriously, the fucker bit me on my arm, while we were going at it and left this...