Snowbelt

Will the fucking snow ever stop?

My week was a cycle that went something like this: drink beer, shovel sidewalk, eat too much, have sex, repeat. Technically I should have been "snowed-in" due to the unrelenting snowfall of over 38 inches. But I've been trying to keep two relationships up and running, so I've been dashing between Georgetown and the Hill since last Friday.

Before I get into that let me say a few things about DC. I've seen both the worst and best that humanity has to offer as a result of this past week's storms. Countless times I saw strangers help push a stranded motorist out of a snowbank. I saw neighbors shoveling out each others cars. I saw people shovel elderly neighbors sidewalks, and heard of them facing impossibly long store lines to get food for people who couldn't get out. On the other side I saw two women fight over a gallon of milk at the grocery store, and two people nearly get into a fist fight over a street parking space that was cleared out. Perhaps some or all of these are the result of close-quarter city living.

Some other observations:

If you shovel out your car from a street parking space, then drive out, does it give you the right to put obstacles in that cleared out spot and reserve it for when you get back? Can you call "fives" on a public parking space? I don't think so.

I've noticed a trend that common sense declines drastically as you move from East to West across the city. For instance, many people have been walking in the streets because the sidewalks are jammed with snow. In my neighborhood people walking in the street move to the sidewalk as you drive past. In Dupont they stop and and sometimes turn sideways so you can pass. By the time you get to Georgetown they have the audacity to stand still and even shoot you dirty looks as you go by. I think they expect the cars to move to the sidewalks. Just craziness, I tell you. When people gave me dirty looks for having the nerve to drive on the street I popped my Jeep out of 4WD as I passed them, then gunned the gas as I went by, shooting snow all over them. Move yuppie idiot!

I've also noticed that the more expensive the SUV is, the worse the driver is in the snow. If you see an Escalade or Range Rover coming it's best to just pull over and let it pass. They are just an accident looking for a place to happen.

I cracked my shovel on Sunday so Monday I went to Frager's True Value hardware on Pennsylvania Ave just as a delivery truck filled with snow shovels arrived. It looked like a UN convoy unloading food in Mogadishu. People were clawing at each other to pay $25 for a shovel that would cost $4 any other time of the year (yeah capitalism).

Now on to the ladies.

I have been alternating between Beads and Bear since last Friday night. I gave up trying to change my sheets between partners because I fell behind in laundry. By Sunday I was just spritzing cologne above my bed to try and kill the odor of other girls. On Monday morning I looked with horror as Beads drank from a glass of water on my night table that Bear had brought to bed the night before, and I think Bear may have used some shampoo Beads left in my shower at some point.

Beads is turning out to be great in bed, but is showing signs that she also could be a Class-V clinger if I'm not careful.

Beads is one of the few girls I've come across in a while that has a sex drive as strong, if not stronger than mine. Take Sunday night for example. We went to bed around midnight and had sex. Fifteen minutes after we finished she starts going down on me and we fucked once more. When we finished she said "wake me up anytime tonight if you want to go again", which I didn't because I didn't think I had any bodily fluids left. At seven in the morning I woke up to a blowjob that ended in really hard fucking.

Here's another tidbit on Beads; she is multi-orgasmic every time we have sex. She averages at least three orgasms to my one, which just isn't fair. This afternoon (yes, snow-day nooner) she came four times before I came once, and it's not like I was drunk and taking forever. I think it's awesome, I feel like a rock star when we have sex even though it's her physiology and has little to do with me. The other thing is that Beads gets SO wet before and during sex. I just touch her with one finger and she's literally dripping. She doesn't leave huge pools or wet spots when she comes, and isn't a squirter. It's more a constant, steady, flow of lube. It's fantastic.

This weekend is obviously Valentine's Day, but the nice thing is that it falls on a Sunday. I'm getting drinks with Bear tomorrow and going out with Beads Saturday. I may take out Tiny on Sunday for some sort of anti-valentine's event like shooting or water polo. I don't want to give mixed signals.