cant get enough cell phone I guess
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Posted:Oct 26, 2012 10:20 pm
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Yesterday while waiting to cross the street I happened to be people watching. Strutting towards me was a young lady on her cell phone talking away rather loudly. Suddenly she bent over and heaved up all over the side walk. If that was not strange enough she the straightened up and continued talking on the phone and walking towards me letting the other person know where she happened to be as though nothing had happened. As she started to stand next to me I left the crosswalk and moved down the sidewalk. Im not a fan of catching someones sickness. I then waited for the light to change twice before proceeding.
Now your probably thinking yuck so let me reroute your thoughts. If you were sick enough to toss your cookies wouldnt you politely ask the person to call back or just plain hang up?
Has there ever been a time when you had a hangover or the flu when you really wanted to talk on the phone?
If your going to volcano wouldnt you want to keep your phone away from your face?
People never cease to amaze me!
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halloween plans
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Posted:Oct 15, 2012 11:07 pm
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Almost every year there is a select event of several bands preforming in a private setting which I attend. The music genres is basic rock and roll to a more heavy metal sound like Tyr or iron maiden. Attendance is in the range of 100+ people in the age range of late 20's to late 50's. Dress code is a Halloween costume of some nature.
I would like to extend an invitation to a small number of people to join with me in this enjoyment of music during this holiday. I will provide you with the date and location as well as the code to get into the event.
I have made all posts private so please feel free to comment as you see fit if you are interested.
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fantasy (almost uninhabited) island part I
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Posted:Oct 15, 2012 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2012 9:51 pm
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It occurred to me that I was desirous of making a contribution to busty betty boops fantasy island. As I am not a party to the group I will have to submit my writing sample here. It is pure make believe but constrained to the relm of possibilities.
The pain was sharp and intense forcing her down onto the sand which yielded to the thrust of her knees. She spun around on to her rear, grabbed her foot and looked for the offending bit of flotsam on which she had tread. Her legs were tired anyway, the sand once squishy and cool had taken its toll on her muscles as she walked beside the ocean touched on occasion by the night surf. As the pain subsided to her caress she noticed a dark rounded object half buried, almost unnoticeable in the dappled light of the moon reflected off the water. Thinking to fling the object she was startled when her fingertips met cool metal, curious she brushed away the sand to reveal first a handle and then a tea pot. Upon closer inspection there appeared to be writing obscured by sand which she began to brush away.
She dropped the little tea pot with a start when she thought she heard a quiet voice say "hank ou". Spinning she searched for her would be assailant yet found only sand, water and palms in shadow. Had she imagined the voice, perhaps a bit too much fresh pineapple, coconut and rum (much better when fresh doesnt taste anything like it does canned). Sitting back down she picked up the tea pot and to her surprise once again heard a voice, hat wsnt ice.
More curious than scarred she looked closely at the tea pot and began to finish cleaning it. The tea pot said "the spout if you please". (hmm a talking tea pot sounds like a speaker and I wonder what else mechanically hidden inside) Ok who are you she demanded, to which a quiet musical tune said I'm a little tea pot short and stout, now if you please polish my spout. Obliging she removed part of her bikini top and rubbed the spout vigorously for several minutes after which a cap popped off from the end. I I got her to take off her top and polish me) There she proclaimed, ah thank you dear lady proclaimed the little pot but alas I appear to be stuck, most embarrassing after all these years would you mind blowing gently into the lamp? Lamp she inquired? who are you I thought you said you were a tea pot? Just a bit of word play my lady, now if you would just remove a few remaining gains that I might emerge? with a quick and brief puff she blew on the lamp. The spout, the spout let me come out. Again she exhaled a quick puff of air but this time into the spout then waited expectantly but was rewarded with only another phrase. I'm still stuck could you give it a solid puff please. reluctantly she wiped off the spout again, inhaled deep enough to put to shame the big bad wolf and inserted the spout between her wet lips.
Just as she began to exhale something warm squirted into the back of her throat and began to crackle, surprised she flung the pot away and used her exhalation to purge her mouth, but found it was sticky. Gulping in her next breath she noticed that the taste was sweet yet reminiscent of something she had sampled previously, vaguely..of seamen. (pop rocks and a little something that was stuck in there for the longest time actually) Oh that little lamp had tricked her and she would give it the jimmy hoffa special when she ..but wait where was it, for now the stretch of beach where she had flung it was shrouded in thick blue smoke (blue seemed most appropriate given what just happened and good thing she flung the tea pot so I could remotely ignite the smoke and crawl out of the palms with the table. The bugs were driving me nuts while I was waiting). The ocean breeze as it gently whipped the ends of her hair, dissipated the smoke to reveal a man seated at a table where the lamp had been. In his extended hand he offered a champagne glass filled with and amber liquid (moet white star my favorite actually). Thank you thank you you have no idea how long I was stick in there. Please try some iced mango puree, made from slightly fermented mangoes.
Slightly shocked from the rather sudden change in events she accepted the glass and took a tentative sip (and forgot to wash out her mouth thus downing the remaining contents with a bit of bubbly). Finding the quality to her liking and coming around she began to rattle off a string of verbal assaults. Who the hell are you, what did you put in my mouth, do you know you hurt my foot?
...to be continued
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sewing class
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Posted:Sep 20, 2012 11:19 pm
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Your probably thinking dude sewing (perhaps he is gay) no but given the number of guys looking I'd get rid of those blue balls if I was.
Anyway, last night as part of my new adventures I went to a medieval society meeting where I'm learning the basics of swordsmanship and being knightly. After a bit of footwork, since I didn't have any armor I couldn't practice sword fighting (ratan not flesh) with the rest of the group so I headed upstairs to explore since I'm new to the group. (I think a woman trying to beat me in armor is really sexy)
I happened on a woman selling some really nice Japanese silk kimonos. I practiced flirting while I examined a royal blue with turquoise birds kimono (she was trying to sell and ...well I'm always looking to buy) but since there are currently no females in my life I thanked her for her time and moved to the next table where there happened to be a woman teaching the basics of sewing a T-tunic. Since my kit currently consists of a few hockey pads I waited until she looked up and introduced myself and asked if I too might partake in her instruction.
I'm not sure but it seemed to me that she started to give me a lot more attention than her other male student. It was the little things that kept getting my attention, like the way she kept pointing to her rear and telling me how to make sure I left a few inches extra for the rear like hers, or the measurement across the chest needed to accommodate breasts like hers except I dint have any but that she needed help when ever she measured herself. I found myself getting that familiar hard bulge in the pants as she told me about sticking the needle in and out and in and out but not too quickly. How I could make a little starting hole in the middle and keep trying to insert my head in the hole a little at a time until it popped through (with a big smile on her face). And then she pulled at the collar of her shirt to show me how to fold back the lip.
Just when I was starting to think that she might have something more than sewing on her mind some guy sits down and who she introduces as her husband and hands me some practice material. Now if she was flirting she did a fine job because I'm still not sure.
Well at least I got a pattern and some good tips on how to make my tunic. I also got to meet the leather master briefly and I know that will come in handy.
Now I just have to come up with a design for my crest...perhaps 2 blue orbs on a field of white?
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professional boob job
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Posted:Sep 20, 2012 10:27 pm
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My last post set me in a mind set of a few funny incidents over the years...the girl in the airport etc etc when I remembered the girl in the lab tonight that kept rubbing her leg.. all good stories but it brought to mind an incident a few weeks ago...
There's a young 20 something blond in the lab who likes to wear not work appropriate clothes. Now this particular young lady is well endowed upstairs. We were in a meeting and my boss wanted me to give a few suggestions on projects that she might be able to do and make her feel welcome. In short I'm in charge.
I'm trying really hard to concentrate on science and listening to her and making eye contact to make her feel welcome. But every time I look up at her she tends to bend down to write and her boobs move out of their semi protective covering to the point she is starting to show a bit of nipple. I dont just mean they slide out a bit but more like her shirt flops down and they are swinging in the breeze.
It's really hard not to take in the sight when your trying not to look around the room or down while your talking. She's clearly there on a professional basis and I'm trying really hard to be professional. So after the meeting I cornered the boss and begin with I'm not sure how to say this but could you please tell her to wear a bit less revealing clothes. I noticed that too he said and I felt the same way but we cant say anything or it will be construed as sexual harassment. We will have J (old Chinese lady in the lab) explain about the issue of lab safety and keeping skin exposure to a minimum.
Well that didnt seem like it would work so I went to a professor who I know has told female students presenting to look more professional and less like a previously. Distraught I explained my problem and he assured me that he knew exactly what was wrong.
I was really happy to find a solution because, "look but don't touch", especially at work is too distracting and human resources is not very nice to men suspected of harassment. Great what is it, I said! ...
......Your gay.. he said.. Oh ha ha thanks a lot was all I could say. (cheeky bastard)
Just for the record...I'm definitely into women. I would consider a couple, or a gang bang or anything that my partner wanted because that's me but not a sausage fest. And the Chinese lady did manage to get a message through although there are still days....
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The road to hana
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Posted:Sep 20, 2012 9:49 pm
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Since I have posted a number of not so lucky encounters I thought I would post a successful one. A number of years ago, when I was not single, and working for big pharma, I decided that a trip to maui at Christmas would be a nice break from the doldrums of Clevelands winter.
I love adventure, and nothing says adventure like traveling to a foreign exotic island (and having sex in public places), especially when the are back with the rest of the family and its just you and your beloved (partner and not my left or right hand)
My story begins with the road to Hana on the way to a farm. The road to hana is more like a roller coaster except with out the safty bar. You know how you get that tickle in your stomach when the coster plunges well that's how it feels to drive around a curve where you can't see the road bending down and around a big rock outcropping but you have such a great view of the ocean and rocks many many feet below that you get out of the car just to be sure its still there. I like a little fear...it sets that frisky mood. (Scuba was good there too)
So about 3/4 of the way there my ex starts getting sick. So she grabs a hat and well the volcano erupted into the hat. Not very erotic and even less so when I found out that it was MY hat! But she had reluctantly agreed that we might have an encounter if I could find a secluded place.
Just before the farm there's a set of terraces that lead down to the ocean that is a popular tourist attraction. Being me I lead my lady away from the crowd at the top and venture out and down. Now the funny thing is that as you get lower the people at the top cant see you but you can definitely hear them.
Being the gentleman that I am I shucked off my shorts in about three seconds flat, volunteered to take the bottom, and planted my cheeks in some nice sharp volcanic rock and a few red ants. But with the ocean spray nearby, the sun shining, and a tentative agreement to my plan I would have endured much worse. Now her shorts came down about 2-3 inches so just her bum was out but she could still barely pole dance. I suspect if I collected some of that spray on the rocks it might not have felt much different but I was happy..I was getting laid..in public...in tropical paradise.....
...until the helicopter showed up. Well as you can imagine that put an end to my adventure as sure as if a cleveland snow storm had suddenly blew in. I mean who cares if they had a camera they were a long long way away and she was still so covered you couldnt even see me.
She liked the trip up the volcano on horseback, and the ripe sun warmed mangos and passion fruit that you could pick and eat right off the tree so she forgave me.
Later after the trip we climbed up the volcano to a secluded overhang with a few bushes in front of it and I turned on my charm. I sat down near the edge and said look at that view. Your probably going to fall off she said. No honey look its perfectly safe. So she sat down beside me and the view helped set the mood and I got her to lie down and I put my hand on her leg and looked deep into her eyes.... and my shorts were a bulge...and she wanst saying no (for once)....
.....and then some big ass spider the size of a small hand jumped out of the brush and landed on my leg. I admit it ...I almost jumped off the ledge. The ride back to the hotel was as uneventful as could be and then the prevented any more erotic adventures....well little beach was interesting but that's another story
Morale: Hey I did get laid..well kind of.
So its time to get back to my presentation for satuarday
I bid you all good night
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A scientific (but sad) truth
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Posted:Sep 17, 2012 6:00 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2012 6:05 pm
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I was perusing a few blog titles when I saw iCAM on a profile called ionlyshow. I was really excited! A woman who knows what intercellular adhesion molecule 1(ICAM1)means and publicly flaunts it. I'll bet shes into immunology as well as being naked!
But upon inspection its her camera yeah iCAM.....glad no one saw me do that I'd never live it down.
On a side note as I was trying to read the blogs and keep my laptop away from prying eyes my youngest decides to read me a passage from his new edition of game informer. Now I was making those yeah I'm listening sounds when he said mac-cob-ray, just to see if he was testing me ( yes I can multi task) I asked if he meant macabre (pronounced mac-cob). No dad it has an r in end. Yep its french. No dad its not the right word. So off of blog land I went to wikipedia and typed in macabre. Macabre "the quality of having a grim or ghastly atmosphere. Macabre works emphasize the details and symbols of death." and down I scroll to "Chandelier of bones and skulls, Sedlec Ossuary, Czech Republic" and show him the picture on my lap top. Wow dad your looking at some really cool stuff on your lap top....hehehe yeah if he only knew..
Oh got to go I have a flirt and its not lonely larry!
I'm back.. yeah time passage is difficult to add to a post but wouldn't you know it..gods smile on me and I get a flirt, I push on the icon and Affairlook tells me I have no flirts while the icon is still at the top of the screen..I cant wait to see what comes up next..bet its the old hey want to see the message then pay $$ for a monthly membership
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Birthday cupcake disaster
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 6:42 pm
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Last year I happened to be alone on my 43rd birthday and had received a fair amount of teasing about being old and creepy. The boys love to rub it in. So I decided to lighten the mood by walking down the street to the local bar. I was looking for a bit of excitement to lift my spirits so I ordered a new castle on tap and sat down next to a lovely lady. She looked a bit lonely and my first instinct was to talk to her but for some reason I decided to play south park pinball. Nothing like a bit of potty humor when your down. In addition a young brunette with a short mini skirt was behind me playing pool. Dang hard to concentrate on balls when your own balls are urging you to turn around and look while shes shooting.
As luck would have it, it happened to be open mike night. I'm told I have a beautiful voice and I really should have taken advantage of the mike. But the mini skirt did sing and it was well less than beautiful but I clapped anyway. I was hoping to win her over (playing pinball? yeah what was I thinking. should have helped her shoot a combo.)
In walks boyfriend and gives her a kiss. Oh well back to the bar for another drink and the woman I was earlier. Oh shes drinking wine with some random stranger who eyes me and turns so that he can exclude me. Ok stike two but as luck would have it..
oh yes the gods smile.. shes cute, shes wearing laytex with holes stockings, she has long silky hair and shes got a victoria's secret bag along with her purse. I fire up a bit of conversation and shes talking to me about europe except that it doesnt sound like the places that I've visited. She asks me if I have ever had a rattle snake bite so I try one. Then something else that I cant remember. The guy on the other side of me joins in the conversation and we get to talking about guitars.
He tells us about a party and as the bar closes we all head in that direction. Except that victoria's secret bag decided to head home instead. Ok I'm going to the party, girls ect hey its my birthday can I have a kiss thoughts.
Turns out the party is about 6 guys with some beer in the basement of their house that reeks of cat box. But it turns out that the guy does custom make electric guitars and he hands me one with an extra base string. Instant play time except I'm now so intoxicated I can barely hold the fret board.
Its getting a bit warm and a few of they play a few bars of music and shed their shirts. The air now smells of armpit, cat box, and beer. Next they bring me a hostess dingdong with a birthday candle in it. They all sing to me happy birthday and I blow out the candle and pretend to take a bite. But I cant get over the green yellow stuff on the one guys teeth and the smell of the cat box so I use a slight of hand and put it in my pocket.
Then while they were lighting up a dube I slipped out the back door and sauntered home. Somehow it just didnt feel right.
gods of blue balls 2 and possibly 6 more, alex 0
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plenty of fish(y smell)
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2012 5:31 pm
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Right around the end of august I found myself in an infrequent situation. I was childless for the weekend and I didn't have to work. We all know that sometimes Affairlook can be a little slow, people are busy ect so after checking the site for any outings and finding none I decided to try a group outing on plenty of fish dating site.
(The irony was that I missed one posted on the FWB site hosted by bonny and clyde.) I had been to a few Affairlook parties so I figured that this would be about the same. I was looking forward to meeting some new people! Since it was a dance at a bar, I donned a nice dress shirt, some khaki pants, a tux vest with dark red front, black leather belt with silver ends, black patent leather shoes, and my favorite fedora for clubbing! I'm used to city life clubbing, wine bars ect ect.
So after a 45 minute drive out of the city I found this little bar and paid my cover charge. First almost everyone was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and most people were 10-20 years older than me. On the dance floor was one woman who looked old enough to be my grandmother swaying to the music. Now my first instinct was to gravitate to the people willing to let loose, ie grandma but it was early so I decided to get dinner and a beer and see if it improved. As I walked by everyone was staring at me. My outfit did not blend.
While I was sitting at the bar I noticed two big beautiful women seemed lonely. Second instinct go cheer someone up and you'll have fun but I decided to wait a bit and maybe I would get a hot blond model! (you would think that barbie would have taught me a lesson, beautiful on the outside but pull off the head and there's nothing inside). And three younger women in their late 20s next to them, one of which was blond and kind of hot. During dinner the three younger women and the 2 BBW headed out to the patio. After dinner and a mug of draft I thought I would head outside so I grabbed a drink and headed out.
First the 2 BBW were now talking to a rather short portly guy so I asked if I could sit down with the 3 younger ladies. They accepted and engaged me in light banter. Then one of the girls asked if I was a waiter of some type as I was wearing the kind of outfit you might see in a casino. (yeah dressing for clubbing does not fit in with that crowd) They were not with the POF party they just happened to be at the bar. I was glad when she left with her friend to use the bathroom.
Now the gods smiled on me, as I was alone with a cute woman, a bit portly, but who engaged me in conversation about law and statistics. I love a woman with a brain! (brain and some rope burns is even better) I was thinking about exchanging email with her when her friends returned.
Now the gods played their favorite trick on me..
Her friends related a conversation in the bar that they had just overheard between two BBW and one BM, he asked one if she was interested in something a little more that night and she said yes, then her friend said so am I. As the tale unwound out came the three in question (yep the ones I had spotted earlier) arm in arm with big smiles and they piled into a car and drove off. Ok missed the threesome.
Then out came some guy who was talking about how he should have asked out the older woman on the dance floor. Apparently she drove a corvette and was still quite active, or that was at least implied. Strike two but still not really my first preference.
Then another guy saunters over and starts talking to the young ladies, and talks about putting drugs in their drinks. That was it they left. I waited another hour drove home sober and it wasnt even dark out yet.
So once again gods of blue balls 3 and alex 0
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sometimes I'm a smartass
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 4:59 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2012 7:04 pm
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Sometimes even I can be a jerk.
I'm a graduate student and I spend a lot of hours trying to unravel the mysteries of modern medicine. There exists a lab next to mine who dismissed their senior technician and needed help getting their experiments started with their new female technician from India. First off I'll admit that she was cute and flirty but I dont like to fish off the company pier for what will be obvious reasons.
Being the dumb nice guy that I am I took three weeks to show them all of my tricks and techniques that I have honed over the past few years at my expense in isolating white blood cells from mice. The rest of my lab members were sick of this other lab asking for help and reagents but I persisted. Now as luck would have it my committee got wind of it and complained so I got a verbal lecture on finishing my own work first. In subsequent weeks this same female would pester me about 5 times a day asking for help and reagents ect. Finally I politely told them that I couldn't help them anymore and they should ask my boss for any further supplies. That reduced the requests to about 5 per day.
When the boss told me that we were running low on money for the month and we were out of some of our basic reagents I told the other lab that they needed to buy their own chemicals. After about the 5th time the female in question got mad at me and told me that they were not using our reagents and that some people just could not be taught good manners. An hour later she asked me for something else to which I replied " some people just cant be taught good manners" in a very smart ass British English accent.
She hasn't talked to me for 2 weeks now! Ironically the rest of my lab wont help her when she asks them for help either.
Moral
1 sometimes being the nice guy is not a good thing
2 don't date someone from work
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all hallows eve
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 4:24 pm
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For some reason that I fail to comprehend I have become cool in the eyes of my boys (22 and 15) and their friends, which has led to me being good friends with several rock and roll bands....but I digress.
Halloween night last year (or was it two years gone by now?) I was invited to a private party featuring three bands in one house (only 1 bathroom). As a surprise my talked me into taking my 8ft boa constrictor whom is quite tame but can give a tight squeeze when agitated (like at a party with new people).
I was enjoying the music and moshing in the basement with my boys. (after a cover of iron maiden's the trooper arm in arm with my boys bouncing like a pinball) I decided to take a break so I went upstairs to check on the snake. Upon inspection I found my boa unhappily vibrating in his cage to the music. So being me I decided to take him out to calm him down, thinking I knew this was a bad idea. So I sat down and stroked him for a while.
Lo and behold a random maiden walk up to me and says "Is that real, can I pet him?" (I wish I had the guts to say Oh yeah I got a snake for both of you hands) And before long there was a crowd of people with the snake strung along their shoulders. Meanwhile I'm thinking ok he looks happy while telling people not to pull hard if he squeezes. Now jello as the affectionately named him has a few peculiar habits. It just so happened that one young lady, in a tight hooters shirt and shorts wanted to hold him all by herself and sure enough he wraps around one side of her neck gently, droops his tail down her back, puts a coil around her breasts, moves his head to the other side of her head and flicks out his little tongue into her ear with a little hiss. Its not wet but it does tickle and distract just long enough for him to stick the end of his tail down the back of her pants and curl it around her panties and give a little pull. He does this with belt loops and pockets as well.
Now I'm not letting my boa get there before me so off he goes back into the cage and out into the car. I swear he was putting a move on her and she liked it! Of course with my luck her US Marine boyfriend shows up before I can get another word in edgewise.
So despondent I migrated back to the music and danced until I was gleeful and tired. Next I headed out to the porch where a lovely lady of my own age offered to share the sofa and comforter with me. As she starts to snuggle just a little bit closer, in comes my 22yr old with dad we need your help its a medical emergency there's been a car accident. Ok off I ran and got my emergency pack wondering why they didnt call 911? Turns out its his ex-girlfriend in her vehicle parked in the middle of the street passed out, barf everywhere, with some other guy next to her.
So I pick her up, put her in my car, wipe her down and put the two guys in the back. Next I discover that the two guys locked the truck with the keys in the ignition. So I squeezed in through the back window, enough to open the lock, and parked the car. Next was to drop off mysterious guy who wanted to be dropped off at her house (I said no). Then she insisted that we get her truck so back to the party we went, and I drove the truck while my drove my car. Then back to her house, oh she lost her house keys. Search the barf in the truck then back to the party with out the truck to search the street, finally she stands up and it falls out of her cleavage. But shes too drunk to make it into the house so 22yr old her in and says he will walk home. (It lead to them getting back together but thats another story involving horses, a small anal plug, and a fettish that I will let him tell).
I get back to the party and check up on my 15yr old who is talking to a bunch of girls. While hooter chick, and sofa chick are no where to be seen there is a belly dancer giving a very erotic show. I'm looking into her eyes shes looking into mine, the snake is definitely rising..in comes 15yr old. He wants to go home. Turns out he was landing a really hot 25 yr old sexy knockout blond until one of my friends intervened and told her he was 15.
So as my luck would have it I went home with blue balls again but at least so did both my boys and my boa.
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right place wrong time
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2012 5:31 pm
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About a week ago I happened to be traveling with my parents to a rather somber family affair (a funeral). It seemed very reasonable at the time to carpool (why drive alone on a long trip with the current price of gas not to mention I was actually quite sad at the passing of my great aunt.)
As my luck would have it we happened to stop along the turnpike where I opted enjoy a bit of tobacco (a habit that needs to end). While I was standing there in my suit and tie pretending to be a proper gentleman, a lovely lady happened to get out of her car with the sun shining upon her.
To my eyes she was a fine specimen in rather tight spandex pants. She walked by me without a second glance or a hair toss but did choose to enjoy a bit of tobacco a few feet away from me. Perhaps she was cramped from a long ride but she caught my attention when she began stretching in a classical one leg out front bent at 90 degrees and back leg slightly behind. Then she bounced a bit up and down in that position.
the gods in their greatness decided at that moment to break out the sun from behind the clouds where it passed through the heavens rushed past the back of my head and landed on the back of her spandex encased rear...allowing me to look right down her pants as spandex is apparently see through in the right conditions. Im sure my jaw dropped a good foot. When she was finished and started to walk for the door I being the gentleman that I am rushed to open the door for her wherein she smiled at me and said hello!
Then the gods in their laughter had who walk out through the door at that moment .....yeah mom and dad walk out through the door.
Now why I didnt make an excuse and give her my email..I'll never know. Perhaps it was the sunshine or the gossimer pants...but I choose to think that I didnt want to explain my intentions to my parents at a rather inappropriate time. Oh yeah and next time...drive by myself!
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New adventures
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Posted:Sep 15, 2012 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2012 3:19 pm
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I really should have blogged sooner as I have many new adventures to share, alas something about too much time in front of the laptop but I digress....where to begin
the band, the motorcycle, the sword and shield training, the young coeds......
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