I wish I had stories to tell. Everybody I know has stories to share. I don’t really have much to say. People have all sorts of stories to tell; from experiences they’ve had or to current day to day adventures in their career. I hear people talk about or I see commercials or shows where people discuss; concerts they’ve been to, wild nights of drinking and partying and of course all of their sexual experiences. I have none of those things, not really. I’ve been to a few concerts. I’ve had a couple nights of crazy drinking. As for my sex life, currently is great; no complaints. My previous sex life was nothing exciting or adventurous. In fact, it was rather dull and plain. It was good times, but nothing I can really go into detail on. To sum up all my sex stories all I got to say is; couch bed or shower. That’s about as exciting my sex stories are. I mean yeah a few times in my van and once in the woods but that’s nothing. Other people talk about road head, or having sex while driving, or having a quickie with someone you may have just met or someone you’ve been friends with for a while. Some people have friends with benefits. It’s hard to really explain that portion. Just everyone talks about their sexual adventures, and complain about how much they’ve had, but then some say they have no intention to get married. I have been married, I am divorced. I would like to be married again, but this will be the last time. I’ve been with three people prior to my girlfriend, so four total. I just feel unaccomplished in life and that is one of the areas.
Another aspect is concerts. Yes, I have been to a few, but there are just so much more I wish I could attend. As for concert stories I would say I have two fairly good stories. One is my Cousin and I along with another friend attended ‘The Wicked Wonka’ tour back in 2003. He and I drove together and our friend drove her own car. We were all together upfront and once the show started, within less than a minute I was pushed to the outer rim of the audience and separated from my friends. I spent the entire concert alone. At the end of it, my cousin had gotten kicked in the head during the mosh pit and his mother (via telephone) urged him to go the hospital. So her and I had to drive the cars to the hospital where he was taken by ambulance, took us damn near an hour in an unfamiliar city. We finally get there, go in and check on him. Turns out he was pretty much okay, but his mother was going to come pick him up which we were about an hour and a half from home so his mom had to drive that to get him and take him home. So I had to drive myself home that night. It was my first time driving that long on a highway at night.
The other story was from a Korn concert we were going to, kind of last minute. Back in 2002 I believe. My girlfriend at the time had won two tickets for the show and either didn’t want to go or couldn’t go, so my cousin and I went. But we needed a ride, so we called another one of our friends, and he obliged to go. It was cold and snowing out on our commute. Driving through unfamiliar country roads, we came across some people stuck in a ditch. Our friend stopped and we all got out and helped them the best we could, still not sure if they got out or not, but it was a good deed regardless. Anyway, we get to the venue, park and go to get in line. Our friend decides he would like to see the show, because he was just going to be our ride and wait outside. So we scrounged up some dollars and got him a ticket. Those are the only stories I can really tell when it comes to concerts.
My 21st birthday, did not take place in a bar or a club. I bought a couple coronas and tried beer for the first time in our apartment. The first time I got drunk; at our apartment. The first time I got sick and puked from drinking; at our apartment. It does not really sound too exciting or special. My nights of drinking heavy at the bars came only a few years ago whilst my cousin and I were both single and kind of had a little extra money to blow.
My first party was at age 28, I’m 30 currently; that was a little over two years ago. We have had a few parties since then, but I’m holding off on throwing any for a while, because no one really comes anymore. The past two were slightly disappointing, well the last one was good, the two prior to that were disappointing.
I don’t really have much else to say, I pretty much summed up the wild and crazy side of my life. Wow, only a little more than a page.