This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Monday, July 16, 2007
People who live in cement houses...
...shouldn't have sex doggy style. I'm just saying.

I am now bruised and a little broken after learning this important lesson. After playing poker with John's sister and boyfriend we headed over to T's house to celebrate our friend Tony's birthday with everyone. They had been at the bar all night, but with a few shots of bourbon (the only available liquor in their new house...Odd? yes.) we managed to mingle with them nicely. So nicely in fact, that we slipped away from the group and headed to the front room of the house which no one can really figure out is actually for. It's like a very small walled-in cement porch.

It must've been the ambiance of this cement "mud room" that made us feel so frisky. All that cement, all those cobwebs...oooh yeaaaah. And so, quickly we stripped out of certain items and headed towards the wall with the window. It made sense because the room was too small for any other purpose than to have sex in. I blame the numbing agents of alcohol, John's enthusiasm for the sport and my being a little too close to the wall for the abrasions and bruises that adorn my forehead, nose and elbow today.

There's so much more, but I don't even know how to put it into words...or if I even want to.

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posted by Melina at 8:43 AM