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A hot shower & a cup of hot tea…Done!

26 Saturday Nov 2016

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It’s been a sometimes fun but often grueling experience. I’m happy it’s over and hope not to travel this road ever again.

To my editors; You will have to provide me with a much larger incentive if you ever want this kind of information again.  I took many showers during these past several weeks and drank my share of vino just to get through it.      bottle-wine

 

For the love of what the fuck! Six months ago I agreed to enter into the world of online dating for the second time. It’s a jungle out there, a girl has to be smart and willing to take on another life, especially if it’s all fake for information purposes. The facts aren’t often pretty and these are no exception. I’ll randomly go through the last six months of the revolving door of men and women. Some info will be limited due to copy-rights and my editors blowing up regarding my blogging on the subject. It’s enough to share, enough to…well just read on-in no particular order.

I’ll begin with Ken (btw all names are fiction-yes they gave me actual names, phone numbers and much more)…Ken, the Scorpio, introverted, former NAVY, works as civil employee, lived in a moderate neighborhood, divorced, one child-freshmen year in college.  He liked to cook and it showed. Not very outdoorsy and it showed. Spent his weekends watching old movies that he’d seen a few times, liked to play board games. He came off as gruff, not a very happy person who wanted to get laid but didn’t want to put in the effort to accomplish this.  He wanted to exchange sexy emails with me doing all the sex talk.  When I called him out on meeting, after a few weeks of pulling sexy talk from him, he gave me the story that he’d had a bad experience and was hesitant about meeting. At which point he asked for more photos. Seriously? I’ve sent you 3 and now you want more?  Oh and if I could send a nude one he’d like that.

A shower and a bottle of wine cleansed me from this lazy jerk, who I suspect was jerking off to the photos and the emails. He was cut off…spam.

Meanwhile, back at rancho online creep-o!  There was grandpa, the Leo. He had no online photo, came off like this sweet, subservient guy who only wanted to please. It was “dear” this “dear” that and whatever pleases you dear, oh I’m sorry dear, was I being, too forward dear, whatever you say dear…I’m suck a dumbass dear, I should have known better, I hope I haven’t blown it with you. This was Don. Supposedly a professional guy with an office, married but not getting any-had not had any in a very long time. He begged for a photo for about 10 days, when he finally got the message that I wasn’t sending jack shit until I got one from him, he sends a photo of him sitting in a lawn chair with a 6-year-old on his lap (his grandson).  WTF!  What kind of man sends a prospective piece of ass a photo of his grandchild?  Was this for browny points? Or was it to cover the belly and the dick-dew?  He begged for my phone number so he could text. Okay, here you go, here’s my burner.  And then it was a constant barrage of sexting all day through early evening then a pause and would start-up again around 10 and last until midnight.  The pause was when he was home and the wifey-poo was up, but as soon as she’d gone to bed he’d start again.  I finally laid down the law, the day I was in some very important meetings and had to turn my phone off because he was sexting every 30 minutes.  The day I met him, he almost stained his trousers. He even wanted some PDA, that I squashed!!  Seriously?  You think I’m going to make out with you right here in the middle of a parking lot?  And please don’t follow me, I’m not, too keen on you seeing what I drive…to which I walked him to his car, saw him off before heading to the steps to my vehicle 2 levels above (where I parked purposefully).

Don’s admission that his big office was actually a suite in a not so nice part of town, having just purchased a new sofa for his “office”, wanted me to stop by his new office…WAIT! NEW OFFICE?  So, this location you’ve just moved in to? And your assistant is actually your wife, who works there on the weekends? Oh, I see! The only time you can get away is during the day? Evenings are tough to get out, but if I don’t want to have sexy time in his “office” we can go to his house, his wife is a ride share, once she leaves for work (25 plus mile away) she’s gone for the day. NO. NO thanks. No not going to your wife’s house to have sex with you!

Meanwhile. The college professor who was actually an instructor, he and the wife enjoyed playtime a few of the local clubs that hosted gatherings for couples swapping. They sent numerous photos of her in flimsy lingerie. He was contact person, never heard from her and all he wanted to tell me about was what he had.  Hmmmm! No thanks! When I asked him about his wife, if she and I could exchange communications, I was promptly told that he did the talking for both of them. Okay…

Then there was Greg. Older fella. Said he was a retired consultant. Sent me two photos that were either several years old or they were photo-shopped from a magazine. In one he’s wearing a tux holding a highball glass, not looking into the camera, the other the man is wearing a very nice custom grey suit standing in front of a grey Porsche that has a Delta emblem on it…which is on the tarmac. When I saw this photo I took another look at the first one…something wasn’t fitting, just looked, too perfect.  I called him out on the photos but not to my surprise did he acknowledge or deny-completely ignore my query. And again, he could only get away during the day, he worked from home, when he wasn’t traveling of course, nights and weekends were tough to get away. I set a meet, waited until the morning of and gave him an out. He jumped on it and has later asked if we could really get together?  His take was meet during the day, have wine and then sex.  Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!  LMAO!  I questioned him; So, you can’t get out at night or weekends, you travel to all these places, stay in these 5 star hotels, yet you want me to meet you during the day, drink wine – have sex…and it’s okay for you to go home reeking of wine and stale pussy?  He didn’t respond to that query either.  I concluded that Greg was lying and probably retired, bored sitting home watch game shows and cop repeats.

The one thing they all had in common. Once I mentioned I like giving head, they were all in! Would do whatever it took to get me in a room, an office, a car, behind a bar…I guess older guys or any guy for that matter doesn’t get much head from the wifey-poo! I don’t get that. Why women don’t give their husbands head!!!

And lastly. I mentioned several weeks ago that there was one guy who was slicker than grease. I came off like the discard women, who’d been wronged.  Well, actually no, I wasn’t. This guy, was a smartass, or at least he thought he was.  Sent photos that I, once suspect were old photos and he was much older than he claimed. It was something he responded to that brought this to light and from that it was decided that I would take this route. In his arrogance, he admitted to knowing my identity, my blog, my overseas column.  He’d taken the time to “look me up” in a detailed way.  He’s also, my opinion somewhat of a racist and I don’t use that word often or lightly.  He, as we suspected could have been dangerous and we decided to do something about it.  A dual online profile, using a photo from a shoot that we had permission to use and dangled the cord by putting in all the key words that would get his attention. POP! He did, as he followed the same pattern of photos that he’d sent me originally and asking for my number to text. I took on an entirely different persona and he bought it.  He wanted to meet, was coming to town (we suspect he lived in town), dinner (it always had to be at a nice place), I told what I would be wearing, he told me what he’d be wearing. WE went sat in the parking lot and sure enough there he was…just as I had suspected!  Of course Morgan didn’t show. He texted many times, even wondered if she was okay. His final text was sad, regretful and he sent an empty email to see if the email was still there. The profile on the site was remove 15 minutes prior to the meeting time. Karma is a bitch Bugsy. Fire hot! Burn!

Most men on sites want a little excitement in their lives. I get that. Most of the married women on the sites are seeking the same. Gents, if she’s not your cup of tea, move the fuck on…there are, too many women in the fish bowl to play games. Wives, give your man a blow job! You don’t have to swallow!

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Shower and a hot cup of tea for me!

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Thank you loyal readers.

addieg.blog@gmail.com

 

A quick snapshot

02 Sunday Oct 2016

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I’ve been asked by many, what I do? I write for a publishing house who wouldn’t want me to divulge their brand.  My blog began as a way of self expression, later morphing into a combination of readers who write to me and my experiences. I’ve written many articles that are  proof read by editors and their assistants, thus my blogs contains errors galore, but I think that gives it a homey, believable feel.  I’m currently working on a novel. Because of your inquires I’ve decided to share one snippet with you. I’ve chosen this page because…well I’ll let you see for yourself.  I’ll be back in a few with more adventures from the world of internet dalliances, fornication and hookups (fall has been fruitful).  Until then enjoy the snippet…

The cool air moving across Amanda’s face was a welcomed relief, compared to the sweat rolling down her arms. She pedaled at moderate pace, with slow deliberate breaths. The path was dimly lit, flat and smooth, against the dark back drop of the park. The tall trees were a canopy, shielding the night sky. She made good time creating distance between her and the house she fled. She pedaled faster.

She attempted to adjust her ball cap. The bike began to wobble as she realized her hands, her legs were trembling and her heart was pounding loudly in her ears. With a deep breath Amanda steadied herself, adjusted the cap tighter. With more control she pedaled forward.

Amanda dared not look behind her fearing she would slow her progress. Just ahead she could see the red glow as it came into view. The first of three traffic signals. Not wanting to decrease her speed, she willed the light to turn green as she drew closer to the intersection. Just as she began to coast, the light signaled green, as she glided effortlessly across the brightly lit intersection that was miraculously void of vehicles.
The bike path took a western route, Amanda veered north, deciding the confines of the sidewalk would be better than the street, using the parked cars as a buffer to any oncoming traffic. It slowed her pace a little. The black hat, jacket and pants made her almost invisible to the traffic on the street, as she calmly breezed through intersections two and three.

Eager to proceed to her next phase. Hopping off the bike at a running pace, she quickly steered it into the tall bushes of an abandon house. Behind the over grown thicket of brush laid her backpack. She quickly began to strip, putting each article of clothing, and shoes, in a separate plastic bag, she had retrieved from the pack. Standing naked and cold, she removed the gun from the pouch on the bike, put it in a cloth bag and the pouch in a plastic bag. Finally removing her leather gloves, carefully folding them inside out, adding them to the plastic bag with the pouch. Taking fresh garments from the backpack, she checked the watched in her pants pocket. She would need to move quickly to discard the bags before boarding the bus back to the city.      ©️ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Addie

Happy Twenty-fourteen!!

31 Tuesday Dec 2013

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Facing the final day of twenty-thirteen, I’m trying not to get sentimental about the past twelve months.  I’ve done some really great things, made some solid decisions and optimized my goals. There are some not so good things, as well. 

 

Using my head;

I begin this blog…no I haven’t been consistent with my postings. Time hasn’t been on my side and then the subject matter, trying to be creative, entertaining and interesting has been a challenge. I’ve written about my experiences and that has made the act of  putting the thoughts into sentences a lot easier. 

 

I remodeled my kitchen this past year. I’m pleased with my creative results. It wasn’t easy, living without a kitchen sink, a garbage disposal, a dishwasher, stovetop and an oven.  A tiny dorm room refrigerator and a microwave made me create new ways of eating. Gallon jugs of water allowed me to enjoy my morning coffee…something no one would want to see…me without my morning cup of coffee. Then there’s the dust, the noise, the fuss, the strangers looming about. I don’t know who suffered more. Me or my two, very large, very protective, stuck in their way of a daily routine German Shepherds, who at times would look at me and clearly wonder…WHAT THE FUCK!!

So I compromised, with daily trips to doggie daycare, even when I had no appointments or tennis matches.  My tennis suffered greatly. My league record was awful, embarrassing to a point that I knew when the new ratings were published that I’d get kicked back a level.  But the tennis poopas held me in their favor, I loss an alphabet. If you know anything about tennis ratings you’ll know that wasn’t, too bad. Yes, “the odds were ever in my favor”!  I did learn that focus is just as important as reading the other side of the net. Focus provides accuracy, something I lacked the entire spring league season. 

So now that the house is back in order, I’ve got new toys in the kitchen and the Shepherds are back in their groove, I expect to kick some big ass in spring of twenty-fourteen.

 

I paid cash for all my holiday gifts and celebrations. No January blues for this gal. I didn’t over indulge in food or drink this year. Yay!  I’ll be able to zip my skinny girl jeans next month. 

 

I made some new friends (females) during the year…seems like they’ll be long lasting.  We’ve got several things in common and that always helps. 

 

 

Not using my head, reacting with my heart;

Lordy, somebody shoot me now!  I’m still taking calls from my police detective former serious relationship boyfriend. If you’ve followed my blog you’ll recall the heart breaking story. Why I continue to pick up the phone…no solid reasoning…I’m boarder line, teetering on the edge telling myself, NO, I’m not (purposefully)  stringing him along to tug at his heart…at the right moment pulling the cord at just the moment to break it…not admitting that, but clearly I’m doing something. I’ve convinced myself I’ll jump off this fence when I’m 100% about what it is I’m doing…til then I continue to answer.  I have promised to visit…It’s my normal flight south during the unbearable cold season here. Only this time I’m taking my four legged, fur covered BFFs…no over night stays…no unexpected overnight company.

 

There’s the gawd awful email I sent. I told a former beau/friend that I’d rarely had an orgasm while with him. I thought he was a cheap ass SOB who wasn’t’ that great in bed. It was a douzzy of a letter, fueled by anger. Enough! I was over his warped thinking that I was a last minute phone call when he was bored or was feeling horny…wanting a good lay. I gave this guy hellova blow jobs…some of my best work. He didn’t appreciate the “friends with benefit” relationship. He’d call to say he wanted to come by…go out for a casual meal & drink, not really a date. If I was available with nothing planned, I’d meet him at a restaurant; always paid for my drink and meals…I never called him or expected him to pay. We were friends after dating a few years ago, for a short period, nothing serious.  The last time he called, he rudely didn’t show up nor did he have the graciousness to call.  I had a drink and then order a salad at the bar…left when I finished. I gave it great thought and even waited a full 24 hours before I hit “send”.  Had I been thinking with my head, sans emotion, I would have called him and left a voice mail.

 

What the future holds;

I resolve not to make resolutions for twenty-fourteen. Nothing promised, nothing to regret.

 

Happy New Year y’all!