We all have crap in our lives. Just some of us have more crap than others. Today, I had to watch as my child was put under anethesia and fought it. As her eyes looked at me and begged that I help her. The tears rolled down my face. God forbid something terrible happened, I was part of allowing it to happen. The poor thing is a trooper....three teeth pulled, two root canals and two crowns replaced and after I held her in my arms for a few hours. She bounced right back.
I was alone today. The Ex was working and didn't even call to see if I was okay. My parents didn't think to ask if I needed help. The EX didn't even call till 4:30PM. Actually Mr. Porsche, after being insensitive last night and we had a fight...actually came to the rescue today and called and text me throughout the whole three hour surgery. My girlfriends had assumed the ex would be in the picture but he wasn't, so they were frantically calling to see if they could pick us up, do something. Honestly, at that point, I was okay and she was okay. My girlfriend made me a friendship cake today and brought it over to make me smile.
As I lied in the bed with my daughter in the hospital. I sat there and thought a lot. This is what matters. These children need me. I need to be there for them. And then the reality, they need me so much that my work is being effected. I need to start figuring out a balance here or my job will be in trouble. Truth is, their needs are a lot and to be a good mother, I need to work less. I work less, I lose my job. So what is a girl to do? My clients expect too much because I have given so much. I need to start working smarter.
And for men, that same damn relationship card keeps coming up when I do my angel reading. The card means...I need to build a relationship with me. I need to start getting it together and loving myself with bring others in my life. And today, I decided to do that. Re-look at my priorities in the morning. Re-evaluate what I want out of life.
On the list...a hobby. I need to find something to do that I really enjoy that is not just revolving around sex and blowjobs. Although I do enjoy that a lot. Working out....tomorrow is suppose to be a gorgeous day. I am going to begin walking again, go buy myself new sneakers and check out the hot yoga and regular gym. I need a haircut....I need to listen to my inner soul. and then work, I have some loose end projects I gotta get out of the way. I turned down three clients this week. Yes, I can't take on anymore freelance, just concentrate on building the clients I have right now. And bed before midnight. While it is impossible to do most of the time, I need to start implementing it so I wake up refreshed and ready to start my day.
Sounds like a good plan? Hmmm...if I had wild sex three times a week, that would cover a lot on this list. And if I laid there and thought about work inbetween sex sessions...I could accomplish a lot including a blowjob hobby. JUST KIDDING! But it would be fun trying out that approach.
You've all been screaming at me that I should start looking for inner peace. I think you are right. I am proud of myself today. I was the only mom alone in the whole surgical center. Sad and scary at first but I did it. I am strong. Please God, continue to give me the strength.
And tomorrow the saga continues. The Ex car which is under my name has not passed inspection which means it is not registered. Which means that since the car is in my name, I told him he had until tomorrow to hand over the plates to me, Its going to be a war but I refuse to get more legal issues. If he doesn't hand over the plates, I have only one thing to do. I have to report the car stolen. Oh this should be interesting. but after today, I realized. I need to protect me and my children first. Do I have the balls to report him? I think tonight while I sleep, I will have to grow those set of balls.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Is it the Song or Is it just the orgasmic flashbacks?
Listening to my music and suddenly a song came on...a flashback from the past, Nine Inch Nails. I wonder, does this song wanna make you fuck or is it just the intense flashbacks attached to it for me?!!? Hmmmmmm.....funny how songs have such memories and can change your mood instantly. The flashback.....in the motel with Mystery Man and we were having the wildest sex as he pounded me with each beat of this song....I can visualize him thrusting into me in the frog position and then I was hanging off the bed...its the intense orgasm that I had that brings a smile to my face. That out of body experience....pretty fucking hot. Actually this song makes me wanna go upstairs and masturbate...yup...that's where I am headed now. I am glad this song brings back such good memories now...I am happy the memories are still there even though we are done. I will give him this, that man knew how to fuck me real gooood!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Deviant Sex
I have come to the conclusion that Mr. Porsche and I definitely have deviant sex. It's bordering S&M. I have been in a real funk. I am miserable about myself. My appearance, my emotions, my life. Mr. Porsche sensed it today. Amazing how I tried to be upbeat but he said there was something in my voice that he can sense my sadness. I guess when you know someone for so long, you can tell their mood just by their hello. we were going to meet tomorrow but he moved it up to today. And now, I am glad.
Sex with Mr. Porsche, while normal for us, certainly has a different flava. When I am uptight...I always like to start by sucking his cock. Something about it relaxes me and takes me away. I love to see if I can get his entire cock in my mouth down to his balls. Today, I was successful. Deep sucks and lowering him deeper and deeper into my throat avoiding a gag reflex. Yum!! Amazing how the gag reflex relaxes more and more with practice.
Next, he loves to make me cum. I shaved my pussy except for a little strip. He took out the bag of ammunition and I knew I was going to cum and cum hard. A vibrator in my pussy and then he starts counting down as he is tightly twisting my nippples. When he starts to count, I feel the pressure and lose the orgasm....crap, but then he decides a bullet up my ass will put me over the edge. Well, I honestly can say it makes me feel like a pinball machine....all if a sudden there are sparks going all throughout my head...TILT...TILT....TILT....and my whole body loses control. But he doesn't stop there, he keeps going which makes me a little uncomfortable, borderline of pain, fear...I don't know but he holds me down to make me cum again. Now I am convulsing on the bed.
He's been talking about a woman joining us lately. As we all know, I am not there. Not what I really want but if it turns him on, its worth the talking. He fucks me with my legs in the air and then he turns me around. For some rear entry action. Slow and steady wins the race and that was exactly what it was. There's one point where I am not sure I can continue but that feeling slowly turns into pure pleasure. And he just keeps going until I cum again.
I collapse on the bed...we take a break and then I go back to giving him a handjob and using our prostate toy on him. Oh, I forgot to mention that he used it on me..we now own two! One doesn't have vibration (that is mine). Kind of cute...matching his and her anal toys....something every couple should own! Well this time, I can feel his prostate and he moans when I hit it. And then I go to town...just massaging it enough that is it driving him wild. He cums and he cums hard and then it stopped and he came some more. Holy crap, that prostate massager does do a number on him. Now Mr. P loves to be in control. So while he laughs and loves the feeling, it blows his mind that he is so out of control. A feeling he has never felt before.
We don't have a lot of time. We lie there and talk a little. He massages my neck and tries to get me to relax. I definitely felt better after one of our sessions. I started writing this on Thursday and finishing it now. Tonight I am not feeling so great. Mentally and physically, I am drained. I am definitely depressed. I am feeling very alone. There are actually no frogs in the pond or I should say I have thrown out all the frogs in the pond. Mr. Rockstar, I ignored his text. Mr. Cableman is not what I want. Mr. Divorce Attorney and Mr. Myspace Attorney, I ignored their texts. And that is it. I am alone because I am really choosing to be alone. Not sure how I feel about it. I just know I should be doing work and I can't. I am soooo tired lately. I just want to sleep and sleep. things keep breaking in the house, I fixed them today but I am drained. Heading to bed, heading to sleep. I seem to be focusing on happier days right now.
What happens if that is it? Do you ever think that we have an allotted amount of good times in life? What happens if I used mine all up already? I mean what happens if I am never satisfied again as I was a few years ago. A high unlike any high..what happens if I don't feel that high again? Okay, I am getting very deep. I guess exhaustion can do that to you.....worries and worries.
Sweet dreams!!
Sex with Mr. Porsche, while normal for us, certainly has a different flava. When I am uptight...I always like to start by sucking his cock. Something about it relaxes me and takes me away. I love to see if I can get his entire cock in my mouth down to his balls. Today, I was successful. Deep sucks and lowering him deeper and deeper into my throat avoiding a gag reflex. Yum!! Amazing how the gag reflex relaxes more and more with practice.
Next, he loves to make me cum. I shaved my pussy except for a little strip. He took out the bag of ammunition and I knew I was going to cum and cum hard. A vibrator in my pussy and then he starts counting down as he is tightly twisting my nippples. When he starts to count, I feel the pressure and lose the orgasm....crap, but then he decides a bullet up my ass will put me over the edge. Well, I honestly can say it makes me feel like a pinball machine....all if a sudden there are sparks going all throughout my head...TILT...TILT....TILT....and my whole body loses control. But he doesn't stop there, he keeps going which makes me a little uncomfortable, borderline of pain, fear...I don't know but he holds me down to make me cum again. Now I am convulsing on the bed.
He's been talking about a woman joining us lately. As we all know, I am not there. Not what I really want but if it turns him on, its worth the talking. He fucks me with my legs in the air and then he turns me around. For some rear entry action. Slow and steady wins the race and that was exactly what it was. There's one point where I am not sure I can continue but that feeling slowly turns into pure pleasure. And he just keeps going until I cum again.
I collapse on the bed...we take a break and then I go back to giving him a handjob and using our prostate toy on him. Oh, I forgot to mention that he used it on me..we now own two! One doesn't have vibration (that is mine). Kind of cute...matching his and her anal toys....something every couple should own! Well this time, I can feel his prostate and he moans when I hit it. And then I go to town...just massaging it enough that is it driving him wild. He cums and he cums hard and then it stopped and he came some more. Holy crap, that prostate massager does do a number on him. Now Mr. P loves to be in control. So while he laughs and loves the feeling, it blows his mind that he is so out of control. A feeling he has never felt before.
We don't have a lot of time. We lie there and talk a little. He massages my neck and tries to get me to relax. I definitely felt better after one of our sessions. I started writing this on Thursday and finishing it now. Tonight I am not feeling so great. Mentally and physically, I am drained. I am definitely depressed. I am feeling very alone. There are actually no frogs in the pond or I should say I have thrown out all the frogs in the pond. Mr. Rockstar, I ignored his text. Mr. Cableman is not what I want. Mr. Divorce Attorney and Mr. Myspace Attorney, I ignored their texts. And that is it. I am alone because I am really choosing to be alone. Not sure how I feel about it. I just know I should be doing work and I can't. I am soooo tired lately. I just want to sleep and sleep. things keep breaking in the house, I fixed them today but I am drained. Heading to bed, heading to sleep. I seem to be focusing on happier days right now.
What happens if that is it? Do you ever think that we have an allotted amount of good times in life? What happens if I used mine all up already? I mean what happens if I am never satisfied again as I was a few years ago. A high unlike any high..what happens if I don't feel that high again? Okay, I am getting very deep. I guess exhaustion can do that to you.....worries and worries.
Sweet dreams!!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Alienation of Affection Law- Mistress owes big bucks
Alienation of Affection LAW? A North Carolina mistress was sued by a man's wife under this law and she was awarded $9 million dollars today. YIKES...now that is scary! And personally, I think it is ridiculous. The husband even admitted to tons of other affairs but the wife sued this mistress. The wife was on an interview that said that everything was perfect in their marriage until she came along. Hard to believe chickie!! Nothing for nothing but it wasn't like she was a porn star or a gorgeous model that lured him in.
I cannot believe the courts got involved in this and allow this to go so far. I can't believe the wife allowed this to be dragged through the courts and she appears on tv. HELLO? Aren't you doing another horrible thing to your children? And please, she dragged him away. Last time I checked it takes two to tango. It is ridiculous that the husband gets away without any recourse yet the mistress is the one in trouble. Reality is, your husband was there and was a willing participant. Reality is, he had been unhappy in your marriage and you didnt see the signs. I certainly do not believe that this woman held him against his will or seduced him like a succubus!
The wife's name is Cindy Shackelford and the mistress Anne Lundquist. Funny, they never mentioned the husbands name...
Alienation of Affection Law is only still in existence in seven states: North Carolina, Hawaii, Mississippi, Utah, South Dakota, New Mexico and Illinois. So if you are in those states and cheating BEWARE. Here is what determines if you have a suit.
To succeed on an alienation claim, the plaintiff has to show that (1) the marriage entailed love between the spouses in some degree; (2) the spousal love was alienated and destroyed; and (3) defendant’s malicious conduct contributed to or caused the loss of affection. It is not necessary to show that the defendant set out to destroy the marital relationship, but only that he or she intentionally engaged in acts which would foreseeably impact on the marriage.
Originally this law was put into place because women were considered property. Interesting how an old law can be pulled up and used today.
I cannot believe the courts got involved in this and allow this to go so far. I can't believe the wife allowed this to be dragged through the courts and she appears on tv. HELLO? Aren't you doing another horrible thing to your children? And please, she dragged him away. Last time I checked it takes two to tango. It is ridiculous that the husband gets away without any recourse yet the mistress is the one in trouble. Reality is, your husband was there and was a willing participant. Reality is, he had been unhappy in your marriage and you didnt see the signs. I certainly do not believe that this woman held him against his will or seduced him like a succubus!
The wife's name is Cindy Shackelford and the mistress Anne Lundquist. Funny, they never mentioned the husbands name...
Alienation of Affection Law is only still in existence in seven states: North Carolina, Hawaii, Mississippi, Utah, South Dakota, New Mexico and Illinois. So if you are in those states and cheating BEWARE. Here is what determines if you have a suit.
To succeed on an alienation claim, the plaintiff has to show that (1) the marriage entailed love between the spouses in some degree; (2) the spousal love was alienated and destroyed; and (3) defendant’s malicious conduct contributed to or caused the loss of affection. It is not necessary to show that the defendant set out to destroy the marital relationship, but only that he or she intentionally engaged in acts which would foreseeably impact on the marriage.
Originally this law was put into place because women were considered property. Interesting how an old law can be pulled up and used today.
Mr. Cableman
Mr. Cableman and I are really just friends. Oh, he came over one night and we watched a movie and we kissed and hung out and watched a movie but overall, we are just friends. He's playing around and well, I don't want to be one of the girls he is playing with. Truth is, his ex is not going to move up from where he used to live because she has a boyfriend. So....he is going to be leaving within the next six months. And, he tells me all about the girls he has dated. A little too much info then I needed quite frankly.
Last night we went out to dinner. He's filled with himself because he has six girls chasing him. I am his buddy. BUT you can't blame me for teasing him to death. Yes, a definite cock tease. I had him begging last night for me to give him a bj. At the dinner table, I was sucking on a strawberry.....licking whipped cream......we were totally cracking up. However, I didn't think much that there were two men at table behind him that actually had been watching the show too. Oh man, I was mortified. How embarrassing is that?!!? I couldn't stop giggling.
I ended the evening sending him a pix of me sucking on my vibrator. UGH!!! You are killing me...and then he wrote this morning how he couldn't sleep last night, tossing and turning and he looked at the pix three times. OHHHHH....poor baby, buddies don't do blow jobs! hehehehhehe
Last night we went out to dinner. He's filled with himself because he has six girls chasing him. I am his buddy. BUT you can't blame me for teasing him to death. Yes, a definite cock tease. I had him begging last night for me to give him a bj. At the dinner table, I was sucking on a strawberry.....licking whipped cream......we were totally cracking up. However, I didn't think much that there were two men at table behind him that actually had been watching the show too. Oh man, I was mortified. How embarrassing is that?!!? I couldn't stop giggling.
I ended the evening sending him a pix of me sucking on my vibrator. UGH!!! You are killing me...and then he wrote this morning how he couldn't sleep last night, tossing and turning and he looked at the pix three times. OHHHHH....poor baby, buddies don't do blow jobs! hehehehhehe
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sexting Is Scaring Him
Mr. Porsche mentioned today, so what do you think about the sexting and Tiger Woods? I could hear his uneasiness in his voice. The release of the porn stars texts were on all the covers of the newspapers. Are you worried? I asked. He giggled and said no. BUT, I know Mr. Porsche. that was not a believable NO.
Honestly, I took a lot of offense to that. Yes, I am single now but the reality is, any woman you meet can become single at any time. As with any married man. Your chances are better that you will not be ratted out if you choose a woman on the same level as you that comes from the same background, family beliefs and integrity. At anytime either one of you can change your marital status and put the other at risk. Truth is, a spouse does not care about whether it happened a month or five years ago. They will be devastated and your marriage will be in major trouble. However, if you sleep with a porn star or a waitress in Perkins and you are a celebrity...hmmm...what does that girl have to lose? And the porn star, how high was her morals to begin with? The fact that she needed to tell the world to make her feel better. Honestly, she was hoping to get people to her site. Guaranteed there is tons of Google adwords, things for sale and her videos available. So spare me the love sick bullshit.
Back to Mr. Porsche. I told him my view on how it was still a money making scheme but then I went to us. We are friends. We are lovers. We work together with business. And while I do love him (yes, I came to that realization awhile back), I do not have expectations beyond what we have. And, I would never ever hurt him. It's a love of who he is. It's a love of how good he is to me and how he is there for me. It's a love on how good he makes me feel. It is not a husband wife love. I do not want him here every morning when I wake up. So we are in a good place I think.
Joking he said....well you know better and you cherish your life. Are you threatening me? I am going to take that as a knee jerk reaction from him and not put a lot of weight to it. Because you have to know me by now. Do not do that to me. Back me in a corner and I come out fighting. Even if I don't agree, DO NOT think you have one over on me. I have nothing to gain by telling his wife, only to lose. But if you are going to fuck with me....and think you control the situation because I feel threatened. Oh it doesn't work that way. I am not keeping quiet because I feel threatened. I am keeping quiet because its the right thing to do. It is what I believe. It is what I am made up of and I don't want to ever hurt someones family. there is nothing good that would come from that. I can't think of any frog that I had ever thought of running and telling their family (including Mr. Porsche) that is not what I am about.
My friend asked me while we were away do I ever feel guilty about being with a married man from Ashley Madison? Truth is, I don't. I met this man online because he was looking for an affair. It's not like we met innocently at the bookstore or on the soccer field. He was looking for an affair. I am on there looking for an affair. If we didn't find each other, they would have found someone else. So for all those people with the high morales of how horrible Ashley Madison is I have to laugh. Actually, if anything, I probably feel less guilty because I didn't lure a man to be with me....they had already made the decision.
Honestly, I took a lot of offense to that. Yes, I am single now but the reality is, any woman you meet can become single at any time. As with any married man. Your chances are better that you will not be ratted out if you choose a woman on the same level as you that comes from the same background, family beliefs and integrity. At anytime either one of you can change your marital status and put the other at risk. Truth is, a spouse does not care about whether it happened a month or five years ago. They will be devastated and your marriage will be in major trouble. However, if you sleep with a porn star or a waitress in Perkins and you are a celebrity...hmmm...what does that girl have to lose? And the porn star, how high was her morals to begin with? The fact that she needed to tell the world to make her feel better. Honestly, she was hoping to get people to her site. Guaranteed there is tons of Google adwords, things for sale and her videos available. So spare me the love sick bullshit.
Back to Mr. Porsche. I told him my view on how it was still a money making scheme but then I went to us. We are friends. We are lovers. We work together with business. And while I do love him (yes, I came to that realization awhile back), I do not have expectations beyond what we have. And, I would never ever hurt him. It's a love of who he is. It's a love of how good he is to me and how he is there for me. It's a love on how good he makes me feel. It is not a husband wife love. I do not want him here every morning when I wake up. So we are in a good place I think.
Joking he said....well you know better and you cherish your life. Are you threatening me? I am going to take that as a knee jerk reaction from him and not put a lot of weight to it. Because you have to know me by now. Do not do that to me. Back me in a corner and I come out fighting. Even if I don't agree, DO NOT think you have one over on me. I have nothing to gain by telling his wife, only to lose. But if you are going to fuck with me....and think you control the situation because I feel threatened. Oh it doesn't work that way. I am not keeping quiet because I feel threatened. I am keeping quiet because its the right thing to do. It is what I believe. It is what I am made up of and I don't want to ever hurt someones family. there is nothing good that would come from that. I can't think of any frog that I had ever thought of running and telling their family (including Mr. Porsche) that is not what I am about.
My friend asked me while we were away do I ever feel guilty about being with a married man from Ashley Madison? Truth is, I don't. I met this man online because he was looking for an affair. It's not like we met innocently at the bookstore or on the soccer field. He was looking for an affair. I am on there looking for an affair. If we didn't find each other, they would have found someone else. So for all those people with the high morales of how horrible Ashley Madison is I have to laugh. Actually, if anything, I probably feel less guilty because I didn't lure a man to be with me....they had already made the decision.
Monday, March 22, 2010
the Most I Have Been Alone
Inner reflection. What do I want? I have been truly soul searching lately. Lots of men chatting but its not like it was in the past. Am I changing or is it getting old? I don't even feel like any of these men are worthy of my blog. Oh my theory, they always come back holds again for me and even my girlfriends are giggling that guys they have spoken to in the past have resurfaced. But to me that means that they found someone they had liked better, its over and now they are back. Hmmm....they aren't returning to my life. Mr. Rockstar contacted me this week to see him. Reality, it wasn't hot before, I am not wasting my time. And then there are others online. I probably chat with three men a week. But none that I feel special with.
I guess I am feeling sorry for myself right now. I feel like a second fiddle or is this what dating is all about? I want to be the special one. Not exclusive but the one the guy likes the best. Is that silly? Is that just my insecurities? Probably both. So I decided to slow down on the men. The Lamborghini guy turned out to be a player. Damn, I was so stupid with that one. I look back now and see how he lured me in. And all the men you told me to stay away from....you were all right...each one a disaster.
Today, there is Mr. Porsche and I am still in contact with Mr. Cableman, Mr. Security and Mr. Divorce Attorney but that is really it. Mr. Astronaut has fallen off the face of the earth and I am glad actually. So now what? Mr. Porsche is never leaving his wife (and that is truly fine with me). I do love him but realistically he wouldn't fit into my world. He is tough and I couldn't even imagine his expectations at home. Funny how being a mistress has a whole different set of rules which I actually like with him.
So here I sit probably the most alone I have been in almost five years. I am at a crossroad. I need to get my ex out of my life and stop popping in on me, I need to work on me, I need to work on the kids and I need to work harder since my bosses expectations keep growing more and more. The construction is almost done on my house. How ironic, the thought of moving when I haven't even completed the work on my house is something I am considering now. I decided August is a big month for me. I am going to place that as the month to seriously re-evaluate and not make any major moves till then. Wow, life is so difficult. Parents aging, my dad got another bad report, my mom is losing her mind. I gotta a lot on my plate these days. Feels good to unload.
I guess I am feeling sorry for myself right now. I feel like a second fiddle or is this what dating is all about? I want to be the special one. Not exclusive but the one the guy likes the best. Is that silly? Is that just my insecurities? Probably both. So I decided to slow down on the men. The Lamborghini guy turned out to be a player. Damn, I was so stupid with that one. I look back now and see how he lured me in. And all the men you told me to stay away from....you were all right...each one a disaster.
Today, there is Mr. Porsche and I am still in contact with Mr. Cableman, Mr. Security and Mr. Divorce Attorney but that is really it. Mr. Astronaut has fallen off the face of the earth and I am glad actually. So now what? Mr. Porsche is never leaving his wife (and that is truly fine with me). I do love him but realistically he wouldn't fit into my world. He is tough and I couldn't even imagine his expectations at home. Funny how being a mistress has a whole different set of rules which I actually like with him.
So here I sit probably the most alone I have been in almost five years. I am at a crossroad. I need to get my ex out of my life and stop popping in on me, I need to work on me, I need to work on the kids and I need to work harder since my bosses expectations keep growing more and more. The construction is almost done on my house. How ironic, the thought of moving when I haven't even completed the work on my house is something I am considering now. I decided August is a big month for me. I am going to place that as the month to seriously re-evaluate and not make any major moves till then. Wow, life is so difficult. Parents aging, my dad got another bad report, my mom is losing her mind. I gotta a lot on my plate these days. Feels good to unload.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Back To Reality
I had a fantastic time when I went away. But coming back kind of left me..empty and unfulfilled. While I was away, the men I met were very different. I am not saying good different but I guess when you are staying at the best hotels and getting on all the A List hangouts in a party town you are going to meet this unique group of men. The men did not work or they actually ran companies and they were independently weathly. Houses in the Virgin island, new york city, vegas, South Beach, Hamptons. Now you figure I would meet one man like that not every man that I was hanging out with.
Here's the reality there. Drinks were $20 each. Insanity so what is a woman to do? Look for the tables of men that have that huge grey goose bottle and have paid over $500 to sit in the seating area. An instant magnet and so that is what my girlfriend and I did. The first night, we actually met a Canadian and a bunch of Italians from Italy. A lot of fun. All these men we met seemed to be into real estate. We did shots, we danced, we partied and we had a great time. No physical contact although they were trying to convince us to have a sixem. IS there such a thing? Four men and the two of us? The Canadian was into my friend but conveniently mentioned how he was fantasizing about my lips giving him a blow job at the beach. But of course don't tell my friend. Oh sure, my friend since I am five. Let's see where my loyalties would lie on that one. Men are ridiculous and sleazy.
Oh there were others. Actually all the same. Rich men who had tons of money to through around and they truly didn't work. Partying until 5:30AM each night. I think a week later I am still paying for that. Gotta say, the men were gorgeous. Blew my mind how many hot men and the woman were also gorgeous and young.
The last night we were there, I met this guy who was building a hotel down there. Again, houses all over the place--New York, Virgin Islands, The City and the Hamptons. He was dancing with this woman and I gave him a smile and a wink. A few minutes later, he came over. Hard talk in a club so we went outside but I stayed within the parameter of view of the security. The security knew him and they let us sit in this area with a hammock and a fountain. It was so nice, romantic and we actually laid on the hammock talking. He was a good ten years younger than me and I didn't confess my age. Why? What was the point. He invited me back to his condo on the water, I refused. His life was interesting yet so far from reality for me. I took his number and his email and told him I would call him the next day to hang out. I didn;t. But before I left he did reach over and so gently whispered in my ear....There is something so sexy about you. And then he kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, gentle yet passionate. I felt like a little girl on Spring Break again. He put his hand through my hair and just told me that I was gorgeous and kissed me again. And then I promised to call and I left. AND I didn't call. Some things are left alone. That was one of them.
And there was another guy who was a pompous ass. Flaunting names and his houses etc etc as we laid by the pool. We got on the subject of who I knew. Cocky ass said" Oh your friend probably knows my friend...she's the President of this division of this famous company." Oh I giggled....really? Actually my friend is your friends boss, she is CFO of the entire company. First time in this guys life he was put in his place.....lol. Of course, now I was more attractive to him.
Oh wait...I can't forget the Soccer player guys who in these white thongs were playing soccer with us on the beach. I am not a thong woman. Actually I find it a little repulsive usually but I gotta tell ya....I was enjoying these white thongs. As my girlfriend said "I guess their moms never told them to not wear white bathing suits". We started to laugh.
So I had a dream vacation. Great fun with my girlfriend. Loved relaxing and walking on the beach and drinking by the pool. And the eye candy was to die for. But I am back and so is reality.
Here's the reality there. Drinks were $20 each. Insanity so what is a woman to do? Look for the tables of men that have that huge grey goose bottle and have paid over $500 to sit in the seating area. An instant magnet and so that is what my girlfriend and I did. The first night, we actually met a Canadian and a bunch of Italians from Italy. A lot of fun. All these men we met seemed to be into real estate. We did shots, we danced, we partied and we had a great time. No physical contact although they were trying to convince us to have a sixem. IS there such a thing? Four men and the two of us? The Canadian was into my friend but conveniently mentioned how he was fantasizing about my lips giving him a blow job at the beach. But of course don't tell my friend. Oh sure, my friend since I am five. Let's see where my loyalties would lie on that one. Men are ridiculous and sleazy.
Oh there were others. Actually all the same. Rich men who had tons of money to through around and they truly didn't work. Partying until 5:30AM each night. I think a week later I am still paying for that. Gotta say, the men were gorgeous. Blew my mind how many hot men and the woman were also gorgeous and young.
The last night we were there, I met this guy who was building a hotel down there. Again, houses all over the place--New York, Virgin Islands, The City and the Hamptons. He was dancing with this woman and I gave him a smile and a wink. A few minutes later, he came over. Hard talk in a club so we went outside but I stayed within the parameter of view of the security. The security knew him and they let us sit in this area with a hammock and a fountain. It was so nice, romantic and we actually laid on the hammock talking. He was a good ten years younger than me and I didn't confess my age. Why? What was the point. He invited me back to his condo on the water, I refused. His life was interesting yet so far from reality for me. I took his number and his email and told him I would call him the next day to hang out. I didn;t. But before I left he did reach over and so gently whispered in my ear....There is something so sexy about you. And then he kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, gentle yet passionate. I felt like a little girl on Spring Break again. He put his hand through my hair and just told me that I was gorgeous and kissed me again. And then I promised to call and I left. AND I didn't call. Some things are left alone. That was one of them.
And there was another guy who was a pompous ass. Flaunting names and his houses etc etc as we laid by the pool. We got on the subject of who I knew. Cocky ass said" Oh your friend probably knows my friend...she's the President of this division of this famous company." Oh I giggled....really? Actually my friend is your friends boss, she is CFO of the entire company. First time in this guys life he was put in his place.....lol. Of course, now I was more attractive to him.
Oh wait...I can't forget the Soccer player guys who in these white thongs were playing soccer with us on the beach. I am not a thong woman. Actually I find it a little repulsive usually but I gotta tell ya....I was enjoying these white thongs. As my girlfriend said "I guess their moms never told them to not wear white bathing suits". We started to laugh.
So I had a dream vacation. Great fun with my girlfriend. Loved relaxing and walking on the beach and drinking by the pool. And the eye candy was to die for. But I am back and so is reality.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Returned to Reality
Yes, blogging so wasted..I even went back to read it because I didn't even remember writing it! I had the most amazing time with my girlfriend. As you know, I don't party like that but three nights of going out to 5AM has now paid its toll. I am beyond exhausted but wow, what a weekend.
Hard problems getting in last night so I am heading to sleep right now. I think I still have the alcohol floating around my body. All I can say is I am amazed that people live like that on a day to day basis. I mean I met men that had houses all over the world and all they did was hang out in these houses. A crazy concept. They basically don't work..insane!
Okay, fun weekend, great stories to tell you! Will be back..
Hard problems getting in last night so I am heading to sleep right now. I think I still have the alcohol floating around my body. All I can say is I am amazed that people live like that on a day to day basis. I mean I met men that had houses all over the world and all they did was hang out in these houses. A crazy concept. They basically don't work..insane!
Okay, fun weekend, great stories to tell you! Will be back..
Saturday, March 13, 2010
omg at least i still have it
Okay. I went on vacation for a couple of days to get away from my life. Omg!! I am in party town. Just the thrill of knowing there are three guys who would have fucked me tonite. Too drunk to explain. At one bar a guy bought us drinks all nite. At another bar, I used my connections and got to the fronto f the line. A man left us an entire area and an entire bottle of grey goose. Truth is my girlfriend and I played it like pros. How funny, ashe is sleeping and I am in the bath at five am. Night cost us nothing but these men could fford it. One wanted a threesome. Actually a foursome but not my deal. At five am I am wasted anf in the tub. My feet are in hell. Going to bed.
Monday, March 08, 2010
My Birthday Celebration
It was my birthday this weekend. 45....time is just flying by. I am a big baby with my birthday. I feel it is important that people who are important to you to wish you a happy birthday and then there are the special people who you are spending time with on your birthday. I decided to spend it with people who are a sure thing. I like to be happy on my birthday so I always make plans with reliable, caring and people I enjoy. This birthday entailed my kids, Mr. Porshe and my eight girlfriends. Sounds like a shoe in for a great day right? Not in my life.
Mr. Porsche was my lunch date. Originally we were shooting for 1:00 but he had a lunch meeting. So we pushed it to 2:30. It had to be a no sex lunch (of course it was that time of month for me) but since he had a luncheon already...what was he going to watch me eat?!? No, I told him I wanted to do a picnic lunch in the motel room. I would bring the salad lunch. I made sure he had his favorite chopped salad, almonds and his favorite drink and of course grapes to feed him. I took out my picnic basket and even had a red checkered blanket. Real silverware, glasses....I was excited, this was going to be fun. I pushed it back to 3, because I knew he was going to be rushed and I didn't want it to ruin my birthday.
So now here we go.... 3:15, sitting in the parking lot. I called. NO ANSWER. My heart started to sink, I knew where this was going. Yes, I am a baby so I called two more times and finally he picked up. Problems at work, I am on my way. Here's the thing, he had to pick someone up at the airport at 6. "Just forget it" I said. "No get the room". I look in my wallet and I just had spent my emergency money so I had to go across to the bank. When I got back....a damn busload of people pulled in. 12 different rooms!!!! So....visualize this. Cheri sitting in the lobby with a picnic basket just waiting on her birthday. And then the tears began to flow. And we are talking real tears. The realization of what a fool I am. the realization that I am in a lobby on my birthday with a special lunch for someone who couldn't take the time to make this one day special. I sat there brewing and crying.
When he arrived....lets just say he said the look in my eyes were like daggers. He had never seen me like this in 2 1/2 years. "I want to go home" as the tears flowed. "Let me take you shopping". No, I want to go home. And he sat down and tripped over the picnic basket (which he thought was someone elses...lol) Anyway, he convinced me just to go to the room. what a fool I felt like when I handed him the picnic basket.
We went to the room, I spread out the picnic lunch and he was in charm mode. Now normally, when a guy keeps apologizing and hugging me and being so damn adorable, I snap out of it. I couldn't. I felt like I had no importance in his life and it hurt so much. I got a little better because he was sooo persistent. Now I didn't expect a gift from him because he had his workers do all this work in my house and that was my holiday and birthday gift. BUT, when he handed me a piece of looseleaf paper with a note and money inside....I felt even worse. I knew he wrote this in the car. the words were very nice but I felt like he did it in the parking lot (which he probably did). I wasn't even worth a card. Lets see, the first month we were together, I got two cards from him.
To add salt to the wound....my damn phone just kept buzzing with emails and messages. All your other boyfriends are calling. I guess so, you don't get jealous or care as long as I am happy, right?...was my response. And I opened his pants and began to suck on his cock. we had never had this conversation before and I didn't want to have it now. but he was a little persistent. Not asking right out, thankfully, because I wouldn't lie. Next he said..."just be careful and don't bring me any diseases." With his cock in my mouth, I didn't answer but I was annoyed. I haven't slept with anyone else except for Mr. Security that one time in my whole single life. He was it the last six months basically and probably even further back than that.
As i was sucking his cock...he must have been sitting there thinking...."I do get jealous, I just don't want you to know". And i wonder if that comment was true or he knew I wanted to hear that. My response was just...ask me how many guys this month? Hmmm....one...YOU. Ask me who was before that?....Hmmm...YOU. And I went back to sucking his cock and deep throating it. when all of a sudden he jumps up and flips me over and started tickling me and doing those farts on my neck and making me laugh so hard. He was holding me down and kissing me and threw me over his knee and started giving me 45 smacks for my birthday. My mood lifted a little but now it was time for him to go.
I started packing up the picnic stuff and the tears started to drip again. Feeling sorry for myself I know but theres a pattern here that I have to break. I didn't want him to see me crying so I said "You better go, your going to be late." I wasn't facing him. He turned me around and saw the tears.....I am so sorry. And then he gave me a kiss and hugged me. I know you are. I truly believe he doesn't do it on purpose. but for once I would like to feel like I wasn't smooshed in between two appointments. We left and he called me twice on the way home. And then he surprised me, he called when I was out with my girlfriends to tell me to have a good time (A definitely no, no since he was home) and then he emailed me the next day.
The rest of the night was really great. I enjoyed my friends, they even bought me gifts. A gorgeous ring to replace my empty wedding band finger...how appropriate. And I did hear from all the frogs and even more!! Some I would have never expected to hear from...too funny. And of course, as I was floating around in the early afternoon, my mind floated back to a flashback of one of my brithdays. Mystery Man had taken the entire day and we spent it in a hotel room. A smile came to my face...I love flashbacks, they can make you smile and giggle. I decided to call him to just say hi . Nothing more, he makes me smile and feel good. While I was at dinner, an email came through from him. I read it at the table to myself and my friends commented...."a special man?" "A great blast from my past" and they all laughed. One of my girlfriends knew about him and she just looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I just gave a smile and blushed. She knew. A perfect way to end my birthday!
Mr. Porsche was my lunch date. Originally we were shooting for 1:00 but he had a lunch meeting. So we pushed it to 2:30. It had to be a no sex lunch (of course it was that time of month for me) but since he had a luncheon already...what was he going to watch me eat?!? No, I told him I wanted to do a picnic lunch in the motel room. I would bring the salad lunch. I made sure he had his favorite chopped salad, almonds and his favorite drink and of course grapes to feed him. I took out my picnic basket and even had a red checkered blanket. Real silverware, glasses....I was excited, this was going to be fun. I pushed it back to 3, because I knew he was going to be rushed and I didn't want it to ruin my birthday.
So now here we go.... 3:15, sitting in the parking lot. I called. NO ANSWER. My heart started to sink, I knew where this was going. Yes, I am a baby so I called two more times and finally he picked up. Problems at work, I am on my way. Here's the thing, he had to pick someone up at the airport at 6. "Just forget it" I said. "No get the room". I look in my wallet and I just had spent my emergency money so I had to go across to the bank. When I got back....a damn busload of people pulled in. 12 different rooms!!!! So....visualize this. Cheri sitting in the lobby with a picnic basket just waiting on her birthday. And then the tears began to flow. And we are talking real tears. The realization of what a fool I am. the realization that I am in a lobby on my birthday with a special lunch for someone who couldn't take the time to make this one day special. I sat there brewing and crying.
When he arrived....lets just say he said the look in my eyes were like daggers. He had never seen me like this in 2 1/2 years. "I want to go home" as the tears flowed. "Let me take you shopping". No, I want to go home. And he sat down and tripped over the picnic basket (which he thought was someone elses...lol) Anyway, he convinced me just to go to the room. what a fool I felt like when I handed him the picnic basket.
We went to the room, I spread out the picnic lunch and he was in charm mode. Now normally, when a guy keeps apologizing and hugging me and being so damn adorable, I snap out of it. I couldn't. I felt like I had no importance in his life and it hurt so much. I got a little better because he was sooo persistent. Now I didn't expect a gift from him because he had his workers do all this work in my house and that was my holiday and birthday gift. BUT, when he handed me a piece of looseleaf paper with a note and money inside....I felt even worse. I knew he wrote this in the car. the words were very nice but I felt like he did it in the parking lot (which he probably did). I wasn't even worth a card. Lets see, the first month we were together, I got two cards from him.
To add salt to the wound....my damn phone just kept buzzing with emails and messages. All your other boyfriends are calling. I guess so, you don't get jealous or care as long as I am happy, right?...was my response. And I opened his pants and began to suck on his cock. we had never had this conversation before and I didn't want to have it now. but he was a little persistent. Not asking right out, thankfully, because I wouldn't lie. Next he said..."just be careful and don't bring me any diseases." With his cock in my mouth, I didn't answer but I was annoyed. I haven't slept with anyone else except for Mr. Security that one time in my whole single life. He was it the last six months basically and probably even further back than that.
As i was sucking his cock...he must have been sitting there thinking...."I do get jealous, I just don't want you to know". And i wonder if that comment was true or he knew I wanted to hear that. My response was just...ask me how many guys this month? Hmmm....one...YOU. Ask me who was before that?....Hmmm...YOU. And I went back to sucking his cock and deep throating it. when all of a sudden he jumps up and flips me over and started tickling me and doing those farts on my neck and making me laugh so hard. He was holding me down and kissing me and threw me over his knee and started giving me 45 smacks for my birthday. My mood lifted a little but now it was time for him to go.
I started packing up the picnic stuff and the tears started to drip again. Feeling sorry for myself I know but theres a pattern here that I have to break. I didn't want him to see me crying so I said "You better go, your going to be late." I wasn't facing him. He turned me around and saw the tears.....I am so sorry. And then he gave me a kiss and hugged me. I know you are. I truly believe he doesn't do it on purpose. but for once I would like to feel like I wasn't smooshed in between two appointments. We left and he called me twice on the way home. And then he surprised me, he called when I was out with my girlfriends to tell me to have a good time (A definitely no, no since he was home) and then he emailed me the next day.
The rest of the night was really great. I enjoyed my friends, they even bought me gifts. A gorgeous ring to replace my empty wedding band finger...how appropriate. And I did hear from all the frogs and even more!! Some I would have never expected to hear from...too funny. And of course, as I was floating around in the early afternoon, my mind floated back to a flashback of one of my brithdays. Mystery Man had taken the entire day and we spent it in a hotel room. A smile came to my face...I love flashbacks, they can make you smile and giggle. I decided to call him to just say hi . Nothing more, he makes me smile and feel good. While I was at dinner, an email came through from him. I read it at the table to myself and my friends commented...."a special man?" "A great blast from my past" and they all laughed. One of my girlfriends knew about him and she just looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I just gave a smile and blushed. She knew. A perfect way to end my birthday!
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Meeting Mr. Lamborghini
Well it is true, sometimes what seems like a Mr. Married Prince Charming will turn into another frog in the pond. An imposter with a crown. Okay, I am being a little dramatic there. I met Mr. Lamb this week. His picture was from 15-20 years ago. Wow, he was hot. I could tell it was him because he had the same features but he was now 30 lbs heavier and time has put some lines and dark circles. Now, it has for all of us so I was still very attracted to him. He had fabulous eyes, a great smile and a cleft chin.
We had a great lunch. I was definitely attracted to him and the conversation flowed. What shouldn't have been a surprise to me was that everything that a price tag and money was all that mattered in his life. Well not all, but he constantly talked about it. It wasn't a turn on...I am more into a soul. I am more into a man who is intelligent and witty. To me, a laugh is priceless. Of course money helps but it cannot compensate for laughter (although he could probably hire a comedian to do jokes all day).
We went to the local motel BUT it wasn't for sex. We went there to relax and hang out and talk. He was very nervous about someone he knew walking in or seeing him and he wasn't into sex in his car (which I can understand although I am putting it on my bucket list).
We actually just laid there and relaxed, talked and he held me in his arms. It was sooo nice. Reality is, this man is a stressball...big money, big problems. And well, I am pretty sure he is connected which made me a little nervous. I am usually very observant of things and well he brought this bag in. But the way he positioned it, I felt there was important crap in there. I don't know what told me. Anyway, I asked him...what do you carry around in that bag? He opened the bag and pulled out money. Now we are not talking a few bucks..the guy is walking around with $45,000 in cash in his bag. And now that I think about it, I wonder if there was a gun in that bag?!? Yikes...I must have had a look of disbelief because he opened the envelope and fanned out all hundreds. I have never seen so much cash.
Anyway, we lied down and I just traced his face with my finger. He was extremely handsome. I feel so comfortable with you, I don't know what it is...and he kissed me. I just traced my finger over his body. Yes, I did the Cheri test and I checked if he was attracted to me. His cock was hard and he did open his pants. We were just about getting ready to leave and it got a little heated. Just put your lips around my cock...and I did. I was in the mood and it has been awhile so I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked....he loved when I sucked the tip of his head. He came pretty fast....and we both just laid there for a little while longer.
I left with mixed feelings. I didn't know what I thought about this guy. He wrote me later...I feel so comfortable with you, you are amazing. Can't wait to see you again. Hmmmm....I don't know what I am feeling. I do see one interesting problem. He commented on me being so independent. I think he is into women who are more needy. Well, I can't wait around for a man to take care of me. I have to do it by myself. Not sure where this one is going but I will keep you updated.
We had a great lunch. I was definitely attracted to him and the conversation flowed. What shouldn't have been a surprise to me was that everything that a price tag and money was all that mattered in his life. Well not all, but he constantly talked about it. It wasn't a turn on...I am more into a soul. I am more into a man who is intelligent and witty. To me, a laugh is priceless. Of course money helps but it cannot compensate for laughter (although he could probably hire a comedian to do jokes all day).
We went to the local motel BUT it wasn't for sex. We went there to relax and hang out and talk. He was very nervous about someone he knew walking in or seeing him and he wasn't into sex in his car (which I can understand although I am putting it on my bucket list).
We actually just laid there and relaxed, talked and he held me in his arms. It was sooo nice. Reality is, this man is a stressball...big money, big problems. And well, I am pretty sure he is connected which made me a little nervous. I am usually very observant of things and well he brought this bag in. But the way he positioned it, I felt there was important crap in there. I don't know what told me. Anyway, I asked him...what do you carry around in that bag? He opened the bag and pulled out money. Now we are not talking a few bucks..the guy is walking around with $45,000 in cash in his bag. And now that I think about it, I wonder if there was a gun in that bag?!? Yikes...I must have had a look of disbelief because he opened the envelope and fanned out all hundreds. I have never seen so much cash.
Anyway, we lied down and I just traced his face with my finger. He was extremely handsome. I feel so comfortable with you, I don't know what it is...and he kissed me. I just traced my finger over his body. Yes, I did the Cheri test and I checked if he was attracted to me. His cock was hard and he did open his pants. We were just about getting ready to leave and it got a little heated. Just put your lips around my cock...and I did. I was in the mood and it has been awhile so I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked....he loved when I sucked the tip of his head. He came pretty fast....and we both just laid there for a little while longer.
I left with mixed feelings. I didn't know what I thought about this guy. He wrote me later...I feel so comfortable with you, you are amazing. Can't wait to see you again. Hmmmm....I don't know what I am feeling. I do see one interesting problem. He commented on me being so independent. I think he is into women who are more needy. Well, I can't wait around for a man to take care of me. I have to do it by myself. Not sure where this one is going but I will keep you updated.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
If It Seems To Be Too Good to Be True, It usually Is!!
Okay, boys and gals....I was surfing Ashley Madison and a gentleman left me a message. Now, as you know, I haven't been jumping in with two feet lately into finding a man. I have been focusing more on me but there are a few men that I have been talking with. Mr. Porsche has been fabulous and honestly, I have been so happy with him (I will have to write our meeting..mmmmm..he is so amazing).
Anyway, so I got a note from a gentleman and I asked for his key to his pix. Still not excited there. I wonder, how many guys have I corresponded with on Ashley? Of course an even bigger question, how many have I had sex with!?!? WOW, I am afraid to think of that one. Okay, back on track.
He sends his key and when I opened his pix, the air got sucked out of my chest. Did you ever think what you imagined your Mr. Married Prince Charming to look like? Uhmm....he is it. Blondish, brown hair, fantastic smile, light blue eyes and a strong cheek and chin bone structure. This was the type of guy I went for when I was young. But his pix looked young to me so I am still debating whether that is him.
We spoke on the phone and he's a gentleman yet there is a flirty side to him. Within two months, he met four girls on the site. None were for him. He did have an affair with one but it lasted three weeks. After they slept together, she started to boss him around and make demands. Not his thing. She also sent nude pix of herself to him and told him to meet her in a parking lot and she would blow him. not his thing. Ooooo...I had to laugh at that one thinking about Mr. Astronaut.
I am taking notes and listening to him. He is a little old fashion. Not into the texting, IMing..he does have a batphone which I called him on the first day. He started hysterical laughing that he was busted with a fake phone. Aaahhh...I learn from experience. We were suppose to meet on Saturday but he got really sick over the weekend. we are meeting tomorrow. I sent him little emails checking up on him over the weekend and to make him laugh. He loved it actually. we spoke yesterday on the phone for over an hour. He has a very big business which certain parts of it aren't doing well. We actually discussed his business and I gave my two cents. He sent me a note last night...."Wow, I really enjoyed our conversation today. I really haven't met anyone online like you, someone I feel so comfortable with and can talk to. Here's the thing, you are so smart, I am trying to figure out how I am going to get you naked and into bed?" I giggled. I have been keeping the sexual talk to a minimum and the flirtiness to high. Go slow I keep telling myself. This one may be special.
So now there is more about him. He is a multi-millionaire. Drives a lamborghini. My girlfriend looked at his pix and heard his bio and said "he isn't real". There is no way this guy is on Ashley. It's as if he is a plant is her theory. He is never going to meet you, keep postponing. Well, I don't know if he is real or not but he's not avoiding meeting. He was pushing for tomorrow. He's a little blue collar around the edges but he has an amazing heart. Very into giving to charities (and no I didn't mention my situation yet so its not like it was fueled by that). He is down to earth in many ways but I did see that he has a little bit of a temper. someone who rents his house hasn't paid in three months and I guess he went over there and pushed him or something (first red flag that I will be watching). He admitted that he has been buying himself so much stuff and that none if it is filling this void he has. He told me that for the first time in years, he's felt his heart get excited when he thought about our conversations and us meeting.
So....is he real? I am feeling insecure a little bit. I definitely want to meet him. This is the first time I have thought in a long time that someone was my Married Prince Charming. This is the first time in a long time that I have those flutters and excitement about an Ashley Madison meeting. Has my Married Prince Charming arrived and his white horse is a lamborghini?!! LOL Oh please, little girl dreams and fantasies but now that I am older and sadly wiser..its just nice to still see they are alive even if I don't believe them like I used to. A glimmer, a flicker, the dreamer in me is a little alive. And the realistic in me is thinking he is a bald, fat, short man with a beard and mustache and very, very hairy.....hahahaha Wish me luck!!
Anyway, so I got a note from a gentleman and I asked for his key to his pix. Still not excited there. I wonder, how many guys have I corresponded with on Ashley? Of course an even bigger question, how many have I had sex with!?!? WOW, I am afraid to think of that one. Okay, back on track.
He sends his key and when I opened his pix, the air got sucked out of my chest. Did you ever think what you imagined your Mr. Married Prince Charming to look like? Uhmm....he is it. Blondish, brown hair, fantastic smile, light blue eyes and a strong cheek and chin bone structure. This was the type of guy I went for when I was young. But his pix looked young to me so I am still debating whether that is him.
We spoke on the phone and he's a gentleman yet there is a flirty side to him. Within two months, he met four girls on the site. None were for him. He did have an affair with one but it lasted three weeks. After they slept together, she started to boss him around and make demands. Not his thing. She also sent nude pix of herself to him and told him to meet her in a parking lot and she would blow him. not his thing. Ooooo...I had to laugh at that one thinking about Mr. Astronaut.
I am taking notes and listening to him. He is a little old fashion. Not into the texting, IMing..he does have a batphone which I called him on the first day. He started hysterical laughing that he was busted with a fake phone. Aaahhh...I learn from experience. We were suppose to meet on Saturday but he got really sick over the weekend. we are meeting tomorrow. I sent him little emails checking up on him over the weekend and to make him laugh. He loved it actually. we spoke yesterday on the phone for over an hour. He has a very big business which certain parts of it aren't doing well. We actually discussed his business and I gave my two cents. He sent me a note last night...."Wow, I really enjoyed our conversation today. I really haven't met anyone online like you, someone I feel so comfortable with and can talk to. Here's the thing, you are so smart, I am trying to figure out how I am going to get you naked and into bed?" I giggled. I have been keeping the sexual talk to a minimum and the flirtiness to high. Go slow I keep telling myself. This one may be special.
So now there is more about him. He is a multi-millionaire. Drives a lamborghini. My girlfriend looked at his pix and heard his bio and said "he isn't real". There is no way this guy is on Ashley. It's as if he is a plant is her theory. He is never going to meet you, keep postponing. Well, I don't know if he is real or not but he's not avoiding meeting. He was pushing for tomorrow. He's a little blue collar around the edges but he has an amazing heart. Very into giving to charities (and no I didn't mention my situation yet so its not like it was fueled by that). He is down to earth in many ways but I did see that he has a little bit of a temper. someone who rents his house hasn't paid in three months and I guess he went over there and pushed him or something (first red flag that I will be watching). He admitted that he has been buying himself so much stuff and that none if it is filling this void he has. He told me that for the first time in years, he's felt his heart get excited when he thought about our conversations and us meeting.
So....is he real? I am feeling insecure a little bit. I definitely want to meet him. This is the first time I have thought in a long time that someone was my Married Prince Charming. This is the first time in a long time that I have those flutters and excitement about an Ashley Madison meeting. Has my Married Prince Charming arrived and his white horse is a lamborghini?!! LOL Oh please, little girl dreams and fantasies but now that I am older and sadly wiser..its just nice to still see they are alive even if I don't believe them like I used to. A glimmer, a flicker, the dreamer in me is a little alive. And the realistic in me is thinking he is a bald, fat, short man with a beard and mustache and very, very hairy.....hahahaha Wish me luck!!
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