Friday, March 24, 2006
Thank You Pleasure Zone
My Happy Kitty is smiling...Thanks to the Pleasure Zone....
I thought it would be an "in and out job."
I thought to myself,
I'll just walk in, pick something reasonable, and make my merry way.
I bought myself a vibrator before, no problem, it's in the bag, etc. etc.
Never mind it was in Berkeley, a hippy dippy college town at a discrete shop for women in an obsure strip mall, and not, say, fronting Broadway in the big bad city.
Never mind that it was six years ago and I sheepishly giggled my way through that most awkward rite of passage of celebrating one's own right to mechanically enhanced autophilia.
Feigning confidence as I oh-so-aloofly browsed the strap-ons, the harnesses, the anal lubes, the crotch-high leather stiletto boots, etc., I noticed that in lieu of the kind old middle aged hippie women who sold me my friend "Flicka" back in Berkeley, the Pleasure Zone was run (today) exclusively by boys.
Yes I am an adult, and yes I obviously came to buy a vibrator, but still--BOYS selling me my next one?
I shrugged,
steeled my resolve,
and continued to the back of the store, where a veritable
cornucopia of sexual do-dads dared me to come hither.
I soberly touched each box, read the price tags and the intended use of each toy, tried to make a sensible, informed consumer decision regarding which gizmo would best suit my masturbatory needs. (It's not like picking watermelons, kids.) I select an interesting--if daunting piece of wide girth and several edges designed to stimulate multiple areas.
OK, this is it.
I will just buy it and leave.
But life is never that simple.
The Pleasure Zone, devoted to customer satisfaction, does not honor returns and therefore must TEST every vibrator prior to purchase, right there on the sales counter, which is so conveniently in front of the store.
I'm so sorry, short cute shy cashier who had to struggle with the batteries and try to run something that will touch a part of me you never wanted to know about. And I'm so sorry, Mr. Cashier, that I chose the only defective piece, and that it gave you so much trouble.
Yes, I managed to select an impotent vibrator.
As returned to the dildo-shelves, the cashier’s punktastic, purple-haired coworker took over from there, asking me plainly,
"Is there anything in particular you were looking for?"
Beyond a battery-powered orgasm machine? No, but thanks for asking.
Where any mere mortal would shrug and simply return to their work, you--purple-haired manager, expert in all things vibratory--showed me the spectrum of available toys.
Furthermore, you demonstrated them for me right there in front of ther store. I was mortified in front of all the other customers as you matter-of-factly stuck the batteries in, ran the different modes, and even had me touch each item as it trembled in robotic lust.
Straight, gay, or otherwise inclined, you impressed me by most professionally discussing at length the virtues of each item, without batting an eye, knowing full well that we were both trying to imagine exactly which thing IN YOUR HAND would feel best against my clitoris.
You even laughed at my joke about the disco-Dildo that lit up. (Come on, who really cares if a light is going on in your vagina, anyhow?)
Blushing but determined to make a buy, I continued browsing. I finally made a purchase, but you by then were busy with other work, and I was not able to thank you for a level of class, professionalism and candor about the most {literally} sensitive issues.
The very kind cashier rang me up, duly tested my choice, and sent me on my way to enjoy to gift that keeps on giving.
Thank you, Pleasure Zone. No other sex-toy shop will ever live up to you.
Love, Your newest devoted customer.
I thought it would be an "in and out job."
I thought to myself,
I'll just walk in, pick something reasonable, and make my merry way.
I bought myself a vibrator before, no problem, it's in the bag, etc. etc.
Never mind it was in Berkeley, a hippy dippy college town at a discrete shop for women in an obsure strip mall, and not, say, fronting Broadway in the big bad city.
Never mind that it was six years ago and I sheepishly giggled my way through that most awkward rite of passage of celebrating one's own right to mechanically enhanced autophilia.
Feigning confidence as I oh-so-aloofly browsed the strap-ons, the harnesses, the anal lubes, the crotch-high leather stiletto boots, etc., I noticed that in lieu of the kind old middle aged hippie women who sold me my friend "Flicka" back in Berkeley, the Pleasure Zone was run (today) exclusively by boys.
Yes I am an adult, and yes I obviously came to buy a vibrator, but still--BOYS selling me my next one?
I shrugged,
steeled my resolve,
and continued to the back of the store, where a veritable
cornucopia of sexual do-dads dared me to come hither.
I soberly touched each box, read the price tags and the intended use of each toy, tried to make a sensible, informed consumer decision regarding which gizmo would best suit my masturbatory needs. (It's not like picking watermelons, kids.) I select an interesting--if daunting piece of wide girth and several edges designed to stimulate multiple areas.
OK, this is it.
I will just buy it and leave.
But life is never that simple.
The Pleasure Zone, devoted to customer satisfaction, does not honor returns and therefore must TEST every vibrator prior to purchase, right there on the sales counter, which is so conveniently in front of the store.
I'm so sorry, short cute shy cashier who had to struggle with the batteries and try to run something that will touch a part of me you never wanted to know about. And I'm so sorry, Mr. Cashier, that I chose the only defective piece, and that it gave you so much trouble.
Yes, I managed to select an impotent vibrator.
As returned to the dildo-shelves, the cashier’s punktastic, purple-haired coworker took over from there, asking me plainly,
"Is there anything in particular you were looking for?"
Beyond a battery-powered orgasm machine? No, but thanks for asking.
Where any mere mortal would shrug and simply return to their work, you--purple-haired manager, expert in all things vibratory--showed me the spectrum of available toys.
Furthermore, you demonstrated them for me right there in front of ther store. I was mortified in front of all the other customers as you matter-of-factly stuck the batteries in, ran the different modes, and even had me touch each item as it trembled in robotic lust.
Straight, gay, or otherwise inclined, you impressed me by most professionally discussing at length the virtues of each item, without batting an eye, knowing full well that we were both trying to imagine exactly which thing IN YOUR HAND would feel best against my clitoris.
You even laughed at my joke about the disco-Dildo that lit up. (Come on, who really cares if a light is going on in your vagina, anyhow?)
Blushing but determined to make a buy, I continued browsing. I finally made a purchase, but you by then were busy with other work, and I was not able to thank you for a level of class, professionalism and candor about the most {literally} sensitive issues.
The very kind cashier rang me up, duly tested my choice, and sent me on my way to enjoy to gift that keeps on giving.
Thank you, Pleasure Zone. No other sex-toy shop will ever live up to you.
Love, Your newest devoted customer.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
On Being Faithful
...I haven't been.
I haven't been faithful since I was married...that was 6 years ago.
The day I stopped being faithful (in my mind) was the day I walked in the house and my husband and his THEN girlfriend (my hairdresser) where sitting on the couch...at 7:30 at night.
I got off work 2 hours earlier than he expected.
Even though I didn't cheat for the remainder 8 years we were married...I could have. 'Cause sometimes...2 negatives do cancel eachother out....or at least, evens out the score.
Since then, I have not trusted any man. I have little respect for them at all. Regardless of where my heart is...my mind speaks...nay yells! at me to ....
...do me!
Here I am again...in the same situation that I was in ...rather...have been in since that day back in 1992.
Regardless of where my heart is..... he has pushed me to....
...do me.
I feel about him the way I did about my then husband...... he disgust me.
When you give so much....and people take advantage of it and take it as what's "supposed to be" rather than a desire from the other person....it sucks. Money spent, time spent, feelings have grown....I've invested in this relationship and you took that as being "due you". My investment is no longer an asset but a dire liability. My heart has given so much with no return ...I am in default.
Again...YOU did this. Aborted a love that would have grown to be one of the most precious things that you'd ever experienced had you...... just....believed. Short changing me on so many occassion....now
NOW!!
NOW!!
...your showing me little pieces of you that I fell in LOV-E with....NOW!!
that I am going.
I haven't been faithful in a while. Didn't believe that I needed to be. Found you....and wanted to be....but found instead....exactly what I've already had.....
an UNfaithful...
and now I am....hand in hand with you.
I have to do what I have to do and now....
NOW
...your gonna help me...and YOU want to.... for your own sordid reasons.
For me? It's my due...
I haven't been faithful since I was married...that was 6 years ago.
The day I stopped being faithful (in my mind) was the day I walked in the house and my husband and his THEN girlfriend (my hairdresser) where sitting on the couch...at 7:30 at night.
I got off work 2 hours earlier than he expected.
Even though I didn't cheat for the remainder 8 years we were married...I could have. 'Cause sometimes...2 negatives do cancel eachother out....or at least, evens out the score.
Since then, I have not trusted any man. I have little respect for them at all. Regardless of where my heart is...my mind speaks...nay yells! at me to ....
...do me!
Here I am again...in the same situation that I was in ...rather...have been in since that day back in 1992.
Regardless of where my heart is..... he has pushed me to....
...do me.
I feel about him the way I did about my then husband...... he disgust me.
When you give so much....and people take advantage of it and take it as what's "supposed to be" rather than a desire from the other person....it sucks. Money spent, time spent, feelings have grown....I've invested in this relationship and you took that as being "due you". My investment is no longer an asset but a dire liability. My heart has given so much with no return ...I am in default.
Again...YOU did this. Aborted a love that would have grown to be one of the most precious things that you'd ever experienced had you...... just....believed. Short changing me on so many occassion....now
NOW!!
NOW!!
...your showing me little pieces of you that I fell in LOV-E with....NOW!!
that I am going.
I haven't been faithful in a while. Didn't believe that I needed to be. Found you....and wanted to be....but found instead....exactly what I've already had.....
an UNfaithful...
and now I am....hand in hand with you.
I have to do what I have to do and now....
NOW
...your gonna help me...and YOU want to.... for your own sordid reasons.
For me? It's my due...
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Co-Op Is Not Cooperating
I have tons of things to tell you...but I'm not. I'll just tell you this.
I CAIN'T be stopped YO!
Spring is upon us, summer is here....I blossom like a flower in warm weather...I strut and show my feathers like a she-cock (peacock)...my mojo has been replenished during the winter and watch out if your male...paid...and nice to look at!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tonight I am having dinner with the Puerto Rican. I wrote about him the beginning of last year but didn't really EXpound... so I will this time because after a year and a half of knowing this man....he deserves one post to himself.
Ode to the Puerto Rican...lol
I was/am on Blackplanet. I used to get tons of hits...so much so that I couldn't keep up so finally I just stopped logging on...or would log on and then right back off because I wanted to keep my page open. On one rare occasion that I did read my notes...I came across a nice hello from HIM.
I never liked the fact that people other than black would be on this site....or any site that was specifically set up for black people...yea, whatever so what I am a tad bit racist.
...that was until I met...the puerto rican, who I will at this time call Co-op. He is 6 feet, about 205 lbs, he is 8 years older than me and he lives in the Bronx... He has worked at the same job for 17 years and he is for the most part, stable.
I talked to him here and there on the phone before we decided to meet. Then he would come down to my job in lower Manhattan for lunch. He'd pick me up from pool and take me to get spanish food (which is COMPLETELY different from Mexican food)...one of the things that I hated....he worked nights. We'd go back to his place and he'd cook and we'd rent some movies and lay up and cuddle. There were a couple of nights that I did end up staying the night. I felt comfortable with him. However, I was not so comfortable that I wanted to have sex with him.
There are quite a few things that can turn me off sexually but the ultimate is someone that doesn't know how to kiss. Now of course, you ask anyone and they are going to tell you that they are the masters of the kissing game... not always the case, no matter how many moutains they shout it from.
Co-op had thin lips. I like a full set of lips. I love running the underneath of my tongue across the lower lip as I suck up on the top lip. I love taking small nips at the bottom lip and kissing the corners of your mouth. I love the way nice juicy lips feel as I brush my lips lightly across them.
Thin lips don't generally give me these pleasures. I have dated nothing but black men and it's been VERY rare that I dated any with thin lips...stands to reason....I haven't cultivated my thin-lip technique.
The other thing that made me JUST sleep at his place....he was whiny. A grown ass man that has to whine about wanting the pussy will totally turn me off. I let him taste me down low and he was rather ......nice at it. Yet...he never got to put it in. I did the Secret Chinese Handshake more times than I can tell you. Pretty much RE-activated my tendonitis in my right wrist because he was getting those things all the time! While I was giving him his "happy endings", I straddle him so that my thighs are resting on the top of his legs as I am facing him. I scoot far enough back that my ass is on the bed and that the heat from my pussy is sitting close enough to his sac that he can feel the heat from the kitty
Sidenote: I CAN NOT BELIEVE I AM BEING THIS GRAPHIC AND GIVING AWAY MY secrets to MY SECRET CHINESE HANDSHAKE TO THE FREE WORLD!!!!!
and it also gives me the right amount of space so that my left hand can go between us so I can grab and squeeze (if he so wishes) his sac. BUT, before all that happens I sorta play haphazardly with myself so that he gets a visual as I am sitting across from him....most men get a little chubby if not a full on erection when a woman does this...so I do that so that I am not straining my wrist and hand muscles trying to bring a turtle out of it's shell.
Before all of this starts I have set everything in place in the room/livingroom...where ever I am feeling I am going to say "hello" to his dick. I set out my oil (which works better than lotion, lotion tends to dry up faster and I am constantly having to get more...ultimately messing up the flow), I sometimes get a cup of ice and usually set out a damp wash cloth. IF I plan on sucking dick I usually have some cool mint strips by the bed...I can pop one in real quick and suck air into my mouth as I am doing the up-stroke and then the warm thing as I am going back down in a spiral motion. Some chick told me to use Altoids...but her silly as was old school and one of those big bulking Altoids had me choking one time. Trying to maneuver an altoid with my tongue at the same time as giving head is just plain stupid. So I tested the effect of a mint strip on my finger and liked it so I incorporated it into my fellatio repertoire.
Co-op was not getting "head". Of course he tried...of course he tried ALOT of ways to get head, get sex...but to no avail. When I am stubborn...I am immovable.
Plus....Co-op's D-I-C-K is H-U-G-E! ...and oddly enough...dark brown...chocolate even.
Odd because Co-op is a lite skinned puerto rican. Damn near white puerto rican...but his man-tool (white pornos have stupid names for shit), was like a black mans...in color and size....lol
It was so huge that I was a tad bit intimidated. Ok...I WAS intimidated.
My girlfriends have told me stories about them getting stupid sprung off a big dick. I've SEEN them go through some hell based off a big ass dick! I am not the one. Ain't gonna happen. Hence, we never had sex. I loved being around him...he is very Co-oPerative, stable, nice-looking, older, not alot of hassle...but fucking was outta the question.
I'm not getting sprung on dick. I'd rather get sprung off him...the way he treats me, talks to me, his mind, his soul, his actions...but not something so simple as his dick. Plus, he'd distort my pussy...Hellous Nous!
He has has been contacting me via IM since I stopped hanging out with him early last year...asking me to come over and asking me to dinner. He has been very consistent and persistent. Surprises me that a man would still be interested after all this time. Although, it could be that I just happen to be the "one that got away" without first hitting it. Either way, he's picking up up after pool tonight. We are going to dinner...then I am taking my silly ass home.
As I am typing this...I am wondering WHY IS HE still pursuing me? A year and 5 months later, I am still on this mans radar. I never call him, don't return his calls, sometimes don't respond to his IM's (just close the box and go about my business), most times I am a bitch when dealing with him...asking why he is still bugging me. I have told him to go away and leave me alone.
.........so now I am wondering....if we EVER did have sex, would he be even worse than DipSet is now. I have heard stories of latin men being possessive. Is there a bit of truth to those stories?
*and by the way....I told DipSet I was moving out.......THAT is another blog...maybe.
I CAIN'T be stopped YO!
Spring is upon us, summer is here....I blossom like a flower in warm weather...I strut and show my feathers like a she-cock (peacock)...my mojo has been replenished during the winter and watch out if your male...paid...and nice to look at!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tonight I am having dinner with the Puerto Rican. I wrote about him the beginning of last year but didn't really EXpound... so I will this time because after a year and a half of knowing this man....he deserves one post to himself.
Ode to the Puerto Rican...lol
I was/am on Blackplanet. I used to get tons of hits...so much so that I couldn't keep up so finally I just stopped logging on...or would log on and then right back off because I wanted to keep my page open. On one rare occasion that I did read my notes...I came across a nice hello from HIM.
I never liked the fact that people other than black would be on this site....or any site that was specifically set up for black people...yea, whatever so what I am a tad bit racist.
...that was until I met...the puerto rican, who I will at this time call Co-op. He is 6 feet, about 205 lbs, he is 8 years older than me and he lives in the Bronx... He has worked at the same job for 17 years and he is for the most part, stable.
I talked to him here and there on the phone before we decided to meet. Then he would come down to my job in lower Manhattan for lunch. He'd pick me up from pool and take me to get spanish food (which is COMPLETELY different from Mexican food)...one of the things that I hated....he worked nights. We'd go back to his place and he'd cook and we'd rent some movies and lay up and cuddle. There were a couple of nights that I did end up staying the night. I felt comfortable with him. However, I was not so comfortable that I wanted to have sex with him.
There are quite a few things that can turn me off sexually but the ultimate is someone that doesn't know how to kiss. Now of course, you ask anyone and they are going to tell you that they are the masters of the kissing game... not always the case, no matter how many moutains they shout it from.
Co-op had thin lips. I like a full set of lips. I love running the underneath of my tongue across the lower lip as I suck up on the top lip. I love taking small nips at the bottom lip and kissing the corners of your mouth. I love the way nice juicy lips feel as I brush my lips lightly across them.
Thin lips don't generally give me these pleasures. I have dated nothing but black men and it's been VERY rare that I dated any with thin lips...stands to reason....I haven't cultivated my thin-lip technique.
The other thing that made me JUST sleep at his place....he was whiny. A grown ass man that has to whine about wanting the pussy will totally turn me off. I let him taste me down low and he was rather ......nice at it. Yet...he never got to put it in. I did the Secret Chinese Handshake more times than I can tell you. Pretty much RE-activated my tendonitis in my right wrist because he was getting those things all the time! While I was giving him his "happy endings", I straddle him so that my thighs are resting on the top of his legs as I am facing him. I scoot far enough back that my ass is on the bed and that the heat from my pussy is sitting close enough to his sac that he can feel the heat from the kitty
Sidenote: I CAN NOT BELIEVE I AM BEING THIS GRAPHIC AND GIVING AWAY MY secrets to MY SECRET CHINESE HANDSHAKE TO THE FREE WORLD!!!!!
and it also gives me the right amount of space so that my left hand can go between us so I can grab and squeeze (if he so wishes) his sac. BUT, before all that happens I sorta play haphazardly with myself so that he gets a visual as I am sitting across from him....most men get a little chubby if not a full on erection when a woman does this...so I do that so that I am not straining my wrist and hand muscles trying to bring a turtle out of it's shell.
Before all of this starts I have set everything in place in the room/livingroom...where ever I am feeling I am going to say "hello" to his dick. I set out my oil (which works better than lotion, lotion tends to dry up faster and I am constantly having to get more...ultimately messing up the flow), I sometimes get a cup of ice and usually set out a damp wash cloth. IF I plan on sucking dick I usually have some cool mint strips by the bed...I can pop one in real quick and suck air into my mouth as I am doing the up-stroke and then the warm thing as I am going back down in a spiral motion. Some chick told me to use Altoids...but her silly as was old school and one of those big bulking Altoids had me choking one time. Trying to maneuver an altoid with my tongue at the same time as giving head is just plain stupid. So I tested the effect of a mint strip on my finger and liked it so I incorporated it into my fellatio repertoire.
Co-op was not getting "head". Of course he tried...of course he tried ALOT of ways to get head, get sex...but to no avail. When I am stubborn...I am immovable.
Plus....Co-op's D-I-C-K is H-U-G-E! ...and oddly enough...dark brown...chocolate even.
Odd because Co-op is a lite skinned puerto rican. Damn near white puerto rican...but his man-tool (white pornos have stupid names for shit), was like a black mans...in color and size....lol
It was so huge that I was a tad bit intimidated. Ok...I WAS intimidated.
My girlfriends have told me stories about them getting stupid sprung off a big dick. I've SEEN them go through some hell based off a big ass dick! I am not the one. Ain't gonna happen. Hence, we never had sex. I loved being around him...he is very Co-oPerative, stable, nice-looking, older, not alot of hassle...but fucking was outta the question.
I'm not getting sprung on dick. I'd rather get sprung off him...the way he treats me, talks to me, his mind, his soul, his actions...but not something so simple as his dick. Plus, he'd distort my pussy...Hellous Nous!
He has has been contacting me via IM since I stopped hanging out with him early last year...asking me to come over and asking me to dinner. He has been very consistent and persistent. Surprises me that a man would still be interested after all this time. Although, it could be that I just happen to be the "one that got away" without first hitting it. Either way, he's picking up up after pool tonight. We are going to dinner...then I am taking my silly ass home.
As I am typing this...I am wondering WHY IS HE still pursuing me? A year and 5 months later, I am still on this mans radar. I never call him, don't return his calls, sometimes don't respond to his IM's (just close the box and go about my business), most times I am a bitch when dealing with him...asking why he is still bugging me. I have told him to go away and leave me alone.
.........so now I am wondering....if we EVER did have sex, would he be even worse than DipSet is now. I have heard stories of latin men being possessive. Is there a bit of truth to those stories?
*and by the way....I told DipSet I was moving out.......THAT is another blog...maybe.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Afternoon Delight
Call me what you like but I give a fuck!
Yes, I may AT TIMES be a little stuck up, pretentioue and bougie....so what?! Get over it.
Yesterday I went to a Kappa Alpha Psi Annual brunch. Was simply lovely and the food was ...oh my gawd good!!! Slish and I were like 2 kids in a candy store when the desserts came out.
So on the way up Slish keeps telling me that no one will be checking for me and that there is going to be nothing but old men there....
dunt dunt daaaaaa...
Old men are my specialty...they are my forte if you will.
So manageable. Easier to handle and WAY less drama...generous and they allow more freedom than men my age.
Well, turns out....there are many many many men... many men! Some young, some old, fat, skinny, tall, short, married, single and some that are even gay...oops, did I say that out loud? Not a Kappa....gawd forbid....
ANYWAY.........
So as I am getting my masculine "fix" for the weekend.....I spot my prey. Nice, brown skinneded and tall. Dressed nicely ......... 'cept for the glasses...they looked a little pimp-done-switched-to-preacher glasses. Either way...worth looking at a bit wee closer.
Now mind you...since my blogger Boyfriend Venom was there...and I came with my blogger Jump-off Slish....I was a little low-key in my mackin'-playerism skills... Just casually making eye contact and making sure that I smile and hold that eye contact a tad bit longer than just the casual glance. After all, men are a little slow when it comes to flirting....but my blatant playerism would have been detected by VENOMS MOTHER who happened to be positioned so that she had to look past me to look at the rest of the ballroom. SIDENOTE: Thanks alot Venom! Since she would have saw my true licking-the-lips-and-winking scheme...I had to be on the "unda".....
So Mr. Man got up to go to the dessert line and as he walked by I held his eyes for a minute past too long...then very demurely, I lowered my eyes and smiled faintly...then slowly looked back up at him with a full on smile............he had slowed his pace and was still looking. He got the full effect of my....fake ass shy-girl act. I was feeling like a line from Me.moirs of a Ge.isha....almost stopped that man with a smile!
He smiled back.....like he wanted to come over and kiss me. Actually, I think it was with the look of... If-we-were-here-alone-and-I-knew-you....I'd-fuck-you-on-the-table-right-muthafucken-now!
Well maybe not that....but sumptin LIKE that....*blushing*
"A, you wanna go get some dessert? Come on!"
I let Slish stroll his little ass in there and then I walk 15 steps behind.... "Yes, fellas....I AM ALONE....Slasher is not my man!....He's on the prowl...too. So, step right up manly-men and come play with me."
I get into the dessert line and my silly ass forgets that my future-backbreakin'-pornstar-partner is in there. I start filling my plate to tilt! So much so...that my Mr. Man comes to my end of the table and speaks to Slish...and I stay focused on piling my plate with cakes, pies, choclate mousse....I don't even hang around to get the correct introduction.....the introduction that could have had me being Mrs. Asstistant Principle.........damn my sweet tooth to hell!
Plate is full...and I head back to the table. Slish comes over and says something to the effect of........."he's your type! Your silly ass cut out before I could introduce you to him. I know him and so does Keith." AND I said back to him........"yea, he was my type.....but this chocolate mousse is MORE my type!!!" {This conversation was all paraphrased!}
I tell my blogger jump-off to intorduce me when we are leaving.....he says no! HATER!Then somewhere during the remainder of the afternoon...Slishy get's a heart. As we are leaving and after I had to checked my blogger boyfriend for bringing his "real-life" girlfriend and making me endure sitting in her presence while he gushes all over her.................
I follow Slish over to a table. I walk 20 paces behind Slishter as he heads to Mr. Man's table to say bye..................and to introduce moi.
"Mr. Man this is Bloopty Blop"..... I take his out-stretched hand to say hello while I am wearing a big wanna-eat-you-up smile and looking in his eyes..............and as he takes my hand in his hand
............it's with a limp wrist and a soft shake!
Gross!Yes, call me stuck up, pretentious and bougie............but I could care less about the make of your suit, the cut of your hair, the shine on your shoes..............a big 6'5, healthy grown ass man shake my hand with a limp wrist and a weak handshake and I am DONE!
Yes y'all.........Bloopty Blop has left the building.
Time to go home and finish playing wifey to DipSet............................but it was nice having eye-candy to look at for the afternoon.
Yes, I may AT TIMES be a little stuck up, pretentioue and bougie....so what?! Get over it.
Yesterday I went to a Kappa Alpha Psi Annual brunch. Was simply lovely and the food was ...oh my gawd good!!! Slish and I were like 2 kids in a candy store when the desserts came out.
So on the way up Slish keeps telling me that no one will be checking for me and that there is going to be nothing but old men there....
dunt dunt daaaaaa...
Old men are my specialty...they are my forte if you will.
So manageable. Easier to handle and WAY less drama...generous and they allow more freedom than men my age.
Well, turns out....there are many many many men... many men! Some young, some old, fat, skinny, tall, short, married, single and some that are even gay...oops, did I say that out loud? Not a Kappa....gawd forbid....
ANYWAY.........
So as I am getting my masculine "fix" for the weekend.....I spot my prey. Nice, brown skinneded and tall. Dressed nicely ......... 'cept for the glasses...they looked a little pimp-done-switched-to-preacher glasses. Either way...worth looking at a bit wee closer.
Now mind you...since my blogger Boyfriend Venom was there...and I came with my blogger Jump-off Slish....I was a little low-key in my mackin'-playerism skills... Just casually making eye contact and making sure that I smile and hold that eye contact a tad bit longer than just the casual glance. After all, men are a little slow when it comes to flirting....but my blatant playerism would have been detected by VENOMS MOTHER who happened to be positioned so that she had to look past me to look at the rest of the ballroom. SIDENOTE: Thanks alot Venom! Since she would have saw my true licking-the-lips-and-winking scheme...I had to be on the "unda".....
So Mr. Man got up to go to the dessert line and as he walked by I held his eyes for a minute past too long...then very demurely, I lowered my eyes and smiled faintly...then slowly looked back up at him with a full on smile............he had slowed his pace and was still looking. He got the full effect of my....fake ass shy-girl act. I was feeling like a line from Me.moirs of a Ge.isha....almost stopped that man with a smile!
He smiled back.....like he wanted to come over and kiss me. Actually, I think it was with the look of... If-we-were-here-alone-and-I-knew-you....I'd-fuck-you-on-the-table-right-muthafucken-now!
Well maybe not that....but sumptin LIKE that....*blushing*
"A, you wanna go get some dessert? Come on!"
I let Slish stroll his little ass in there and then I walk 15 steps behind.... "Yes, fellas....I AM ALONE....Slasher is not my man!....He's on the prowl...too. So, step right up manly-men and come play with me."
I get into the dessert line and my silly ass forgets that my future-backbreakin'-pornstar-partner is in there. I start filling my plate to tilt! So much so...that my Mr. Man comes to my end of the table and speaks to Slish...and I stay focused on piling my plate with cakes, pies, choclate mousse....I don't even hang around to get the correct introduction.....the introduction that could have had me being Mrs. Asstistant Principle.........damn my sweet tooth to hell!
Plate is full...and I head back to the table. Slish comes over and says something to the effect of........."he's your type! Your silly ass cut out before I could introduce you to him. I know him and so does Keith." AND I said back to him........"yea, he was my type.....but this chocolate mousse is MORE my type!!!" {This conversation was all paraphrased!}
I tell my blogger jump-off to intorduce me when we are leaving.....he says no! HATER!Then somewhere during the remainder of the afternoon...Slishy get's a heart. As we are leaving and after I had to checked my blogger boyfriend for bringing his "real-life" girlfriend and making me endure sitting in her presence while he gushes all over her.................
I follow Slish over to a table. I walk 20 paces behind Slishter as he heads to Mr. Man's table to say bye..................and to introduce moi.
"Mr. Man this is Bloopty Blop"..... I take his out-stretched hand to say hello while I am wearing a big wanna-eat-you-up smile and looking in his eyes..............and as he takes my hand in his hand
............it's with a limp wrist and a soft shake!
Gross!Yes, call me stuck up, pretentious and bougie............but I could care less about the make of your suit, the cut of your hair, the shine on your shoes..............a big 6'5, healthy grown ass man shake my hand with a limp wrist and a weak handshake and I am DONE!
Yes y'all.........Bloopty Blop has left the building.
Time to go home and finish playing wifey to DipSet............................but it was nice having eye-candy to look at for the afternoon.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Give Me Just A Moment
Just had some Funyuns...
they fucked the top of my mouth up!
Hate when that happens.
That's why I don't eat CaptNCrunch anymore....
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Ok, this weekend is not playing out anything like I planned...FUCK!
I was suppose to start moving my shit slowly in...to make my escape. PJR calls me this afternoon and says that the guys are gonna START painting the apartment tomorrow so it wouldn't be ready for move in until next week. HUH? *blank stare*
I was suppose to have a "meeting" with someone that I had met before DipSet. I was digging him but DipSet came an bogart'd his way into my life...I ended up letting BikerBoy dissipate to...nothing. Well, on my trip to Boston 2 weeks ago...he gives me a call.
"Who is this? What? Oh BiiiikerBooooy. How are YOU doin'?" (that's in my best Joey Tribiani voice..lol)
Well, that lead to us talking every other day on the phone. He hasn't pressed me about what happened months ago, hasn't asked me any real personal questions...but it's the omition of certain topics that makes me know HE knows the situation. Plus, the fact that I am only available for his phone calls up until I reach the lobby of my building. It's been only on one rare occassion when I have spoke to him when at home...that's only 'cause DipSet hadn't made it home yet. Other than that...he doesn't call me after 6 (I didn't even have to tell him...he knows.) He aslo knows that I am going to be moving (from whereever it is that I live now *smile*), because he was on the phone with me when I was waiting on PJR.
RJ calls me and we talk about what we are doing tonight...told him I had nothing planned and that I was just gonna go home and be with booger-head....he said he wanted to get out after work...ME TOO! SO he mentions his new spot.....which will become MY new spot since I'll be living over there (heeheehee) I tell him I wanna go. Now I have to make 2 calls.
1st call: "Hey you, do we have plans tonight?" "No, why?" "I think I'mma hang out after work." "Spending your money again huh?" "NO!, just hanging out. Did you have plans for us?" "No." "Ok, I'll talk to you later." "Bye chuckles" I don't feel all that bad...well, not really. After all, RJ doesn't normally stay out late...and if it comes down to it...I'll hop my ass on Metro-North, although I know RJ won't let me do that. PLUS...since DIpSet has VERY casually met RJ...he happens to be the ONLY guy it's ok for me to hang out with.
2nd call: "Hey BB, call me when you get this message. I am going to have to cancel for tonight. Weeelllll, just call me when you get this and maybe we can squeeze some time in. Ugh! That sounded fucked up huh?"
Call back: "Hey Bloopty" "What's up Yo?" He laughs at that. "So, I am not going to see you tonight?" "No, but can we meet tomorrow for brunch...@ 11?" "I want to see you." "You will baby, but not tonight. Put a smile on my face and tell me you'll meet me tomorrow....I really want to see you..." He chuckles. "You know your gonna see me tomorrow. You try and cancel on me and I am coming to find you." "That's gonna be easy...'cause I'm not trying to hide from you baby." He chuckles. "You know you always make me blush. Stop it." "But you like it, why stop?" He laughs again. "I'll talk to you tomorrow baby!"
I hang up and pat myself on the back...... Man, this flirty repetoire reminds me that I AM GOOD AT THIS SHIT! lol I'm not trying to run game...just want him to feel like he wasn't put on the back burner...although he was. I'll text him later to send him a reminder for tomorrow. Giving him a sense that even though I blew him off (not THAT blow off) he is still being thought of.
So it's to Eugene Monroe's....Billy Fro's...some place that RJ has me going. I like hanging with this guy...why? 'Cause he's my friend. Honestly, just a friend...fuck what you heard!! lol He always has good conversation, I don't feel uncomfortable, I don't feel like I have to entertain him, cater to his man-ness. Because we. are. freinds. So yes, on a day like today when I am feeling happy, feeling casual, feeling like laughing and having a good time.....I put off my current, put off some potential and hang out with someone that is better than all that...a reliable. I'd prefer that any day, over the unsure thing I walk in the door to every night and the unknown of reserve.
I thought that DipSet was working nights all this weekend. NOT. He works 7-3 Sat and Sunday throwing off my...groove thang. Just when I am starting to warm up to the day...get the sleepy outta my eye...I gotta go pick up this man. Doesn't mess up my day...but what starts out as a good day...can usually go to hell in a hand basket with the quickness once he gets in the truck. I'mma have to be nice to this man...not that I DON'T WANT to be nice to him...would love to be nice to him...but sometimes that man makes me wanna seriously do some damage to his bodily parts.
We will see how Saturday and Sunday go...going to Venom's Kappa fundraiser event thingy...
Food for thought on the weekend:
Love is giving someone the ability to hurt you but trusting them not to!
they fucked the top of my mouth up!
Hate when that happens.
That's why I don't eat CaptNCrunch anymore....
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Ok, this weekend is not playing out anything like I planned...FUCK!
I was suppose to start moving my shit slowly in...to make my escape. PJR calls me this afternoon and says that the guys are gonna START painting the apartment tomorrow so it wouldn't be ready for move in until next week. HUH? *blank stare*
I was suppose to have a "meeting" with someone that I had met before DipSet. I was digging him but DipSet came an bogart'd his way into my life...I ended up letting BikerBoy dissipate to...nothing. Well, on my trip to Boston 2 weeks ago...he gives me a call.
"Who is this? What? Oh BiiiikerBooooy. How are YOU doin'?" (that's in my best Joey Tribiani voice..lol)
Well, that lead to us talking every other day on the phone. He hasn't pressed me about what happened months ago, hasn't asked me any real personal questions...but it's the omition of certain topics that makes me know HE knows the situation. Plus, the fact that I am only available for his phone calls up until I reach the lobby of my building. It's been only on one rare occassion when I have spoke to him when at home...that's only 'cause DipSet hadn't made it home yet. Other than that...he doesn't call me after 6 (I didn't even have to tell him...he knows.) He aslo knows that I am going to be moving (from whereever it is that I live now *smile*), because he was on the phone with me when I was waiting on PJR.
RJ calls me and we talk about what we are doing tonight...told him I had nothing planned and that I was just gonna go home and be with booger-head....he said he wanted to get out after work...ME TOO! SO he mentions his new spot.....which will become MY new spot since I'll be living over there (heeheehee) I tell him I wanna go. Now I have to make 2 calls.
1st call: "Hey you, do we have plans tonight?" "No, why?" "I think I'mma hang out after work." "Spending your money again huh?" "NO!, just hanging out. Did you have plans for us?" "No." "Ok, I'll talk to you later." "Bye chuckles" I don't feel all that bad...well, not really. After all, RJ doesn't normally stay out late...and if it comes down to it...I'll hop my ass on Metro-North, although I know RJ won't let me do that. PLUS...since DIpSet has VERY casually met RJ...he happens to be the ONLY guy it's ok for me to hang out with.
2nd call: "Hey BB, call me when you get this message. I am going to have to cancel for tonight. Weeelllll, just call me when you get this and maybe we can squeeze some time in. Ugh! That sounded fucked up huh?"
Call back: "Hey Bloopty" "What's up Yo?" He laughs at that. "So, I am not going to see you tonight?" "No, but can we meet tomorrow for brunch...@ 11?" "I want to see you." "You will baby, but not tonight. Put a smile on my face and tell me you'll meet me tomorrow....I really want to see you..." He chuckles. "You know your gonna see me tomorrow. You try and cancel on me and I am coming to find you." "That's gonna be easy...'cause I'm not trying to hide from you baby." He chuckles. "You know you always make me blush. Stop it." "But you like it, why stop?" He laughs again. "I'll talk to you tomorrow baby!"
I hang up and pat myself on the back...... Man, this flirty repetoire reminds me that I AM GOOD AT THIS SHIT! lol I'm not trying to run game...just want him to feel like he wasn't put on the back burner...although he was. I'll text him later to send him a reminder for tomorrow. Giving him a sense that even though I blew him off (not THAT blow off) he is still being thought of.
So it's to Eugene Monroe's....Billy Fro's...some place that RJ has me going. I like hanging with this guy...why? 'Cause he's my friend. Honestly, just a friend...fuck what you heard!! lol He always has good conversation, I don't feel uncomfortable, I don't feel like I have to entertain him, cater to his man-ness. Because we. are. freinds. So yes, on a day like today when I am feeling happy, feeling casual, feeling like laughing and having a good time.....I put off my current, put off some potential and hang out with someone that is better than all that...a reliable. I'd prefer that any day, over the unsure thing I walk in the door to every night and the unknown of reserve.
I thought that DipSet was working nights all this weekend. NOT. He works 7-3 Sat and Sunday throwing off my...groove thang. Just when I am starting to warm up to the day...get the sleepy outta my eye...I gotta go pick up this man. Doesn't mess up my day...but what starts out as a good day...can usually go to hell in a hand basket with the quickness once he gets in the truck. I'mma have to be nice to this man...not that I DON'T WANT to be nice to him...would love to be nice to him...but sometimes that man makes me wanna seriously do some damage to his bodily parts.
We will see how Saturday and Sunday go...going to Venom's Kappa fundraiser event thingy...
Food for thought on the weekend:
Love is giving someone the ability to hurt you but trusting them not to!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
To Swallow or Not to Swallow
My ultimate question is: How important is swallowing?
Now keep that in mind as I continue…
I told you that last Friday night I was gonna swallow for the first time. Ever. Fa’ real. I never even swallowed with my husband…and I was married to him for 9 years. I’ll have to tell the stories from my marriage another time…and that’s only if you ask.
DipSet and I were on our way up to the high school play-off games at Pace which is a good 20 minutes away from the homestead. I have been feeling horny but then that is always the case when the bitch is coming to town. Well, I have BEEN horny seeing as DipSet and I are doing it less and less, {which vexes me much. How do you go from 7-9 times a week to once a week?}, so I undo the seatbelt, bend over and ask him to lift his ass so I can pull down his sweats. He looked at me like “why?” which I understood since he and I are always feuding…
…but idiot! I am about to suck your dick and your looking at me like your not sure??? Da hell is that about! I start to sit back in my seat and buckle the seat back up…he reaches over and stops my hand…then gives me this sheepish…”yea, I’mma idiot” look…I look at him as if to say “you sure? ‘cause you stop me from my mission again and I’mma fuck you up!” He nods yes…
….so without a word between us…I proceed to suck the shit out of his baby dick {Venom terminology} until it’s grown to the chubby that I have come to adore.
I knew that I was gonna swallow from the first couple of sucks and strokes…how you ask?,,, My mouth was very wet…I had all kinds of saliva formulating…getting my hand wet, his boxers the top of his sweatpants…everything. I was moving, holding, stroking and I was excited to have this dick in my mouth. It was like an old 1970’s Vanessa Del Rio video blowjob….I went wild on his dick. For a minute there….I loved that dick. The kind of love you have for a person…wanted to show this dick how much I loved it. Not DipSet…but DipSet’s dick… LOL
I was thinking that I’mma suck the shit out of this mans dick and make him cum in my mouth. Now so you know, I am always handling it…touching it and making him cum. It’s always so messy and if I look at cum to long…makes me gag…like I did when Damon threw up that supposed milkshake…lol{that’s at RJ} The plan was to avoid that messiness…especially since my mouth was so juicy…I was juicy-mouthed-ed {Jamie Foxx terminology} I didn’t want to create more of a mess since we were going to this game. So the logical conclusion would be either make him cum and swallow OR stop sucking….which I could not physically do. Yea, that’s how into my shit I was!!
I was prepared to do it…not fearing the taste or thinking I would gag since something like semen is so foreign to my palate. After all, DipSet drinks nothing but juices…Pear Juice, Grape Peach juice, Pineapple juice…JUICE!! Figured that means his shit is sweet as hell AND nutritious too…LOL
Well…he started swerving on the Hutch…moaning and I know that had I did that sucking air through my teeth at the same time as coming up to the tip…his eyes would have rolled back into his head and we’da been dead wrapped around a tree or in the water drowning. So I stopped….he looked at me like I had lost my damn mind….
Thing is….I didn’t want THIS man cumming in my mouth. Maybe I do…but THAT day I didn’t. Truth be told….aw hell, never mind…all I am saying is that…
I am leaving soon….
Should I swallow? Does swallowing mean something to you guys? Something more than just the act of giving head? Of course you’d rather we all swallowed…but if we didn’t then all of the sudden did…does that mean something if I do? Should I be thinking about swallowing if I am moving out {he doesn’t know}?
He didn’t ask. Hell, he didn’t even know that I was about to. Came down to…I wanted to. Had it been 2 months ago…maybe even 3 months ago or rather the feelings I had then versus now…I would have. My body wanted to take it there but…my mind told me THAT would be a bad idea…same as the going bareback….. Would he let me leave?
Me: “Do you like it baby?”
Him: “No, I love it!”
Him: “I don’t think I could live without you here”….
Should I have just swallowed?…was my mind hatin’ on me and cockblocking on him?
Now keep that in mind as I continue…
I told you that last Friday night I was gonna swallow for the first time. Ever. Fa’ real. I never even swallowed with my husband…and I was married to him for 9 years. I’ll have to tell the stories from my marriage another time…and that’s only if you ask.
DipSet and I were on our way up to the high school play-off games at Pace which is a good 20 minutes away from the homestead. I have been feeling horny but then that is always the case when the bitch is coming to town. Well, I have BEEN horny seeing as DipSet and I are doing it less and less, {which vexes me much. How do you go from 7-9 times a week to once a week?}, so I undo the seatbelt, bend over and ask him to lift his ass so I can pull down his sweats. He looked at me like “why?” which I understood since he and I are always feuding…
…but idiot! I am about to suck your dick and your looking at me like your not sure??? Da hell is that about! I start to sit back in my seat and buckle the seat back up…he reaches over and stops my hand…then gives me this sheepish…”yea, I’mma idiot” look…I look at him as if to say “you sure? ‘cause you stop me from my mission again and I’mma fuck you up!” He nods yes…
….so without a word between us…I proceed to suck the shit out of his baby dick {Venom terminology} until it’s grown to the chubby that I have come to adore.
I knew that I was gonna swallow from the first couple of sucks and strokes…how you ask?,,, My mouth was very wet…I had all kinds of saliva formulating…getting my hand wet, his boxers the top of his sweatpants…everything. I was moving, holding, stroking and I was excited to have this dick in my mouth. It was like an old 1970’s Vanessa Del Rio video blowjob….I went wild on his dick. For a minute there….I loved that dick. The kind of love you have for a person…wanted to show this dick how much I loved it. Not DipSet…but DipSet’s dick… LOL
I was thinking that I’mma suck the shit out of this mans dick and make him cum in my mouth. Now so you know, I am always handling it…touching it and making him cum. It’s always so messy and if I look at cum to long…makes me gag…like I did when Damon threw up that supposed milkshake…lol{that’s at RJ} The plan was to avoid that messiness…especially since my mouth was so juicy…I was juicy-mouthed-ed {Jamie Foxx terminology} I didn’t want to create more of a mess since we were going to this game. So the logical conclusion would be either make him cum and swallow OR stop sucking….which I could not physically do. Yea, that’s how into my shit I was!!
I was prepared to do it…not fearing the taste or thinking I would gag since something like semen is so foreign to my palate. After all, DipSet drinks nothing but juices…Pear Juice, Grape Peach juice, Pineapple juice…JUICE!! Figured that means his shit is sweet as hell AND nutritious too…LOL
Well…he started swerving on the Hutch…moaning and I know that had I did that sucking air through my teeth at the same time as coming up to the tip…his eyes would have rolled back into his head and we’da been dead wrapped around a tree or in the water drowning. So I stopped….he looked at me like I had lost my damn mind….
Thing is….I didn’t want THIS man cumming in my mouth. Maybe I do…but THAT day I didn’t. Truth be told….aw hell, never mind…all I am saying is that…
I am leaving soon….
Should I swallow? Does swallowing mean something to you guys? Something more than just the act of giving head? Of course you’d rather we all swallowed…but if we didn’t then all of the sudden did…does that mean something if I do? Should I be thinking about swallowing if I am moving out {he doesn’t know}?
He didn’t ask. Hell, he didn’t even know that I was about to. Came down to…I wanted to. Had it been 2 months ago…maybe even 3 months ago or rather the feelings I had then versus now…I would have. My body wanted to take it there but…my mind told me THAT would be a bad idea…same as the going bareback….. Would he let me leave?
Me: “Do you like it baby?”
Him: “No, I love it!”
Him: “I don’t think I could live without you here”….
Should I have just swallowed?…was my mind hatin’ on me and cockblocking on him?
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Exposing Myself AGAIN
Today and every day until I move is NOT the day for retrospection...is that a word?...well it is today dammit!
I am going to walk blindly day to day, until I have some piece of mind to think and do as I please. Y'all think I am playing....but I had to write this one little glimpse into something that COULD HAVE turned into a serious thought had I not put a lid on it...........
I was reading my buddy Var's blog and I took an excerpt from it...for several reasons...
ONE being that he writes his ass off and if I knew that it wasn't just the fact that he can meld words together like a wordsmith, put them together to make my heart smile and my panties wet...then I'd fly to LA and wrestle that brotha down and make him mine forever.
TWO because the statement is REAL... I mean it's real if you feel it and even real if you don't. But acknowledgement goes a long way.
...." so that when she mentions she's gotta a husband the next time, she'll say it with pride rather than regret. Because having a woman recognize you as her everything has got to be the most beautiful gift a man could ever experience"...
THREE I did this! Just the other day. I went to the car wash to get DipSets truck cleaned. While I was waiting a guy comes and sits next to me and starts making small talk....the kind I'm not good at, don't wanna hear, and since I think DS is having me followed...I don't need no man sitting with me out on a nice sunny day and talking to me....LOL...sorta
So he asked me which was mine and I pointed at the black truck...."wow, that's alot of power for a petite woman like you".... {He's an ass.} "it's not mine." "Oh, it must be your man's, do you have a boyfriend?"
Why did I take a deep ass breath before saying "Yea". I hadn't realized how down, depressed it sounded until he said....
"Sorry to hear that...and from what it sounds like, your sorry to have one!"
I didn't say anything else.
I just waited for Jose to finish putting the armoral on the tires...I got up and went to the truck...got inside....put my seatbelt on...looked back at dude....and then took another deep breath and drove off.
Thing about it, I didn't want dude. Wasn't attracted to him. But his comment just made me think.......
"you have no idea."
...then I just went about my business and forgot about that trivial banter until I read Var's post. Even now as I type it.....I am not thinking about it.....I know that's hard to understand but...when something weighs to heavily on your mind...you CAN make sure it stays at surface level until your ready to delve into the deep, to see how far it goes....
I am going to walk blindly day to day, until I have some piece of mind to think and do as I please. Y'all think I am playing....but I had to write this one little glimpse into something that COULD HAVE turned into a serious thought had I not put a lid on it...........
I was reading my buddy Var's blog and I took an excerpt from it...for several reasons...
ONE being that he writes his ass off and if I knew that it wasn't just the fact that he can meld words together like a wordsmith, put them together to make my heart smile and my panties wet...then I'd fly to LA and wrestle that brotha down and make him mine forever.
TWO because the statement is REAL... I mean it's real if you feel it and even real if you don't. But acknowledgement goes a long way.
...." so that when she mentions she's gotta a husband the next time, she'll say it with pride rather than regret. Because having a woman recognize you as her everything has got to be the most beautiful gift a man could ever experience"...
THREE I did this! Just the other day. I went to the car wash to get DipSets truck cleaned. While I was waiting a guy comes and sits next to me and starts making small talk....the kind I'm not good at, don't wanna hear, and since I think DS is having me followed...I don't need no man sitting with me out on a nice sunny day and talking to me....LOL...sorta
So he asked me which was mine and I pointed at the black truck...."wow, that's alot of power for a petite woman like you".... {He's an ass.} "it's not mine." "Oh, it must be your man's, do you have a boyfriend?"
Why did I take a deep ass breath before saying "Yea". I hadn't realized how down, depressed it sounded until he said....
"Sorry to hear that...and from what it sounds like, your sorry to have one!"
I didn't say anything else.
I just waited for Jose to finish putting the armoral on the tires...I got up and went to the truck...got inside....put my seatbelt on...looked back at dude....and then took another deep breath and drove off.
Thing about it, I didn't want dude. Wasn't attracted to him. But his comment just made me think.......
"you have no idea."
...then I just went about my business and forgot about that trivial banter until I read Var's post. Even now as I type it.....I am not thinking about it.....I know that's hard to understand but...when something weighs to heavily on your mind...you CAN make sure it stays at surface level until your ready to delve into the deep, to see how far it goes....
Some First...Part One
The first time a guy went down on me was NOT the first time that I had sex. I mean actual insertion. I was a virgin. I was very self conscious..after all...it's not like my daddy explained THAT part of the birds and the bees. He only explained the "basics"...and THIS....was not basic.
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I was deflowered when I was 18. I hated it. Was gross and it hurt and I bled and when I went to the bathroom afterwards...it stung. I hated the guy I lost my virginity to. He was my boyfriend for a year before we did "it". He taught me how to drive. I would go to the park with him at 2 in the morning and we'd drink Bartel's & James and lay in a blanket and look up at the stars together. He'd take me out to the airport and we'd sit on the hood and make up stories about the people flying off in the planes overhead. He took me to his church and I sat with his mother, brother and him.
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The first time I got drunk I think I was about 11 or 12. My dad had a party at the house...spades or something. I was suppose to be in the room with all the kids watching some movie or playing board games...something other than sneaking into the kitchen and taking sips of half drunken cups of alcohol. Sidenote: Now that I tell this story...I might have told it already on the Old Forgettable Shit Anyway....party was over and my cousins were leaving and my cousins asked if I could go spend the night. I spent the night over their house and ended up needing to be carried up their stairs when we got to their house....and I trew up in my cousins hair since I slept with her. Was gross. That night foretold many a night to come in the future.
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The first time I stole something I got caught. I was going for the big stuff....stole over $500 worth of bullshit. My daddy was a senator....so the cops new him. I never went to jail or court.
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The first job I had was making trails in the Uintah moutains in Utah. It was a summer job my grammy set me up with. I was 14 I think. I was gettng paid $16.00 and hour. It was an 8 hour work day. I loved and hated that job. Making good money at 14...yet, it was HARD work. Seriously. Manual labor for real for real. We'd have to clear out bushes, shrubs small trees then hoe down trails and smooth them out so people could hike without tripping over tree roots, bushes and whatnot. I saw some of the most beautiful picturesque scenes that no Ansel Adams photos could ever capture. Back then I was camping all the time with my dad...so I was fornutate enough to be able to appreciate what I saw. I remember there being a journal book at one of the ops of the moutain sitting on a rock in a plastic bag...whoever made it to the top of the moutain was encourage to write a few words and sign their name... I wonder who started that and how long that went on for...who has those journals? I could not tell you what moutain it was or how to get back...I wish I could. I rememeber it being beautiful.
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My first road trip was to Artesia, New Mexico. I saw horny toads...hard pointy backs but the smoothest underbellies imagine-able. How is that? That's the part that rests on the ground.... I remember sitting on the porch and my grandmother finding a rattle snake in the oven (oven was not on) and she killed it...then she threw it out the front door and I remember that snakes tail hitting me in the head..... Grammy's aim was a little off. Let me find out she did that shit on purpose...lol
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The first strip joint I went to, I was hounded by a petite little filapino chick. P.E.T.I.T.E. damn near tiny. Put us side by side and we'd look like sisters. That's probably why she wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. She danced on the stage...and wasn't good. But she danced for me! Men were throwing money on the stage and the whole time she stayed in front of me. Thought about that shit later and realized that shit was planned. Calculated. Women know what makes money and two asian "looking" chicks ...one dancing for the other with nothing but a g-string on...plays tricks on a man's mind especially if he has been drinking. After her dance she came off the stage and asked me if she could give me a dance....I said no. I am not paying no chick to shake her ass. She told me I didn't have to pay, she'd just dance for me. In the private room. In the back. Umma, she done scared me. I still declined. Later she danced on stage again....she did the same thing as before. SO... I took that bitch home and fucked her. Ok ok ok...I didn't, I was just seeing if you were paying attention!!! I left and was teased all night by my bestfriend and her husband.
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My first "internet" date ended 5 minutes after me meeting him in person. I looked at him and asked him how long ago the pictures he sent me were....he said a year or two. I told him he should have sent me an updated on and I told him it was nice meeting him and I got up and left.
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I was deflowered when I was 18. I hated it. Was gross and it hurt and I bled and when I went to the bathroom afterwards...it stung. I hated the guy I lost my virginity to. He was my boyfriend for a year before we did "it". He taught me how to drive. I would go to the park with him at 2 in the morning and we'd drink Bartel's & James and lay in a blanket and look up at the stars together. He'd take me out to the airport and we'd sit on the hood and make up stories about the people flying off in the planes overhead. He took me to his church and I sat with his mother, brother and him.
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The first time I got drunk I think I was about 11 or 12. My dad had a party at the house...spades or something. I was suppose to be in the room with all the kids watching some movie or playing board games...something other than sneaking into the kitchen and taking sips of half drunken cups of alcohol. Sidenote: Now that I tell this story...I might have told it already on the Old Forgettable Shit Anyway....party was over and my cousins were leaving and my cousins asked if I could go spend the night. I spent the night over their house and ended up needing to be carried up their stairs when we got to their house....and I trew up in my cousins hair since I slept with her. Was gross. That night foretold many a night to come in the future.
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The first time I stole something I got caught. I was going for the big stuff....stole over $500 worth of bullshit. My daddy was a senator....so the cops new him. I never went to jail or court.
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The first job I had was making trails in the Uintah moutains in Utah. It was a summer job my grammy set me up with. I was 14 I think. I was gettng paid $16.00 and hour. It was an 8 hour work day. I loved and hated that job. Making good money at 14...yet, it was HARD work. Seriously. Manual labor for real for real. We'd have to clear out bushes, shrubs small trees then hoe down trails and smooth them out so people could hike without tripping over tree roots, bushes and whatnot. I saw some of the most beautiful picturesque scenes that no Ansel Adams photos could ever capture. Back then I was camping all the time with my dad...so I was fornutate enough to be able to appreciate what I saw. I remember there being a journal book at one of the ops of the moutain sitting on a rock in a plastic bag...whoever made it to the top of the moutain was encourage to write a few words and sign their name... I wonder who started that and how long that went on for...who has those journals? I could not tell you what moutain it was or how to get back...I wish I could. I rememeber it being beautiful.
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My first road trip was to Artesia, New Mexico. I saw horny toads...hard pointy backs but the smoothest underbellies imagine-able. How is that? That's the part that rests on the ground.... I remember sitting on the porch and my grandmother finding a rattle snake in the oven (oven was not on) and she killed it...then she threw it out the front door and I remember that snakes tail hitting me in the head..... Grammy's aim was a little off. Let me find out she did that shit on purpose...lol
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The first strip joint I went to, I was hounded by a petite little filapino chick. P.E.T.I.T.E. damn near tiny. Put us side by side and we'd look like sisters. That's probably why she wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. She danced on the stage...and wasn't good. But she danced for me! Men were throwing money on the stage and the whole time she stayed in front of me. Thought about that shit later and realized that shit was planned. Calculated. Women know what makes money and two asian "looking" chicks ...one dancing for the other with nothing but a g-string on...plays tricks on a man's mind especially if he has been drinking. After her dance she came off the stage and asked me if she could give me a dance....I said no. I am not paying no chick to shake her ass. She told me I didn't have to pay, she'd just dance for me. In the private room. In the back. Umma, she done scared me. I still declined. Later she danced on stage again....she did the same thing as before. SO... I took that bitch home and fucked her. Ok ok ok...I didn't, I was just seeing if you were paying attention!!! I left and was teased all night by my bestfriend and her husband.
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My first "internet" date ended 5 minutes after me meeting him in person. I looked at him and asked him how long ago the pictures he sent me were....he said a year or two. I told him he should have sent me an updated on and I told him it was nice meeting him and I got up and left.
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Monday, March 13, 2006
Just got off the phone with PJR .......I got the apartment.
He thinks I should be able to move in this weekend.....heeheehee
Thing is...I'mma wait and just slowly move my stuff in and stay at the DipS place until mine is fully furnished...unless he says..."get out"..in which case...
THIS time...
I can just say....ok
and walk out the door!
THEN what will happen????
dunt dunt daaaaaaaaa
i'mma scurred!
but I am happy ass hell....thank you Slishy!
needs: couch w/ pullout bed $300 @ Jennifer's
queen size pillow top mattress $699.00 @ Sleepy's
groceries and home essentials $500 @ various stores
heeheehee
I am happy as hell!!!!!
He thinks I should be able to move in this weekend.....heeheehee
Thing is...I'mma wait and just slowly move my stuff in and stay at the DipS place until mine is fully furnished...unless he says..."get out"..in which case...
THIS time...
I can just say....ok
and walk out the door!
THEN what will happen????
dunt dunt daaaaaaaaa
i'mma scurred!
but I am happy ass hell....thank you Slishy!
needs: couch w/ pullout bed $300 @ Jennifer's
queen size pillow top mattress $699.00 @ Sleepy's
groceries and home essentials $500 @ various stores
heeheehee
I am happy as hell!!!!!
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Weekend Udate 97357
......ok so I had a less than exciting weekend but thought I'd type about it so that y'all can see why I am happy that spring is coming...warm weather, sandals, skirts and tank tops.... I am a hot weather type of chick. When it's cold I tend to become a hermit....but now....it's ON!
...now on to my boring weekend.
Friday I left work early...no one was in the office and it was nice weather. I had some money in my pocket and it was itching to be spent....I hoped on the train and went to Union Square. Everytime I say I am going to Union Square you should know that my ultimate goal is to go shoe shopping...DSW in the muthafucken house!! Plus there are like a billion stores over there. So I get off the train and I am thinking I am the shit...memories of when I first got to NYC are in the air just because it's one of those days....the kinda day that it's just busy! People are happy that it's 65...no snow..sitting out in Union Square park and soaking up ...... life.
I looked across the street as I came up from the pits of hell (read: subway)...and I see my habit. Ever so gently and seductively calling my name.... whispering all the good things I'll find as I make my way through her doors...
I look at her and wish her a successful day...and let her know I'll be back another time to enter her passage......today.......I walk right past her. I am on another sort of mission.
I've been saving money to move...and that dream is within my reach I can not, will not faulter from that task. Today I can not put my size sixes with the corvette red polish into anything that is going to make me regret it a month from now........but I do have to spend some money today....just not on the shoe stroll.
I gotta get my eyes checked and some new contacts and glasses. I walk right by my girl and head to the other end of the block...
I walk in and speak nicely to the little alternative asian guy. He makes small talk that I'm not good at and then I see the doc.....
Doc is another alternative...but she's a chick....a cropped hair, docker wearing short sleeve black t-shirt wearing alternative....so what....she's nice to me! She checks my eyes and then she "hmmmmmm"s me............da fuck does that mean.... hmmmmmmm
Well it means that no matter what click she puts my left eye on...I can't see clearly. SO she asks me if I have had any injury to my eye....No. Have you ever had problems with this particular eye?....No. So, she puts some yello dye in my eye to see if she can see any injury that my contacts might have made....Nothing. So now I am thinking....Am I going blind in my left eye? She doesn't prescribe anything but sends me on my way and tells me to come back Monday when she can examine it at length...ggrrrrreat...I'm blind for the weekend!
I head to Whole Foods and buy my brown rice spicy tempura shrimp dish and head to Westchester on Metro-North. Tonight DipSet and I are heading to watch high school play-offs at Pace.
I get home and the idiot is in a good mood...which is great becasue I have been in a good mood all day. His mood determines my mood which sucks...but that's what happens when you live with someone. So because he's being the good little bunny and treating me nice and saying I look cute........I give him head on the drive up to Pace....thought about swallowing this time but stopped before he came....yea, not sure if I wanna let him Splat! in my mouth....but then again, what difference does it make...his dick IS in my mouth after all...I shoulda...but I didn't....too bad for him! HA!
Went to dinner AT 11:00 at night to Ba.you in Mt. Vernon....had crawfish (mudbugs) and Dos Equis and called it night.
Saturday comes and I am sleepy as hell and feeling naseas... I only had 1 beer and only half of that......think it was the damn mudbugs! Got up at 6:30 Am to take booger-head to work......I'mma lucky girl 'cause I have the truck all day to myself! Went back home slept until 9 and got up and did my "wifely" shit around the house and then headed out for the day. Errands galore. Completed them all except for going to Trader Joe's in Scarsdale (was the TOTAL opposite direction of everythign I needed to do) Ended up having "brunch" with Brooklyn. Was a little scared..haven't seen him in a minute but with me about to move....felt like I could sorta kinda finally give in and meet him for a bite. He's delicious. We talked and talked and I wanted to kiss him but.....I live with one man......I CAN NOT be kissing on another. But I wanted to...but I didn't. Shoulda...but I didn't.
Left him and headed home to meet up with Slishy.........The Slish-ter made a short film with a buddy of his last year called Damon. Well, it was chosen for the Westchester Film Festival....had to support my friend that supports me! I scratch he scratch we all scratch someones back. We talked all the way through it....he seems to think I needed someone to interput the movie...he thinks I'm dunce. Met Stughetto FINALLY....and his other friend who I don't remember and left to pick up DipSet from work. We went to bed at 10....Saturday was a wrap!
Sunday morning...at 7AM...this biotch says we are going house hunting (for him) in Connecticut and wants to leave the house at 10AM...ok fine. An hour later he comes into the room and tells me that he doesn't want to go...let's go to Jersey and pick a paper then go to breakfast..... ok, now this man has been talking about buying a house since I met him over 6 months ago....he makes over $120,000 a year but keeps telling me that houses cost too much (which they do) but he keeps dragging his feet and letting good oppurtunities pass him by. I've gotten use to him NOT following through on the house hunting.....so all I do is say...ok. I ask where he wants to go....he says he guesses we can go to this nasty ass diner. Now I don 't know if y'all pay attention to what I say.......but when it comes to food.....I HATE...I LOATH...any place that fucks up food. I love food....love good food...love even better food. Breakfast is my favorite meal......FUCK GOING TO THE NASTY ASS DINER!
"Hey Slish, how is the brunch at G-Bar?".....aaaaaaaaaa, I don't know. Grrreat.
SO I suggest the G-Bar....he get's a funky attitude....what the fuck are you getting the funky attitude for....good soul/jamaican/italian food versus nasty ass old pasty people diner? We end up at Yv.onne's in Pe.lham. GREAT food....but I would have been good without the quasi-gospel music variety show. BUT GREAT FOOD! He rushes me through that, so a buffet brunch that taste great only got 1 plate outta me....he had to officiate 2 games at Westchester Community College....grrrreat. I went and read the paper....watching him run up and down the court no longer turns me on. Watching him chuckle with the kids no longer makes me smile. Watching him adjust his shirt over his big muscly arms no longer makes my pussy contract. I look at him a couple of times during the game and blindly look right through him...go back to reading the paper and checking out the black daddies that have come to watch their boys play ball.
I drop him off again...it's 3 and I have a Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but what I want....as he was getting out of the truck he asked me what I was doing for the rest of the day (as usual) told him that I had to go to Target to get some toothpaste...told him I had no money, he asked me how much I needed....I said $60. He said..."for toothpaste?" ...oh, and for some feminine products. He hands me $60 and tells me I am a pain in his ass, as he gets outta his truck and I drive off.
........Off to Cue Lounge. I am going to have 2 hours of uninterruppted "me" time. I go in...Joe isn't there so the chick gives me a crappy table....but I play my ass off. Making all kinds of lucky shots...LOL A guy (as normal) comes over and ask if we can shoot a couple of games....I say sure. As soon as we start to play DipSet calls....I don't answer.
Now y'all gonna think I am paranoid...but y'all just don't know.....he scurs me. SO I get all 'noid...thinking that he saw his truck parked out in front of the spot (he doesn't like me going there by myself...other guys and whatnot) but it's 3 in the middle of the muthafucken afternoon, what's gonna happen. Then the next 'noid thought comes that maybe someone he knows saw me in here playing with this miscellaneous dude........then I think.......
What the Fuck is Wrong with Me???? I am the mucthafucken mack yo! I don't care if he saw me with my feet up in the air....I wasn't doing anything wrong!
........but I did excuse myself from the table and went outside to return his call......LOL
....he asked if I had gone to Target...NO.
He asked if I had been home yet...NO.
Well, what are you doing?
MAN, What are YOU doing? I laugh (try to add humor to my half assed attempt to get him off my back about where the fuck I've been in HIS truck...LOL)
He spooks me. so I finish my game and take me silly ass to Target, grocery store and CVS. I cook dinner, clean house, watch So.pranos (T.ony got shot), Gr.ey's Ana.tomy and go pick his ass up at 1 in the morning. He get's in the truck I say NOTHING to him...I get home, get in bed and he sleeps on the couch...I get up this morning in a GREAT mood...leave and don't say shit to him as I walk out the door.
He's gonna beat my ass whenever I see him again...........
That my friends is the extent of my fun time.....it's Monday and I have to find some new shit to get into....starting with dinner tomorrow night with XXXXXXX Wednesday night pool, I am stuck with the Dip on Thursday night but I get drinks with XXXXXX on Friday....then lunch with XXXX on Saturday..... I tell you... you give me too much free time...I'mma find a way to occupy it.
......or.....give me enough rope, i'mma hang my damn self.
...now on to my boring weekend.
Friday I left work early...no one was in the office and it was nice weather. I had some money in my pocket and it was itching to be spent....I hoped on the train and went to Union Square. Everytime I say I am going to Union Square you should know that my ultimate goal is to go shoe shopping...DSW in the muthafucken house!! Plus there are like a billion stores over there. So I get off the train and I am thinking I am the shit...memories of when I first got to NYC are in the air just because it's one of those days....the kinda day that it's just busy! People are happy that it's 65...no snow..sitting out in Union Square park and soaking up ...... life.
I looked across the street as I came up from the pits of hell (read: subway)...and I see my habit. Ever so gently and seductively calling my name.... whispering all the good things I'll find as I make my way through her doors...
I look at her and wish her a successful day...and let her know I'll be back another time to enter her passage......today.......I walk right past her. I am on another sort of mission.
I've been saving money to move...and that dream is within my reach I can not, will not faulter from that task. Today I can not put my size sixes with the corvette red polish into anything that is going to make me regret it a month from now........but I do have to spend some money today....just not on the shoe stroll.
I gotta get my eyes checked and some new contacts and glasses. I walk right by my girl and head to the other end of the block...
I walk in and speak nicely to the little alternative asian guy. He makes small talk that I'm not good at and then I see the doc.....
Doc is another alternative...but she's a chick....a cropped hair, docker wearing short sleeve black t-shirt wearing alternative....so what....she's nice to me! She checks my eyes and then she "hmmmmmm"s me............da fuck does that mean.... hmmmmmmm
Well it means that no matter what click she puts my left eye on...I can't see clearly. SO she asks me if I have had any injury to my eye....No. Have you ever had problems with this particular eye?....No. So, she puts some yello dye in my eye to see if she can see any injury that my contacts might have made....Nothing. So now I am thinking....Am I going blind in my left eye? She doesn't prescribe anything but sends me on my way and tells me to come back Monday when she can examine it at length...ggrrrrreat...I'm blind for the weekend!
I head to Whole Foods and buy my brown rice spicy tempura shrimp dish and head to Westchester on Metro-North. Tonight DipSet and I are heading to watch high school play-offs at Pace.
I get home and the idiot is in a good mood...which is great becasue I have been in a good mood all day. His mood determines my mood which sucks...but that's what happens when you live with someone. So because he's being the good little bunny and treating me nice and saying I look cute........I give him head on the drive up to Pace....thought about swallowing this time but stopped before he came....yea, not sure if I wanna let him Splat! in my mouth....but then again, what difference does it make...his dick IS in my mouth after all...I shoulda...but I didn't....too bad for him! HA!
Went to dinner AT 11:00 at night to Ba.you in Mt. Vernon....had crawfish (mudbugs) and Dos Equis and called it night.
Saturday comes and I am sleepy as hell and feeling naseas... I only had 1 beer and only half of that......think it was the damn mudbugs! Got up at 6:30 Am to take booger-head to work......I'mma lucky girl 'cause I have the truck all day to myself! Went back home slept until 9 and got up and did my "wifely" shit around the house and then headed out for the day. Errands galore. Completed them all except for going to Trader Joe's in Scarsdale (was the TOTAL opposite direction of everythign I needed to do) Ended up having "brunch" with Brooklyn. Was a little scared..haven't seen him in a minute but with me about to move....felt like I could sorta kinda finally give in and meet him for a bite. He's delicious. We talked and talked and I wanted to kiss him but.....I live with one man......I CAN NOT be kissing on another. But I wanted to...but I didn't. Shoulda...but I didn't.
Left him and headed home to meet up with Slishy.........The Slish-ter made a short film with a buddy of his last year called Damon. Well, it was chosen for the Westchester Film Festival....had to support my friend that supports me! I scratch he scratch we all scratch someones back. We talked all the way through it....he seems to think I needed someone to interput the movie...he thinks I'm dunce. Met Stughetto FINALLY....and his other friend who I don't remember and left to pick up DipSet from work. We went to bed at 10....Saturday was a wrap!
Sunday morning...at 7AM...this biotch says we are going house hunting (for him) in Connecticut and wants to leave the house at 10AM...ok fine. An hour later he comes into the room and tells me that he doesn't want to go...let's go to Jersey and pick a paper then go to breakfast..... ok, now this man has been talking about buying a house since I met him over 6 months ago....he makes over $120,000 a year but keeps telling me that houses cost too much (which they do) but he keeps dragging his feet and letting good oppurtunities pass him by. I've gotten use to him NOT following through on the house hunting.....so all I do is say...ok. I ask where he wants to go....he says he guesses we can go to this nasty ass diner. Now I don 't know if y'all pay attention to what I say.......but when it comes to food.....I HATE...I LOATH...any place that fucks up food. I love food....love good food...love even better food. Breakfast is my favorite meal......FUCK GOING TO THE NASTY ASS DINER!
"Hey Slish, how is the brunch at G-Bar?".....aaaaaaaaaa, I don't know. Grrreat.
SO I suggest the G-Bar....he get's a funky attitude....what the fuck are you getting the funky attitude for....good soul/jamaican/italian food versus nasty ass old pasty people diner? We end up at Yv.onne's in Pe.lham. GREAT food....but I would have been good without the quasi-gospel music variety show. BUT GREAT FOOD! He rushes me through that, so a buffet brunch that taste great only got 1 plate outta me....he had to officiate 2 games at Westchester Community College....grrrreat. I went and read the paper....watching him run up and down the court no longer turns me on. Watching him chuckle with the kids no longer makes me smile. Watching him adjust his shirt over his big muscly arms no longer makes my pussy contract. I look at him a couple of times during the game and blindly look right through him...go back to reading the paper and checking out the black daddies that have come to watch their boys play ball.
I drop him off again...it's 3 and I have a Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but what I want....as he was getting out of the truck he asked me what I was doing for the rest of the day (as usual) told him that I had to go to Target to get some toothpaste...told him I had no money, he asked me how much I needed....I said $60. He said..."for toothpaste?" ...oh, and for some feminine products. He hands me $60 and tells me I am a pain in his ass, as he gets outta his truck and I drive off.
........Off to Cue Lounge. I am going to have 2 hours of uninterruppted "me" time. I go in...Joe isn't there so the chick gives me a crappy table....but I play my ass off. Making all kinds of lucky shots...LOL A guy (as normal) comes over and ask if we can shoot a couple of games....I say sure. As soon as we start to play DipSet calls....I don't answer.
Now y'all gonna think I am paranoid...but y'all just don't know.....he scurs me. SO I get all 'noid...thinking that he saw his truck parked out in front of the spot (he doesn't like me going there by myself...other guys and whatnot) but it's 3 in the middle of the muthafucken afternoon, what's gonna happen. Then the next 'noid thought comes that maybe someone he knows saw me in here playing with this miscellaneous dude........then I think.......
What the Fuck is Wrong with Me???? I am the mucthafucken mack yo! I don't care if he saw me with my feet up in the air....I wasn't doing anything wrong!
........but I did excuse myself from the table and went outside to return his call......LOL
....he asked if I had gone to Target...NO.
He asked if I had been home yet...NO.
Well, what are you doing?
MAN, What are YOU doing? I laugh (try to add humor to my half assed attempt to get him off my back about where the fuck I've been in HIS truck...LOL)
He spooks me. so I finish my game and take me silly ass to Target, grocery store and CVS. I cook dinner, clean house, watch So.pranos (T.ony got shot), Gr.ey's Ana.tomy and go pick his ass up at 1 in the morning. He get's in the truck I say NOTHING to him...I get home, get in bed and he sleeps on the couch...I get up this morning in a GREAT mood...leave and don't say shit to him as I walk out the door.
He's gonna beat my ass whenever I see him again...........
That my friends is the extent of my fun time.....it's Monday and I have to find some new shit to get into....starting with dinner tomorrow night with XXXXXXX Wednesday night pool, I am stuck with the Dip on Thursday night but I get drinks with XXXXXX on Friday....then lunch with XXXX on Saturday..... I tell you... you give me too much free time...I'mma find a way to occupy it.
......or.....give me enough rope, i'mma hang my damn self.
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
'Cause Y'all Won't Leave Me Alone
...I'll FINALLY post something!
This morning I passed by a large bearded black guy holding a big white sign that reads:
NINJAS KILLED MY FAMILY. I NEED $$$ TO LEARN KUNG-FU AND GET REVENGE.
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SO I haven't been in much of a mood to write lately. Suppose it is due to the jumbled thoughts in my head. Or it could have to do with the fact that I live with a psycho and it's taking all of my mental properties not to lose my damn mind...LOL...sorta.
The other night I had a hour and a half converstion with my bestest friend Sonya in Cal. She talked about her man...which is a version of a man...the I-can't-believe-it's-not-butter of boyfriends... he's a boyfriend substitue...lol So she's talking about him, her kids, her new baby girl that is 5 months, her mom, her job...everything..... but I hung up with her and 5 minutes later I couldn't remember shit she had said.
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Mi Amor has been contacting me via IM for the last week. He doesn't know about my "situation"... He doesn't know where I live. I'm scared to tell him. You see, I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know that's "punk-ish" of me...but...in case you didn't know...I am a punk! Not like I am screaming that from the mountain tops but I don't cower away from what is...fact.
Either way, he has been on my ass...asking me to come out to Brooklyn. Asking me to meet him for dinner. Wanting to come over after his weekly Tuesday night out at C.afe Wh.a. Now, he knows I am in a relationship...he just doesn't know how far I'm in it. ....and as you all know, I am deep in it!
I am the double standard....meaning I like a man to take control but I don't like to be told what to do or bullied. Well DipSet is a bully and Brooklyn is very...I don't want to use demanding...but he is...or rather he has...conviction. He sometimes forces his way in and makes me have uncomfortable conversations. I know your wondering what I am talking about... I think I am wondering that too. All I am saying is that...I need people in my life that are understanding, that will handle me with kid-gloves and who will be constructive. I am a baby right now. Feeling a little....needy...LOL
I like Brooklyn...maybe even more than like...but that is not what I need RIGHT NOW. DipSet is.......something else....! I need to remove myself physically from that situation. I am working on that now. I am still planning on taking that trip at the end of the month...but to tell you the truth, that's 3 weeks away...I doubt it will come to fruition. RJ thinks that DipSet is going to get me to PR and dump me in some bushes somewhere where no one will find me....that's a scary thought.... Would he? lol....sorta.
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My 12 year old son got asked out.........by another boy last week. It sorta traumatized him. My son (supposedly...in his mind he is the shiznit...takes after me..lol) is very popular in his school. Knows all the kids, something of a class clown, is the cute kid, has a steady "girlfriend"...more like someone who he walks to class and passes notes back and forth with....well that's my mothers mind thinking that's IT. He was standing in line at lunch and some kid comes up to him and hands him a note...saying it's from a girl...then he walks off. Well, TAC reads it and turns out...it's from this male child asking my son for a "date". It sorta scared TAC because he doesn't know a whole lot about people being gay... much less, KIDS being gay.
So he shoves it in his pocket and waits until he gets home to show my 15 yo son.... LAT laughs. Just like a big brother. Then he wants to know who it is and wants to know if he needs to come down to TAC's school....for some big brother smackdown. When their father gets home they show him the note and their dad says....
"When you get to school tomorrow, find that kid...and cordially tell him that you don't get down like that and to please not give you anymore notes." He told him not to be mean, don't hurt the kids feelings. Just let him know very forcefully...that he doesn't get down like that.
Their dad has gotten soft in his old age.......lol.......sorta.
Now, when I heard this whole story....it almost made me cry. Told y'all I was a punk! What freakin' 12 year old has to go through this??? It hurt MY feelings that my son was naive to anything like this...but now has to second guess himself. Why second guess himself? Because...the day before that happened...my son thought he was the shit! Laughing and joking, little girlfriend on the side, worrying about what I would say about his grades, trying to figure out how he could talk his dad into buying him a cell phone. Now, he's wondering if he did something that "seemed" gay enough for this boy to approach him, did he say something to the kid and the kid took it the wrong way, do other people think he's gay, does he now have to "act all big and bad" so no one thinks he is gay..... so many questions going through his 12 year old mind!
They don't have a manuel for this shit! Parents don't come with a quick reference for shit like this. My first thought was...What The Fuck?!? But I can't say that...I never swear in front on the boys....I couldn't say all the things that came to mind....
I haven't heard back on the outcome of his conversation. He hasn't brought it up and I haven't asked. I will ask if he hasn't said anything about it by the weekend. Just to be a mom.....to be nosy...and to offer whatever input he needs from me to help him get back on track...and for him to go back to being the kid that thought of nothing but...being a kid.
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My friend who works at Sony asked me to send her my resume 2 weeks ago...I finally did yesterday. It took so long because...I wasn't really all that interested. From what I hear, Sony has a great benefits plan and is a relatively good company to work for. Yet, I still wasn't interested.
My favorite job was in 2001...I worked as a merchandise coordinator for XXXX XXXX. I did contract work. Was suppose to work 7.5 a day. half of that was in commuting hours....and I got paid for it. I was traveling all over the country. Meeting atletes and entertainers. My boss was in Dallas and I was living in California...NO ONE breathing down my throat...no micro-managing, no surprise visits. I was getting paid only $42K a year but the perks of that job were awesome. I made my own hours, I came and went as I pleased...I was really living a very awesome life. Fat ass apartment, dude had bought me a car (2nd car in 8 months from THIS guy), my job paid for my insurance-any repairs-EVEN for the cost to detail my car, awesome, stress free job AND I was single...single as a dolla bill. I loved life.
.....and then....
My dumb ass ran into the regional director for Vi.ctoria's Se.cret while out shopping in LA..... She liked my style (truth be known, THAT chick liked ME), she'd seen some of my "work" and thought that I was good....so she asked me to come in for an inpromtu interview. Told her I wasn't dressed or prepared for it...she said don't worry...I went in for a 20 minute "interview"...the next day I got a call from the HR Director and was being given a job offer...for WAY more money than I was making. I told her I had to think about it and would call her back in a couple of days....so she up'd the ante.....I called back the next day and accepted.
I lasted one year with VS as their District Visual Director...then I woke up one morning...went into work and gave them the keys to all my stores and quit. I hated that job worse than B,ush ha.tes bla.ck people. Thee very worst in job experiences possible.
So from that day forward I learned that not all money is good money. Happiness and stress-free is what makes us live longer, better people, and enjoyable to be around.
Although, Aries keeps telling me to give her my resume....I was hesitant. The job I have now is probably one of the most stress-less jobs I could ever have with the responsibility of having to run everything and be the eyes and ears for my boss....it's worth keeping over any job out there. I have the flexibility to leave when I want, come in late, leave early, take last minute days off, come to work in jeans when I feel like it, talk on the phone, cruise the internet, run errands, take 2 hour lunches...all that. I don't get paid extra good money...but enough...realistically, who get's paid enough money to be satisfied? I have benefits and I get bonuses. So having to be on time (lol), do work (lol), and having someone breath down my back on some deadline project...welll....not so appealing, right?
But I did email her my resume.....and guess what....
this chick then turns around and ask me if I have a picture or a headshot.....da hell?!?
LOL...turns out...she wants to get me a job AND a man...lol I asked what kind of job needed a headshot...I'm not an actor! She said they were for 2 seperate people. Now my resume AND my one and only picture is floating out there in internet space..........
::shaking my head::...lol....sorta.
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The TrimSpa isn't working. It DID NOT mention that I have to work out. March 15th another $70 get's deducted outta my account for my gym..... awww, shut up!
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That's it for my random randomness.
This morning I passed by a large bearded black guy holding a big white sign that reads:
NINJAS KILLED MY FAMILY. I NEED $$$ TO LEARN KUNG-FU AND GET REVENGE.
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SO I haven't been in much of a mood to write lately. Suppose it is due to the jumbled thoughts in my head. Or it could have to do with the fact that I live with a psycho and it's taking all of my mental properties not to lose my damn mind...LOL...sorta.
The other night I had a hour and a half converstion with my bestest friend Sonya in Cal. She talked about her man...which is a version of a man...the I-can't-believe-it's-not-butter of boyfriends... he's a boyfriend substitue...lol So she's talking about him, her kids, her new baby girl that is 5 months, her mom, her job...everything..... but I hung up with her and 5 minutes later I couldn't remember shit she had said.
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Mi Amor has been contacting me via IM for the last week. He doesn't know about my "situation"... He doesn't know where I live. I'm scared to tell him. You see, I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know that's "punk-ish" of me...but...in case you didn't know...I am a punk! Not like I am screaming that from the mountain tops but I don't cower away from what is...fact.
Either way, he has been on my ass...asking me to come out to Brooklyn. Asking me to meet him for dinner. Wanting to come over after his weekly Tuesday night out at C.afe Wh.a. Now, he knows I am in a relationship...he just doesn't know how far I'm in it. ....and as you all know, I am deep in it!
I am the double standard....meaning I like a man to take control but I don't like to be told what to do or bullied. Well DipSet is a bully and Brooklyn is very...I don't want to use demanding...but he is...or rather he has...conviction. He sometimes forces his way in and makes me have uncomfortable conversations. I know your wondering what I am talking about... I think I am wondering that too. All I am saying is that...I need people in my life that are understanding, that will handle me with kid-gloves and who will be constructive. I am a baby right now. Feeling a little....needy...LOL
I like Brooklyn...maybe even more than like...but that is not what I need RIGHT NOW. DipSet is.......something else....! I need to remove myself physically from that situation. I am working on that now. I am still planning on taking that trip at the end of the month...but to tell you the truth, that's 3 weeks away...I doubt it will come to fruition. RJ thinks that DipSet is going to get me to PR and dump me in some bushes somewhere where no one will find me....that's a scary thought.... Would he? lol....sorta.
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My 12 year old son got asked out.........by another boy last week. It sorta traumatized him. My son (supposedly...in his mind he is the shiznit...takes after me..lol) is very popular in his school. Knows all the kids, something of a class clown, is the cute kid, has a steady "girlfriend"...more like someone who he walks to class and passes notes back and forth with....well that's my mothers mind thinking that's IT. He was standing in line at lunch and some kid comes up to him and hands him a note...saying it's from a girl...then he walks off. Well, TAC reads it and turns out...it's from this male child asking my son for a "date". It sorta scared TAC because he doesn't know a whole lot about people being gay... much less, KIDS being gay.
So he shoves it in his pocket and waits until he gets home to show my 15 yo son.... LAT laughs. Just like a big brother. Then he wants to know who it is and wants to know if he needs to come down to TAC's school....for some big brother smackdown. When their father gets home they show him the note and their dad says....
"When you get to school tomorrow, find that kid...and cordially tell him that you don't get down like that and to please not give you anymore notes." He told him not to be mean, don't hurt the kids feelings. Just let him know very forcefully...that he doesn't get down like that.
Their dad has gotten soft in his old age.......lol.......sorta.
Now, when I heard this whole story....it almost made me cry. Told y'all I was a punk! What freakin' 12 year old has to go through this??? It hurt MY feelings that my son was naive to anything like this...but now has to second guess himself. Why second guess himself? Because...the day before that happened...my son thought he was the shit! Laughing and joking, little girlfriend on the side, worrying about what I would say about his grades, trying to figure out how he could talk his dad into buying him a cell phone. Now, he's wondering if he did something that "seemed" gay enough for this boy to approach him, did he say something to the kid and the kid took it the wrong way, do other people think he's gay, does he now have to "act all big and bad" so no one thinks he is gay..... so many questions going through his 12 year old mind!
They don't have a manuel for this shit! Parents don't come with a quick reference for shit like this. My first thought was...What The Fuck?!? But I can't say that...I never swear in front on the boys....I couldn't say all the things that came to mind....
I haven't heard back on the outcome of his conversation. He hasn't brought it up and I haven't asked. I will ask if he hasn't said anything about it by the weekend. Just to be a mom.....to be nosy...and to offer whatever input he needs from me to help him get back on track...and for him to go back to being the kid that thought of nothing but...being a kid.
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My friend who works at Sony asked me to send her my resume 2 weeks ago...I finally did yesterday. It took so long because...I wasn't really all that interested. From what I hear, Sony has a great benefits plan and is a relatively good company to work for. Yet, I still wasn't interested.
My favorite job was in 2001...I worked as a merchandise coordinator for XXXX XXXX. I did contract work. Was suppose to work 7.5 a day. half of that was in commuting hours....and I got paid for it. I was traveling all over the country. Meeting atletes and entertainers. My boss was in Dallas and I was living in California...NO ONE breathing down my throat...no micro-managing, no surprise visits. I was getting paid only $42K a year but the perks of that job were awesome. I made my own hours, I came and went as I pleased...I was really living a very awesome life. Fat ass apartment, dude had bought me a car (2nd car in 8 months from THIS guy), my job paid for my insurance-any repairs-EVEN for the cost to detail my car, awesome, stress free job AND I was single...single as a dolla bill. I loved life.
.....and then....
My dumb ass ran into the regional director for Vi.ctoria's Se.cret while out shopping in LA..... She liked my style (truth be known, THAT chick liked ME), she'd seen some of my "work" and thought that I was good....so she asked me to come in for an inpromtu interview. Told her I wasn't dressed or prepared for it...she said don't worry...I went in for a 20 minute "interview"...the next day I got a call from the HR Director and was being given a job offer...for WAY more money than I was making. I told her I had to think about it and would call her back in a couple of days....so she up'd the ante.....I called back the next day and accepted.
I lasted one year with VS as their District Visual Director...then I woke up one morning...went into work and gave them the keys to all my stores and quit. I hated that job worse than B,ush ha.tes bla.ck people. Thee very worst in job experiences possible.
So from that day forward I learned that not all money is good money. Happiness and stress-free is what makes us live longer, better people, and enjoyable to be around.
Although, Aries keeps telling me to give her my resume....I was hesitant. The job I have now is probably one of the most stress-less jobs I could ever have with the responsibility of having to run everything and be the eyes and ears for my boss....it's worth keeping over any job out there. I have the flexibility to leave when I want, come in late, leave early, take last minute days off, come to work in jeans when I feel like it, talk on the phone, cruise the internet, run errands, take 2 hour lunches...all that. I don't get paid extra good money...but enough...realistically, who get's paid enough money to be satisfied? I have benefits and I get bonuses. So having to be on time (lol), do work (lol), and having someone breath down my back on some deadline project...welll....not so appealing, right?
But I did email her my resume.....and guess what....
this chick then turns around and ask me if I have a picture or a headshot.....da hell?!?
LOL...turns out...she wants to get me a job AND a man...lol I asked what kind of job needed a headshot...I'm not an actor! She said they were for 2 seperate people. Now my resume AND my one and only picture is floating out there in internet space..........
::shaking my head::...lol....sorta.
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The TrimSpa isn't working. It DID NOT mention that I have to work out. March 15th another $70 get's deducted outta my account for my gym..... awww, shut up!
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That's it for my random randomness.
