Love Triangles Suck

So I just came back from my 10 p.m. hot tub date. My guy, I’ll call him Ace cause that sounds like something I’d wanna scream in bed, Ace and I had a great time.

I got my sippy sippy on, he got his touchy feely on in the hot tub, and yada yada yada, I can’t complain. I’m 5′4 and Ace is actually 6′5 and 1/2. When he’s shirtless and I give him a hug, my nose fits perfectly into his belly button. Yes, it’s like dat. I don’t know what it is but the tall guys flock to me like bees on honey. It’s weird. I’m talkin’ 6′2 - 6′3 is the norm. I feel like such a midget around him. It’s kind of cute, but it’s kind of not so cute.

Other than Ace, there’s four other boys in the mix. One’s an ex-boyfriend who contacted me 1 year post breakup and he wants to rekindle something, the other’s the sexiest man alive, the other dude is the sexiest man alive’s best friend, and last but not least there’s a 6′3 piece of man candy who I’ve been seeing on and off for quite some time now. This is stressful. I’m much too disorganized to juggle cocks. It requires the memory skills I’ve never had. One likes it this way, the other likes it that way, the other only likes it a certain way - I can not keep up.

Worst part of it all is that Ace doesn’t know that I don’t live here. (I’m still out of town @ my folks’ house so I can help my dad out). Ace’s friends will be in town this weekend and he wants to see me next week cause he has papers to write. He goes to law school. But I don’t wanna be here next week! I wanna spend some time away from my parents’ crib in my hood. It’s all a fugly mess because three of the five dudes I’m into live outta town, and four of them know the town I reside in while Ace doesn’t.

I drove home feeling all stressed. Players, I need some tips.