Guapo

The Internet is one hell of a place to meet guys.Tall guys, short guys, hot guys, nice guys and my all time favorite the wrong guys.
A couple of weeks ago I agreed to meet "Guapo" at a local Starbucks. We exchanged a few emails in the week prior to our meeting and I was as excited as I was nervous, you see Guapo was damn near perfect. Tall, dark and handsome with two added bonus points. He was my flavor of choice-Persian and he loved plus sized girls like myself. :)
From the moment I saw him there was a familiarity in his eyes, I felt so welcomed, so at home. 
The conversation over tea was so great that it lead to a late dinner followed by drinks and a a stroll on the beach.
Somewhere in our date I realized I was in trouble, deep trouble and it wasn't because I was falling in love with him or some stupid shit like that, it was because I realized who he was, we had something very dangerous in common and if I didn't walk away at that very moment I might regret it for the rest of my life...but I stayed. I stayed and washed my worries down with a Whiskey Sour.

There is something about Guapo that entices me and keeps me looking forward to our illicit meetings. His smile is enslaving, when he kisses me I can feel his desire and my body melts at the touch of his hands.
His facial expressions I know all too well yet the purity and sincerity in his eyes, in those eyes I know I should hate is the only thing that scares me. I'm going to hurt him, there is no doubt about it, the bridges have been burned and there is no turning back now.
All I can do now is enjoy our forbidden romance while we have it and wait for this whole thing to blow up in my face, you see it's not a matter of if but when it will happen and when it does someone will be hurt, life long relationships will be forever damaged and I will do what I always do. I will pick up the pieces and move on, looking for familiarity in some other wrong guy's eyes.

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Don't blame me for being slutty, It's in my genes :)

I recently read something on ABC News that has me wondering. about my floozy ways.
According to the article there is a"thrill seeking" gene that makes you promiscuous.
The desire to cheat or sleep around seems to originate in the brain's pleasure and reward center, where the "rush" of dopamine motivates those who are vulnerable, the researchers say.

To this I say FUCK YEAH!!! something else I can blame on my genes.

See full article below.

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/scientists-discover-gene-responsible-cheating-promiscuous-sex-habits/story?id=12322891

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