The Degenerate Confessions of a Secret Diary

so i have stopped seeing Tasha, one of the girls i was dating, cause i didn’t want to lead her on too much. i think i got to the point with her where it was pretty clear, there was nothing there more than physical attraction. plus she was scaring me with her paranoia and obsessing over the trivial. i could tell she was going to give me anxiety attacks.

last night i had the cute brazilian girl i’ve been talking to over at my place for the first time, screaming, moaning and waking up my neighbors. not brazilian of the gisele bundchen persuasion, who is probably more white/european, but brazilian in the real latin america sense. long, dark curly hair, 5’2″, slim, but curves in the right places. and while i try not to pay attention to stereotypes, once again without fail, i have had an experience with a latin girl who can move her waist and ass like no other. and don’t tell me they learn it form dancing, because i have gone dancing with her and she’s mediocre at best. but in the bedroom, she was the definition of passionate lover. i must admit, my world got rocked.

is she a keeper though? i’m still trying to give her more time. i have yet to feel anything from the gut or anything emotional for her. she’s a sweet, sweet girl. really nice. and while i can’t find anything wrong with her. i still feel like i may be looking for something else.