As is typical for a Thursday night, Daniel and I met up for a nice little romp in the back of my car. Our normal spot in an abandoned parking lot was taken, so we decided to go to the nearby LDS church parking lot. It was dark and empty and perfect.
I've noticed that recently my little excursions with Daniel are less about making out and more about talking and teasing and giggling. There's part of me that really like this, especially when he sends me text messages after wards saying, "I really enjoy talking to you, Leslie." but then another part of me is screaming, "NOOOOO!!!! This is when people get attached and hearts are going to be SMUSHED and your 'non-committal' are going to flop over to 'committal' so fast you won't even know!" I guess the whole arrangement he and I have is a little less NCMO and a little more friends-with-benefits, but I still view it as completely unattached. I could get a boyfriend at any time. Daniel could snatch up some pretty young thing (last night I actually told him that he's gonna find her very soon and this will have to end) at any moment. Annnywaay, point is, we talked a lot last night. It was fun, we lay in the back of my car laughing and joking around, sharing a couple smooches here and there.
We had hardly spent any time really doing any serious face sucking when Daniel said, "Yup, that's a spotlight." Sure enough, all the times that Daniel had spent glancing around being paranoid of every light moving around us was giving reason. Two cop cars pulled into the parking lot, shined their spotlight on my car then walked over and tapped on the window. We had just been talking at the time, so we were laying side by side, nothing racy going on. We climbed onto the middle seat and opened the car door.
First question, "How old are you guys? Can I see some ID?" Second, "So what are you guys doing?" We answered, "To be perfectly honest, we're makin' out." To which the lady cop gave us a skeptical look and said, "Just making out, eh? No sex? No groping each other?" This is where I got all silly and giggly and started going on and on about how we're good Mormon kids and we were just making out because we didn't want to makeout at our houses because of our parents and we had been friends for a long time but started dating around Christmas time (so glad Daniel didn't speak up at that time and say we started dating at a different time) I also threw in a little bit about how "if he ever tried any sort of groping, I'd smack him so hard!" I don't think the cop was buying it for a little while, but then she eased up and just told us about how if we had been caught having sex, we'd be put on a sex offenders list (you should have seen Daniel's eyes bug out at that) but then she made it clear that just making out is okay, we'd just have to find another place.
To sum it all up, we weren't doing anything wrong except that we were parking somewhere that was considered closed to the public. Next time, we'll be more discrete.
I don't know if anything kills the buzz faster than the fuzz.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Afternoon Delight
I don't typically ward hop. I'm very involved in my single's ward, so I stick pretty close to home. However, there was one particular Sunday when I had the oportunity to attend another ward for part of the block and I knew I looked really good, so I went on the off chance that I'd see this guy I'd been in love with for the past couple years. Okay, I also wanted to go and make Daniel see how hot I am. This was mid-February and I hadn't kissed anyone since Daniel on New Year's...
Somehow Daniel and I ended up at the park after church ended (Tyson, kid I was in love with, was a no-show.) We walked around the entire park and sat down on the bleachers by the baseball fields and just talked. It was really nice to catch up with him and see what he was up to. He called me out on my constant application of chapstick, claiming I'd lured him to the park just so I could kiss him. That is FALSE. I had had really dry lips the previous week and they cracked really bad, the chapstick was just to keep moisture on my lips so the cracks wouldn't get any bigger. I intended to not kiss Daniel at all. Tyson was home from his mission and we were hanging out practically every day, so I wanted to avoid guilt. Daniel walked me to my car, gave me a big hug, and planted one on me. Whoops....
The next Sunday Daniel came to my ward and we left early...to go makeout at a park. There we were in our Sunday best, making out instead of sitting in Sunday school. As far as habits go, that's something I'm not planning on making into one. I came home from "church" and during dinner my dad gave me his normal quiz of who taught what class and what did I find interesting. Definitely had to fudge a little instead of tell him about the French lesson...
Through a whirlwind of events, including Tyson announcing he got a girlfriend (freaking whore, I hate her), my telling Daniel that we had to stop and then, later that day, telling him we needed to meet up asap, Daniel and I ended up with plans to meet up and makeout. Scheduled hookup. Since then, it's been that same day every week. Friends with benefits, makeout buddies, committed NCMO partners, secret lovers without the lovers bit (Daniel's favorite lable. Should I be worried?) It's a weird arrangement, I know, but somehow it's working out...
Somehow Daniel and I ended up at the park after church ended (Tyson, kid I was in love with, was a no-show.) We walked around the entire park and sat down on the bleachers by the baseball fields and just talked. It was really nice to catch up with him and see what he was up to. He called me out on my constant application of chapstick, claiming I'd lured him to the park just so I could kiss him. That is FALSE. I had had really dry lips the previous week and they cracked really bad, the chapstick was just to keep moisture on my lips so the cracks wouldn't get any bigger. I intended to not kiss Daniel at all. Tyson was home from his mission and we were hanging out practically every day, so I wanted to avoid guilt. Daniel walked me to my car, gave me a big hug, and planted one on me. Whoops....
The next Sunday Daniel came to my ward and we left early...to go makeout at a park. There we were in our Sunday best, making out instead of sitting in Sunday school. As far as habits go, that's something I'm not planning on making into one. I came home from "church" and during dinner my dad gave me his normal quiz of who taught what class and what did I find interesting. Definitely had to fudge a little instead of tell him about the French lesson...
Through a whirlwind of events, including Tyson announcing he got a girlfriend (freaking whore, I hate her), my telling Daniel that we had to stop and then, later that day, telling him we needed to meet up asap, Daniel and I ended up with plans to meet up and makeout. Scheduled hookup. Since then, it's been that same day every week. Friends with benefits, makeout buddies, committed NCMO partners, secret lovers without the lovers bit (Daniel's favorite lable. Should I be worried?) It's a weird arrangement, I know, but somehow it's working out...
The Infamous NCMO
NCMO: Non-Committal Make Out. The mormon hook up or one night stand. A good ol' macking sesh with someone you don't want to date.
There's something about getting together with someone for just a night that adds some thrill. For me, I feel like it's a bit of a walk on the wild side because I'm normally a pretty committed gal. For the longest time I never even considered indulging in a NCMO because I felt like I'd end up getting attached and hurt in the end. I tried it for the first time in a looong time at the end of last year after a pretty bad break up. I had recently gotten in contact with an ex boyfriend from high school and he was more than willing to stick his tongue down my throat once or twice. Unfortunately for him, any chemistry we had in high school was long gone and it wasn't enjoyable at all. I'm fairly certain I ended up paying more attention to Zombieland than I did to his kissing. It wasn't enjoyable at all.
There's something about getting together with someone for just a night that adds some thrill. For me, I feel like it's a bit of a walk on the wild side because I'm normally a pretty committed gal. For the longest time I never even considered indulging in a NCMO because I felt like I'd end up getting attached and hurt in the end. I tried it for the first time in a looong time at the end of last year after a pretty bad break up. I had recently gotten in contact with an ex boyfriend from high school and he was more than willing to stick his tongue down my throat once or twice. Unfortunately for him, any chemistry we had in high school was long gone and it wasn't enjoyable at all. I'm fairly certain I ended up paying more attention to Zombieland than I did to his kissing. It wasn't enjoyable at all.
But then New Year's Eve came around.
I have this friend, Daniel, who got back from his mission in December. We dated once upon a high school time, he was my first love, we broke up, yada yada yada. Well, turns out he and I still have mad chemistry so shortly after his return, the subject of us getting together for a rendezvous came up. Happen on New Year's Eve, first in his car and then in mine. I don't know if it was just the New Year's magic in the air or how quickly Daniel caught on to the proper technique of making out (he's a fast learner. likereally fast), but it was amazing. I wasn't thinking about Zombieland or this other guy that I was crushing on, I was completely focused on what was going on right then and there. First NCMO I'd completely enjoyed.
That was the beginning of my adventure down NCMO lane and I haven't looked back since.
I have this friend, Daniel, who got back from his mission in December. We dated once upon a high school time, he was my first love, we broke up, yada yada yada. Well, turns out he and I still have mad chemistry so shortly after his return, the subject of us getting together for a rendezvous came up. Happen on New Year's Eve, first in his car and then in mine. I don't know if it was just the New Year's magic in the air or how quickly Daniel caught on to the proper technique of making out (he's a fast learner. likereally fast), but it was amazing. I wasn't thinking about Zombieland or this other guy that I was crushing on, I was completely focused on what was going on right then and there. First NCMO I'd completely enjoyed.
That was the beginning of my adventure down NCMO lane and I haven't looked back since.
An Introduction: Who am I and what is this Blog?
I started this year thinking, "This is your year, Leslie! This is the year you will make money and go back to school and get the guy and you will get your happily ever after!" That lasted a whopping two weeks. All my goals and hopes went out the window with a couple crazy turn of events. I'm sure in the future I'll get into nitty gritty details of how my year isn't going how I planned, but for now here's a little about me.
My name is Leslie, I'm a younger 20-something single Latter-Day Saint girl from California. Yes, I'm a mormon. I'm completely active, I attend a great YSA ward, I go to every activity and thoroughly enjoy them. I really do love the church and everything it has to offer. I will get married in the temple (some day....one day....) and I will have an eternal marriage; that's pretty much one of my main goals. I read my scriptures, I pray, I attend institute, I write in a journal. I do all the Mormony things I'm supposed to do and I do them because I believe the Church is true. This blog is much less about that and more about the silly things that I, as a young 20-something woman, want.
Let's be honest, there's part of me that just craves a little lovin'. Who doesn't enjoy a good mack? Whether it's someone you've been seeing for a long time and are head over heels for, or someone you just met at a party and are having a good time with, it's fun to lock lips for a while. This is my place to dish. This is my place to get all the details out in the open. Sure, I might approach the line a time or two, I might do things I would never tell my mother about, but that doesn't mean I'm a wild, crazy, law of chastity breaking whore...just a little promiscuous.
Here's my story, my encounters, my heartaches, my dramas, my dates. All of it.
EDIT: March 2, 2013
I started this blog almost exactly two years ago. I am not the same girl. I've experienced real heart break, I've done my fair share of making out, and I've had some pretty long dry spells. It's been a roller coaster of a ride. There have been times when I've felt so filled with emotions I thought I would explode. Other times I felt so void of anything I felt no motivation in any aspect of my life.
I've gone from being 21, crushed by Tyson, whoring it up with Daniel, to being 23, reinvigorated with life by Kirk's stupidity, and filled with a determination to be more of the woman I want my future husband to marry. I don't want to be a silly young girl any longer. I have to take what I've learned and put it to good use, put it towards being a better me.
A lot of people ask why I've stuck with the 'Mormon Skank' title if that's not really something I am. In all honesty, it's stuck because that's what I chose when I started this blog and I don't want to go through the process of changing. I've built up a bit of a following and that's how people know me. It's up to me whether or not I'm going to be skanky, I don't have to live up to the title of the blog.
I appreciate all the feedback and encouragement I receive from you guys. It's nice to hear that I'm not just writing to the abyss of the Internet, but what I'm writing actually matters to people. My favorite comments end up being the ones from people saying, "This is what I needed today. Thanks!" It gives me purpose in continue to catalogue my thoughts.
My name is Leslie, I'm a younger 20-something single Latter-Day Saint girl from California. Yes, I'm a mormon. I'm completely active, I attend a great YSA ward, I go to every activity and thoroughly enjoy them. I really do love the church and everything it has to offer. I will get married in the temple (some day....one day....) and I will have an eternal marriage; that's pretty much one of my main goals. I read my scriptures, I pray, I attend institute, I write in a journal. I do all the Mormony things I'm supposed to do and I do them because I believe the Church is true. This blog is much less about that and more about the silly things that I, as a young 20-something woman, want.
Let's be honest, there's part of me that just craves a little lovin'. Who doesn't enjoy a good mack? Whether it's someone you've been seeing for a long time and are head over heels for, or someone you just met at a party and are having a good time with, it's fun to lock lips for a while. This is my place to dish. This is my place to get all the details out in the open. Sure, I might approach the line a time or two, I might do things I would never tell my mother about, but that doesn't mean I'm a wild, crazy, law of chastity breaking whore...just a little promiscuous.
Here's my story, my encounters, my heartaches, my dramas, my dates. All of it.
EDIT: March 2, 2013
I started this blog almost exactly two years ago. I am not the same girl. I've experienced real heart break, I've done my fair share of making out, and I've had some pretty long dry spells. It's been a roller coaster of a ride. There have been times when I've felt so filled with emotions I thought I would explode. Other times I felt so void of anything I felt no motivation in any aspect of my life.
I've gone from being 21, crushed by Tyson, whoring it up with Daniel, to being 23, reinvigorated with life by Kirk's stupidity, and filled with a determination to be more of the woman I want my future husband to marry. I don't want to be a silly young girl any longer. I have to take what I've learned and put it to good use, put it towards being a better me.
A lot of people ask why I've stuck with the 'Mormon Skank' title if that's not really something I am. In all honesty, it's stuck because that's what I chose when I started this blog and I don't want to go through the process of changing. I've built up a bit of a following and that's how people know me. It's up to me whether or not I'm going to be skanky, I don't have to live up to the title of the blog.
I appreciate all the feedback and encouragement I receive from you guys. It's nice to hear that I'm not just writing to the abyss of the Internet, but what I'm writing actually matters to people. My favorite comments end up being the ones from people saying, "This is what I needed today. Thanks!" It gives me purpose in continue to catalogue my thoughts.
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