I just can't believe it!
Free from high school at last! I was soooo sick of the petty crap that goes on every day at school. A hall pass for the library, rules for everything else, 20 minutes for lunch, three minutes for the bathroom. And then there's all the losers who don't want to be in school and who make sure no one else wants to be there either.
College, here I come.
Graduation last Friday was kind of bittersweet, though--I'm going to miss Brit, John, Jason, Emily, and Allie. We're all going to different colleges, our separate ways. We promised to stay in touch, and we will, at least for a while, but slowly we'll drift apart, only to see each other at class reunions. Mom and Dad just attended their 25th college reunion last summer--1982! Egad! Ancient history. Dad didn't say too much, but Mom just kept saying, "God, everyone's gotten so old!" Poor old Momster.
I'm never going to be the type of old person who remembers high school as the pinnacle of my life. I had a good time, but it wasn't spectacular. For one thing I was too busy studying and getting my grades up for college. Still, I enjoyed a busy social life, though mostly outside of school.
And then there was Mr. T.--another story for another time.
Now it's Jared the IT guy. We met at the mall when I was 16. Yeah, jail bait. We had sex on our second date. (Mom and Dad, don't read this!) Some might think of him as a predator, but he's not. I told him I wanted to make love, even when he said we shouldn't because of my age. But he's a guy, and guys need sex, so it wasn't a hard sell.He wasn't my first lover, either.
If I were older, I'd go for him in a big way and maybe even settle down and get married. He's hot
but more than that, he's a super nice guy. When I broke up with him, he understood why. For me, it was more about timing rather than personality; he's 29, rich, and ready to settle down, I'm not yet 18 and want to experience college and taste the world as my parents have never been able to do.
This is my
time in life.
Jared and I are still friends who hang out, and, yeah, still sleep together. Why not? I'd rather sleep with someone I know and love (well, in a friendly way) than some stranger I might pick up in a bar. I'm a modern single woman with sophisticated and mature sexual tastes, who feels no need to marry just
for sex--unlike my grandparents and (to a certain extent) my parents. For now, I just live in the moment and enjoy my time with Jared. And after I leave for college, he will probably move on and find someone who can give herself completely to him and love him in every way that's important for a long-term commitment.
I hope he invites me to the wedding.
Anyway, my birthday is on Friday the 13th, so as a present Jared helped me set up this blog with its domain name (He also bought me another expensive domain name for later development, which I'll do once I get to college). He has taught me a lot about setting up web pages and writing html, which will come in handy for college writing and computer classes. He's working on developing a social networking start-up site, but, personally, I think that world wide web train has already left the station. From what I have read, website analytics and mini-site development are the ways to go.
But I have developed this blog just for fun; I'll be pretty open about my life, sexual and otherwise. No porn, guys--that's way too gross. I'm more of the Anais Nin
school of eroticism. I'm all about veils, masks, and double entendre
. Perhaps I'm a millennial
who's throwback to another era, but there it is.
These days, sex is just too...out there.
Some things should remain private. Body parts crashing together is not sexy; soft music, beautiful clothes, good food, smooth Cognac, stimulating conversations, and sexual rituals are exceedingly erotic, and I will describe those aspects of my sex life. I will discuss other aspects as well; I'm somewhat brainy, and original ideas are important too.
One admission: while I do have an unusual and just plain weird last name, "Three" is a pseudonym. Sorry, but I must protect my identity and the identity of some people around me who probably should be kicked in the butt for their actions. By protecting them, I protect myself from the unsavory side of the internet, which I experienced big-time when I was not quite 15 and didn't know any better. Someday, I'll tell that story as well. I was a victim of a horrible crime; I survived an ordeal that probably would have killed most girls my age, but I refuse to live my life as a victim--in my opinion, that accomplishes nothing. I thank my parents; they did all the right things to help me to move forward very quickly.
I want to be up-front about my life, but not about my real identity. My real first name is Jennifer, but for this blog, I am just Jennif3r. The only way anyone can reach me is through the comment section of this blog, and even then I choose what gets published and what gets zapped.
Tomorrow, I start my summer job as a lifeguard at the local pool.
I'm looking forward to it!
Ta, ta!Jennif3r *