MaybesexMaybesexMaybesex...another persepctive (from THE CHAMP OY)

Hookay, the smart ass has his own op. being the fairminded woman I am, I let him. LMAO

From the er, CHAMP. LOLLOLLOLLOL


...Well, here I am. Spending another night IM-ing away all my free time with that "someone". But this time things are different. "Why", you ask? Because this entry is from a completely different perspective. Because, this isn't Dakota. No... this is "R", otherwise known as The Champ. Yes... I've requested the opportunity to guest blog, and Dakota was kind enough to allow me the rope I need to hang myself publicly.

So, how this all got started was after our big showdown in front of B&N. D forgot that she had told me about her blog and during her cosmic meltdown, her chee was all off kilter, and she let it slip that she blogged about it... a bad play if there ever was one. So, much to her dismay, there I was reading about all her semi-secret thoughts about what had transpired. The craziest thing started happening. I started to feel, dare I say it... guilty. Like I was reading her diary. Sure, she posted it on the Internet, and you kind of get what you deserve when you do that, but... her chee was all fucked up. She just didn't know any better. So, in an effort to balance the scales of over-exposure, I offer my own little diary.

So let's stop looking at it, and poke it with a stick, shall we?


Let's go back to the whole friends-to- more- than friends thing. Here's the thing, during our whole friend time, she speaks the truth-- that we laughed and giggled like nobody's business. I believe it was the great american philosopher, Forrest Gump, who said "We were like peas and carrots." It was almost bizarre actually. There was almost no time spent NOT laughing. So, when she said "Look dammit... we're not going to screw this up!!!", I'll admit that a) she had a point and b) she can be pretty scary when she puts her mind to it! But, I couldn't help it, and my reason is this: Even though great friends are extremely hard to come by, someone you completely click with from the get-go is even more rare. I mean, if you value a dear friend because they are good people inside and out, and have good moral fiber and all that, that's fine. But, if you find a friend of the opposite sex who has all that, AND you have that "share the same brain" kind of chemistry, what the hell more are you looking for???? I mean, really!!?? "Oh... we'll mess it all up... " wah, wah, wah. What the hell do you want?!!?? What is it going to take before you're willing to risk it??? A signed invitation from the president, Santa and Mrs. Claus, and the Easter Bunny????


I sound pretty tough, don't I??? LOLOL Well... I will share a little something too. The night of the showdown At The B&N Corral, I had the misfortune of NOT hitting all the usual traffic I was expecting. There I was, ten minutes early to my own execution. Damn. Well... Mr. Confident was a wee bit worried he'd bitten off a little more than he could chew. I mean, lets face it... we all THINK we're good kissers. But, if you had to lay it all on the line, would you bet you could hit one out of the park? I mean, Ted Williams was the best there ever was, and he only hit four out of ten, right? So, the longer I'm sitting, the more I want to find my happy place. I've got the iPod going, the seat reclined... and well, I just wasn't getting there. I was nervous like a 9 year old at Neverland (before the wine). Well, Dakota pulls up, and storms out of her car like I owed her money, and that's what did it. She was determined, dare I say, hell bent on pressin' some lips so she could just yell at me about how wrong I was. And while I should have been terrified, it made me take the approach that, good or bad, we're doing this. So, quit being a Mary. It was such a relief, when the kiss was finished, to hear those words every guy longs for.... "I fucking HATE you.". Yes... those were the words. She's a professional writer, who's just had "THE kiss", and I get "I fucking hate you". That's a bit like seeing Led Zeppelin play "Row, row, row your boat", isn't it? (okay... I had to get a little jab in there. Sorry, D.) For the record though, it really was THAT good. I'll admit it...

But fear not, all is not completely askew. Little by little, she's getting her swagger back. The chee is coming back around, and she'll be back to her old self soon enough. The super hero we all know and adore... able to crush a man's dignity without breaking a sweat, and able to talk you into a corner with one brain tied behind her back.

And I just want to finish up by adding, any of you wishing to kick my ass if I make her shed a tear will have to take a number and get in line. We're up to #71, and we're not even serving #1 yet. Trust me... I get it. She's blessed with many friends willing to make me a new episode of CSI, but I have the feeling she won't need the help. I think she can tear me up all by her ferocious little self.

And there you have it. A very small glimpse from the other side.


~R
The New Champ :)