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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.

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Secrets

04 Wednesday Sep 2013

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What makes a person a mean human being?
Are they born this way? Does the toll of life make them become cynical. Maybe a disappointment along the way has created this disposition. Whatever the reason, they are miserable with themselves, unhappy and no light at the end of their dark tunnel.

Is there a difference between the negative individual and being mean? I ink there is. Some people are quick to show the darker side, forgetting about the good that resides in their lives. this negative energy flows like a virus from them to those around them.

Earlier this morning I gathered with a group of ladies to play a match of tennis. This would be the second meeting for my partner and I with the other two. My partner, a very kind soul, lovely person is most effected by one of the other ladies. This one lady, we’ll call her “T”, has the aurora of a darker cloud over her head. Literally when I look at her I see thunder clouds dancing around her. I’ve been in her presence prior to these two matches and the story is the same. T’s problem is the first word out of her mouth is either “I” or “my”. She doesn’t compliment anyone but herself. She starts her intro to you with a negative story of something or someone who has done her wrong. You say good morning, she chimes into her spill to each person that walks up. If you’re the first to arrive and 3 other people show up, she going to recite the same thing to each. If you try to change the story she steers you right back to her sadness. Woe is me!!!

I personally thinks she’s not getting any at home. No affection from the husband, no banging on those occasions. She lacks tenderness. Some women ooze tender feelings, T is the complete opposite. She’s not shy when you try to compliment her. She will tell you a story about her matching shoes with her skirt, matching her nail polish and her cooler. But hold on, because it will become a sad story about somebody doing something to her.

I usually sit or stand, whatever the case may be, and watch the scene unfold. If you could read the captions over my head, like a comic strip, you would see that I am one step ahead of T’s misery telling, plotting the course she’s going to take next. I say very little. Because I feel to entertain her with comments or questions, allows this negative flow to enter my bright sunny karma. Yellow and black makes purple on the color wheel. And the wheel of life purple is an odd color therefore it throws unbalance and chaos into one’s karma. The same goes for the tennis match. If you don’t buy into her constant chatter, her need to repeat the score loudly when she’s not serving is distracting.

My poor partner has not learned to shut her out. Because if she did, ther score and the match would have a completely different outcome. I tested this theory today. After we loss the first set, I walked up to my partner and said; “Can you shut her out? Not hear what she’s saying? But see her as a target? Hit your ball at her, make her back up or run? ” Well, we ran her ass! The she ran the less she talked! We actually won the second set, easily. I reminded her of the focus during the tie break and damn if we didn’t pull it out.

But oh my goodness! After the match, as we sat and chatted, the dark cloud grew, the storm brewed and the rain burst upon us. She began to dish on Sererna, how mean she was to win a match 6-0, 6-0 on a poor girl’s birthday. And she didn’t like her hair, she didn’t like her sister’s hair. It went on for 5 minutes of her dislikes.

Of course she was unhappy that she’d loss the match…would have probably been the same if she’d won. I try not to verbalized about those that I’d don’t like to play against because of their dark personalities. That shit will always come back and bite you in the ass. I revert to my poker face so as not to revel my true feelings. Once again being the Chameleon, I was born to be.

Women will stab you in the back without a second thought. And if you’re stupid enough to tell a women something you want to remain a secret…well that too will bite you in the ass. I’ve had many women over the years tell me someone else’s secret. When she starts the story with; “…don’t tell anyone…”, so and so did such and such. If she’s told you, trust me, you aren’t the first or you will not be the last. I’ve actually told so called secrets to those who have championed themselves as my “best friend” in order to see how true a friend they are. I’m still waiting for that bestie! I had a reputation in college as a man snatcher because a “best friend” repeated my so called secret and added her spin to the story. When I heard the story again I couldn’t stop giggling as it was repeated to me. It was made more hilarious because my bestie was standing next me, completely mortified. After I stopped laughing, I turned, gave her a look and walked off, never to utter a word to her again.

How dare you tell a friends secret. That’s mean. It’s self centered. It shows your dark cloud. If someone thinks enough of you to confide in you, how could you break that bond and repeat it? Its an act of a mean spirited person. You shouldn’t have to have pledged the priesthood in order to maintain silence for a friend.

If I had a hundred dollar bill for every secret I’ve been told, I’d be a millionaire. I’m not perfect, by no means. I feel a secret that is told to you should remain that…a secret. Unless of course the person tells his or her secret to another and another…

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