Today was very fun and interesting to part. Finishing off my day working at Martinson Engineering, I made arrangements for Lyssa to meet me in Campbelltown.
Just getting to Campbelltown, we caught the bus to my house.
Playing Rough With Lyssa
At my house we sat down on a very hot day. Lyssa and I were both sweating, teasing the flies with the sweat on our brows.
Walking to the shops to buy some chewing gum and return Imad’s PC game to the video shop, we almost had an argument over nothing. She kept pinching me because I told her that I was dressing real nice for the shops, because she was wearing her G-String to Bradbury Pub tonight. Now I’ve got bruises from it, and she got angry because I done it back to her to piss her off. All in all, I gave her a hug. Then we were fine walking home.
Going Deeper With Lyssa
At my house I was aroused for some reason, so we turned the lights off and locked my door. Getting it on, once again we probed deeper. Lyssa told me it’s the best she’s ever felt so far.
There’s one thing that Lyssa’s getting tired of doing, and I’m getting tired of it. Every time it’s her turn to satisfy me and turn me on she suddenly doesn’t want to. For all that I give to her and for her to not want to give so much in return is amazing.
What’s even more curious is that it’s almost reached five months, and all Lyssa’s given me to show me she cares is a card with her feelings. That was hard enough for her.
When I told her I loved her, no nothing, no I love you back, silent as before the words were said.
The Unwritten Rule That Men Provide
It is written that men are to be the providers, giving and the woman being the caring and thankful one. Lyssa has been reasonably caring, but every time I send her something, even though she’s thankful, she forgets easily what she means to me.
Even though tonight was superb, it was missing something. It certainly wasn’t spontaneity, but it definitely was affection.
These days we just tend to reach out for the sexual part discarding most of the other components of a good relationship. Lyssa and I are faring real good. She told me that when I become a Song Writer to dedicate a song for her. Bielka picked up Lyssa. After an hour or two of releasing sexual frustration, now I’m alone.
Feeling Sentimental Towards Jewell
It’s detrimental to say this but while music that I gave to Jewell was playing on the radio, I sat in silence, in my own world, reminiscing, remembering what she’d say that would put a smile on my face, little things. I guess that’s why I called her for a little companionship.
Calling Jewell on her mobile phone she was actually at Giorgio’s Restaurant in Campbelltown and she’d call me back tonight at 10:30pm or after. I’m not going to reminisce with her on the phone, at least I’ll try not to. But I’ll talk about Kofi and Zola and how they split up not too long ago.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
