Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Touring, Accents w Muscles and Dominants
Here I go…here I go…here I go again
I spent a week with my son taking his little deep man voice, van wearing self on a HBCU college tour…we had a blast and he has 4 schools he likes but Virginia State is the one that stands out for him…
I think it’s mostly because they were having some sort of party at the student union complete with frat steppers and all that shit… methinks he thinks it’s a party school…which methinks is a bad thing. But I liked the campus so he won’t get a fight from me. I of course, opted for Hampton first and Howard second… but Hampton is a 6 year physical therapy program that I am gonna have a lot of convincing to get him to go back an attend there. Howard is Dudes alma mater…and as it so happened…Dude came and did the college tour for Howard… weird situation and even odd-er that I felt odd about it. Hmmm.
Coppin State
Morgan State
Bowie State
Howard
Virginia Union
Virginia State
Elizabeth City
Norfolk State
Hampton
University of Maryland, Eastern Shore
Delaware State
I was suppose to be chaperoning but the chaperoning gods looked down on me and realized that I am just not into teenagers that talk back and cuss… so I made sure my son was in the front with the guide, I made sure my son took notes, I made sure my son made nice with kappa alum, and I made sure that when the shit hit the fan at the hotel with a group of 55 teenagers…my son was not caught up in who was in who’s room.
I tell you these young chicks ain’t no joke. My son has a future…and it’s not with some fast ass on a college tour… I don’t think….lol
We had fun and when he left on Saturday…he told me he didn’t want to go back…and even though our plan was for him to move east after high school…to finish high school in one school… he told me he wanted to finish his senior year in the east with me. He’s not going to school in New York for nothing in the world!!!
Which means I have to get my shit right… so as luck would have it… I was up late last night enjoying my freedom to do what the fuck I want when I want… I didn’t go to bed last night until 5 this morning…I was sending out resumes.
This morning…a cool 6 hours after submitting said resume… I get a call back.
I have an interview in DC on Tuesday.
I am very excited and even more happy that I will be back down there to …hopefully contact other…contacts. I tell you, all I need is a 6 month sublet or roomie situation and I will be back on my feet… but it’s the housing I need to find first, before I try and sublease my spot.
Dude is coming up this weekend… more and more I resent him but for some stupid reason I can’t … I just can’t...
He doesn’t encourage me.
He hasn’t offered to help me even though he lives in Maryland…matter of fact…he doesn’t talk about it at all…
I know why, he thinks if he doesn’t talk about it…then I won’t come…as if me coming there is dependant on whether he wants me there. His silly ass hasn’t realized that this was my plan before he came into the picture and that being around my family is more important to me than if he is around.
He also doesn’t know about my past “relationships” down there. He thinks he is my reason. He’ll get it soon enough that…me moving that way… will probably solidify the end of us. I am marriage minded at this point…and he and I…couldn’t be married…to each other.
With that said, since he is just a every once in a while type of guy…him hanging in NYC with me doesn’t do too much damage…not too much. Although, more times than not we are fueding…and there is usually an uncomfortable-ness that makes being in my own space icky. This weekend is different because of Tuesday… he doesn’t know and I may not tell him but it’s like I have a trick up my sleeve… but I don’t... but it feels like it.
We are going to the Orgy show on Friday night. Its brand new shit…some cabaret shit. No actual orgying going on.
Although, I am sure he’d like that…remember I told you about the swinger in him…before.
Not before before but before recently that is.
Yea, should have jumped ship when that info came out but… hopes and dreams…at this point…totally deferred.
Tonight I have a meeting of sorts… I require a sponsor at this point…and sponsorship is what my meeting is about. I may have to write it out in grant form so that funding isn’t misconstrued as ownership. Yea Kev, I have been thinking a lot about this since our talk. Although, still waiting on your decision…heeheehee
We are headed to SushiSamba. I don’t eat sushi but…when looking for funding you let the one with money decide on where they want to eat. I figure I can always order teriyaki or tempura… as long as he’s paying…I’m good.
A woman has got to keep her 250 weight up if you know what I mean…lol
So tonight I will listen to his extreme accent and try to decipher what the fuck he is saying…or I can just smile and nod like a good little geisha and just stare at his muscles. He’s very nice to look at although his head might be a tad to big for…whatever…just big! And his hands might not be as big as I like them to be…but I have to admit…if I have to walk around with a non-english speaking someone or another…at least he looks good. He’s a gym rat… which might scare me in the long run because you know… them be lovin’ the gym…it’s their meat market.
I met dude last year this time…have talked to him maybe 6 times between now and then…and actually…it’s more along the lines of text him…not talk. I am wondering why I didn’t continue to keep in contact…
Ahhh, I remember now…
Me drunk…and he didn’t take advantage of that…score a gold star for him…
But it might have been that I truly can’t understand what the fuck he says, or that he is totally in love with his own damn body unbuttoning his shirt to his navel so everyone can see his beautiful chest (and it is a beautiful chest), or it might be that he chose to spend the day with his two kids instead of me one Saturday (I know that is totally selfish…but look who’s blog you are reading!), or because back then… the word spaghetti had more meaning than anything he happened to accently mumble out.
Sidenote: Feel free to use any of my Blah-ese… it can’t be found in the dictionary but we all understand what I am saying.
So in speaking…
Sindenote Again: From here on out when I say that I have spoken to someone…I probably haven’t…I’ve text’d them and that’s the only type of conversation we’ve had. I hate the phone…and since job isn’t footing the cell bill anymore…you get me. So unless you are got denaros towards my cell bill…text me…it’s unlimited!
...in speaking with Fireman… I casually mentioned needing rope… him being a fireman and all…thought he came by that shit often. That conversation turned into something more than the original inquiry.
Men! Why can I not have a decent Japanese erotic bondage conversation with one of you without you getting freaking excited???
…he has some red rope to give me… would seem that he is well versed in the ways of bondage via my same book by Mistress Midori.
Jinxy, he is always one up on me…fucking freak!
He went into a soliloquy about me being a top like him but when we (tops) finally gave in we would enjoy the experience even more than the bottom.
Ok…all that bondage-ese wasn’t included in said book…so from what I thought a “top” was…(man on top) and a bottom (man on bottom) he had me fucked because then I was thinking he was a top to a man bottom… yea, I confuse myself sometimes too.
Needless to say…
top = dominant, bottom = submissive
I don’t know why I didn’t know this little bit of common knowledge. After all…me and all my worldly lessons and freakish ways, you’d think I’dda came across that verbiage at some point regarding male/female relations…not just same sex relations. Huh…who’da thunk.
I am giving him a 6-pack of Stella for a bottle of champagne and some red rope. Fair enough trade considering…
So that is my tale… I mean…I could tell more…but already my fingers have typed to much and I still have to get ready…I have a meeting in 3 hours dammit!
I spent a week with my son taking his little deep man voice, van wearing self on a HBCU college tour…we had a blast and he has 4 schools he likes but Virginia State is the one that stands out for him…
I think it’s mostly because they were having some sort of party at the student union complete with frat steppers and all that shit… methinks he thinks it’s a party school…which methinks is a bad thing. But I liked the campus so he won’t get a fight from me. I of course, opted for Hampton first and Howard second… but Hampton is a 6 year physical therapy program that I am gonna have a lot of convincing to get him to go back an attend there. Howard is Dudes alma mater…and as it so happened…Dude came and did the college tour for Howard… weird situation and even odd-er that I felt odd about it. Hmmm.
Coppin State
Morgan State
Bowie State
Howard
Virginia Union
Virginia State
Elizabeth City
Norfolk State
Hampton
University of Maryland, Eastern Shore
Delaware State
I was suppose to be chaperoning but the chaperoning gods looked down on me and realized that I am just not into teenagers that talk back and cuss… so I made sure my son was in the front with the guide, I made sure my son took notes, I made sure my son made nice with kappa alum, and I made sure that when the shit hit the fan at the hotel with a group of 55 teenagers…my son was not caught up in who was in who’s room.
I tell you these young chicks ain’t no joke. My son has a future…and it’s not with some fast ass on a college tour… I don’t think….lol
We had fun and when he left on Saturday…he told me he didn’t want to go back…and even though our plan was for him to move east after high school…to finish high school in one school… he told me he wanted to finish his senior year in the east with me. He’s not going to school in New York for nothing in the world!!!
Which means I have to get my shit right… so as luck would have it… I was up late last night enjoying my freedom to do what the fuck I want when I want… I didn’t go to bed last night until 5 this morning…I was sending out resumes.
This morning…a cool 6 hours after submitting said resume… I get a call back.
I have an interview in DC on Tuesday.
I am very excited and even more happy that I will be back down there to …hopefully contact other…contacts. I tell you, all I need is a 6 month sublet or roomie situation and I will be back on my feet… but it’s the housing I need to find first, before I try and sublease my spot.
Dude is coming up this weekend… more and more I resent him but for some stupid reason I can’t … I just can’t...
He doesn’t encourage me.
He hasn’t offered to help me even though he lives in Maryland…matter of fact…he doesn’t talk about it at all…
I know why, he thinks if he doesn’t talk about it…then I won’t come…as if me coming there is dependant on whether he wants me there. His silly ass hasn’t realized that this was my plan before he came into the picture and that being around my family is more important to me than if he is around.
He also doesn’t know about my past “relationships” down there. He thinks he is my reason. He’ll get it soon enough that…me moving that way… will probably solidify the end of us. I am marriage minded at this point…and he and I…couldn’t be married…to each other.
With that said, since he is just a every once in a while type of guy…him hanging in NYC with me doesn’t do too much damage…not too much. Although, more times than not we are fueding…and there is usually an uncomfortable-ness that makes being in my own space icky. This weekend is different because of Tuesday… he doesn’t know and I may not tell him but it’s like I have a trick up my sleeve… but I don’t... but it feels like it.
We are going to the Orgy show on Friday night. Its brand new shit…some cabaret shit. No actual orgying going on.
Although, I am sure he’d like that…remember I told you about the swinger in him…before.
Not before before but before recently that is.
Yea, should have jumped ship when that info came out but… hopes and dreams…at this point…totally deferred.
Tonight I have a meeting of sorts… I require a sponsor at this point…and sponsorship is what my meeting is about. I may have to write it out in grant form so that funding isn’t misconstrued as ownership. Yea Kev, I have been thinking a lot about this since our talk. Although, still waiting on your decision…heeheehee
We are headed to SushiSamba. I don’t eat sushi but…when looking for funding you let the one with money decide on where they want to eat. I figure I can always order teriyaki or tempura… as long as he’s paying…I’m good.
A woman has got to keep her 250 weight up if you know what I mean…lol
So tonight I will listen to his extreme accent and try to decipher what the fuck he is saying…or I can just smile and nod like a good little geisha and just stare at his muscles. He’s very nice to look at although his head might be a tad to big for…whatever…just big! And his hands might not be as big as I like them to be…but I have to admit…if I have to walk around with a non-english speaking someone or another…at least he looks good. He’s a gym rat… which might scare me in the long run because you know… them be lovin’ the gym…it’s their meat market.
I met dude last year this time…have talked to him maybe 6 times between now and then…and actually…it’s more along the lines of text him…not talk. I am wondering why I didn’t continue to keep in contact…
Ahhh, I remember now…
Me drunk…and he didn’t take advantage of that…score a gold star for him…
But it might have been that I truly can’t understand what the fuck he says, or that he is totally in love with his own damn body unbuttoning his shirt to his navel so everyone can see his beautiful chest (and it is a beautiful chest), or it might be that he chose to spend the day with his two kids instead of me one Saturday (I know that is totally selfish…but look who’s blog you are reading!), or because back then… the word spaghetti had more meaning than anything he happened to accently mumble out.
Sidenote: Feel free to use any of my Blah-ese… it can’t be found in the dictionary but we all understand what I am saying.
So in speaking…
Sindenote Again: From here on out when I say that I have spoken to someone…I probably haven’t…I’ve text’d them and that’s the only type of conversation we’ve had. I hate the phone…and since job isn’t footing the cell bill anymore…you get me. So unless you are got denaros towards my cell bill…text me…it’s unlimited!
...in speaking with Fireman… I casually mentioned needing rope… him being a fireman and all…thought he came by that shit often. That conversation turned into something more than the original inquiry.
Men! Why can I not have a decent Japanese erotic bondage conversation with one of you without you getting freaking excited???
…he has some red rope to give me… would seem that he is well versed in the ways of bondage via my same book by Mistress Midori.
Jinxy, he is always one up on me…fucking freak!
He went into a soliloquy about me being a top like him but when we (tops) finally gave in we would enjoy the experience even more than the bottom.
Ok…all that bondage-ese wasn’t included in said book…so from what I thought a “top” was…(man on top) and a bottom (man on bottom) he had me fucked because then I was thinking he was a top to a man bottom… yea, I confuse myself sometimes too.
Needless to say…
top = dominant, bottom = submissive
I don’t know why I didn’t know this little bit of common knowledge. After all…me and all my worldly lessons and freakish ways, you’d think I’dda came across that verbiage at some point regarding male/female relations…not just same sex relations. Huh…who’da thunk.
I am giving him a 6-pack of Stella for a bottle of champagne and some red rope. Fair enough trade considering…
So that is my tale… I mean…I could tell more…but already my fingers have typed to much and I still have to get ready…I have a meeting in 3 hours dammit!
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Bloop, you know you are out there right (lol). You talking about grant writing and stuff.......... be careful because before you know it you will be writing contracts filled with all types of legal entrapments, but I digress (lol). As I said to you before, Do you playa, Do you (smile).
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