The Gayest superbowl. EVER!

Late last night, while her kids were watching a movie KM,  traded txt messages.  The conversation basically led to toys.  Turns out she never had one before, which absolutely floored me.   So we're going to try to get her one....or two.
YAY! Toy Shopping!
Personally, I want to get her a rabbit and one that will stick to a floor or a wall.  She had some initial reservations about the second one, but I'm sure I'll help.
Just can't get over the fact on how much of a sexual novice she is.  After 17 years of marriage and SIX kids, you'd figure they'd learn a few tricks.
Apparently the affair she had (she admitted she had one, but it wasn't the cause of her Divorce) didn't teach her anything new either.

When waking up this morning, I found ANOTHER txt.
"Are you seeing other people?"
ME? See other people?
Nah!
I told her that its pretty much up to her as to whether or not I do as far as the relationship goes or not.
For some reason, she didn't seem very happy with the answer.
Whatever.

I thought I'd see how she and I would interact with other people.
Having been invited to a superbowl party by my Idiot friend (IF), there is a reason for this name, and his wife, I thought it would be a good opportunity to bring her along to meet a number of people I associate with from time to time.
Considering there are going to be mostly couples (Several gay, several lesbian, and one or two "straight" couples), it should prove to be quite interesting to see how she gets along. 
Yes, it's a Gay friendly household.  IF's wife is a Fag Hag and all her friends are various levels of Awesome.

I wish to predict, right here, right now, that their kids are going to grow up to be hard core Republicans.
I'm not going to be worried about not getting along with anyone, the Wife is a major foodie and her kitchen is altar to William Sonoma.
She said she doesn't know if she will make it, considering she has the kids this weekend and will drop them off at her ex at about the time the superbowl starts.  Either way, I won't be particularly disappointed if she doesn't show up.

Lauren

Lauren is one of the ones that answered my ad, and have been sporadically emailing each other for quite some time.
One thing that she mentioned in her initial email is her fondness of being submissive and likes that type of play.
Now that my initial hesitation on getting into the lifestyle was made, I must also state that it is important the different kinds.   Before I would dismiss it outright, I wanted to know what the kinks were, but she felt (rightly so) that such things would not be in her best interest to discuss about initially.

Unfortunately, our schedules aren't very conducive to meeting, her taking night school as well as a full time job.  But I have enough respect for her ethic for me to at least see if I can keep her as a friend.
Really.
Platonic.
I mean that.

For the want of an orgasm.

After our initial hug, I gave her a quick kiss.
"Hi."
"HI!"
Her smile widened and quickly turned a bit roguish.
"Can a girl get something to eat before you fuck her senseless? I'm starving."
I burst out laughing and went to our now familiar IHOP across the street.

The conversation ranged to her visit with the kids, to work, to our personal lives.

We were back in our room about an hour later.
The door barely closed when started taking off our clothes and kissing each other, as she got to my pants, she looked up at me and said;
"Remember what I promised you?"
My cock twitched in anticipation.
"Yes I do."
With that, she went to work.  GOD she was good, I was on the verge of cumming when I had to pull her off. I didn't want this evening to end this quickly.
Pushing her back to the edge of her bed and raised her legs, I proceeded to initially tease her.
Gently kissing her inner thighs, breathing softly over her sex while barely brushing my lips against her.
Proceeding to barely place my tongue on her clit while I breathed a bit harder, I felt her body shudder.
Continuing this torture for a couple of more minutes, I softly licked up and down the folds of her skin and dipped into her wet hole.
She then started to grab my head to push me into her, but I fought back and proceeded to continue the light touches.
Eventually, my touches grew more intense and direct after several minutes.
Diving full in, I began deeply licking her sweet pussy while gently rubbing her clit while switching places every minute or so when I would nibble her clit and finger her pussy.
I felt her first orgasm wash over her when I discovered her G-spot, concentrating on this little area, I also continued to suck her clit harder.
I continued this, fighting off her attempts to (I think) get me to stop, she let out a long scream and clamped her hands on my head, during, what I later found out, her first oral orgasm.
Ever!
Yeah, I know! I am just as surprised!
I go back up to kiss her and she eagerly kisses me while forcing me to enter her with her legs. After The look of bliss on her face was telling as i started to enter her. Pushing in all the way slowly, I just remained motionless as i I continued kissing her gently.. As she started to rotate her hips, we both fell into a nice rhythm. Fighting off the beginnings of an orgasm, I slow down, and eventually slow to a stop and start to shower her with kisses.
We continue this pattern for a bit when she gets on all fours.
A big grin appeared on my face as I moved behind her.
"Stay away from my eyes."
I was crestfallen.
"Not even a few little licks."
"No!"

Hmph.  Maybe I should get her drunk next time, because I LOVE giving rimjobs.... ohwell.
I get behind her and enter her and we continue in a steadily increasing the force and tempo until she starts building up into another orgasm I can feel myself start to build into one as well.
We're sweating and out of breath, she let's out another moan and I....got nothing.
I collapse by sheer exhaustion.
"Relax. Let me," and deep throated my cock with some forceful motions.
It was simply awesome.
After about 10 minutes, I brought her up and kissed her soundly we laid down together.

"You didn't cum."
Oh shit. She had that TONE.
"I was tired."
"Do you think you couldn't because you're not into me sexually?  I'm too vanilla or kinky enough for you?"
Aw, shit, for cryin' out loud!
I explained to her that the stopping and starting technique can keep me going for a considerable amount of time (which is true, sometimes for a couple of hours....which means I need to get back in shape.)
The conversation goes back and forth and puts a bit of a damper on what happened that night, but I calmed her down and we were soon sleeping soundly.

At least, that is what I told her.  Considering I'm up nights, I laid there next to her with the thought that didn't even occur to me until she brought it up:

Do what we have is enough, even if she's not kinky?
I was already prepared to give up my hobby for the right woman, but am I REALLY that ready to give it up?

YOU AGAIN?!?

Sitting in the hotel room by myself allows me to mentally prepare for the evening. KM is on the way after a quick shower and shave brief convo:
"You have to remember, I'm a girly girl."
"Well, don't sweat about shaving your legs,we can have romantic cricket sounds as we lay together."
The giggling betrayed the mock anger she had.
"Jerk. I'll be there in about 30 minutes."

It wasn't much of a hotel, but it was handy.
Just as I was about to semi-doze in a blissfully quiet moment; the phone rang.
"Hey sexy."
"Well, hi there! You haven't called me that in a long time!"
ANDI!  My mind snapped awake.
"Hey."
"Busy?" 
"Nah, I have about 20 minutes." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I thought she was gone!
She went on about her life and her schedule and then blamed the latest neglect of calling due to her not feeling well.  I barely got in a word in edgewise."
Blah.Blah. Blah.
"Did you think of our last texts and conversations?" As I finally interrupted with the edge on my voice that I hope conveyed my annoyance.
That stopped her cold for about 30 seconds.
"Yes. Quite a bit actually.  I told my mom and some girlfriends about it.  Mom basically was disappointed in me. She and the girls liked you. They don't like my current boyfriend."
I had fans?  Who knew?
Once again, she apologized and said she'd make it better.
"You DO realize that *I* am not calling anymore.  You're the one that needs to make an effort."
"I know."  her voice was quieter now.
We continued with some pleasantries for a bit longer until I heard the knock on the door.
"Gotta go, bye!"
"Can I Ca-"

I open the door and was greeted by one of the warmest hugs I have had in a long while.

I need a job

Well, not really.

After a few initial responses to my ad, it seems like a number of them were turned off by my job.
It's not a sexy job, nor is it a low paying job, but I guess it's not the typical 9 to 5 job that ladies want a man to have.
So far the only ones that haven't shied away from it are KM and Lumens.
What I've been thinking of doing is telling them outright what job I have or make up a job that is REALLY bad that will see if that will dissuade them in some way.

A couple of suggestions friends have made is:

Dog Catcher
Road Kill Cleanup.
Crime Scene Cleanup
Slaughter House Dude
Tax Collector.

Yes, this all sounds lame, but then again, so are the ladies who stop writing/calling after I tell them what I do for a living.

I'm totally open to suggestions.

A moment to breathe

Lumens Texted.

She had a rough day and wanted some relief.
How do you spell Relief?  S-E-X.

It was a nice respite from crazy all the crazy crap I've been dealing with.
Arriving at her place in less than an hour, I show up, go through the door without knocking and make my way to the bedroom where she's lying face down nude while casually reading a magazine.
Having shed my clothes starting from the doorway, I was down to my socks.

Yeah, we men and our socks.  Stop shaking your head. they're coming off anyway.

"Hi!" I said with a grin as I started climbing on the bed.
"Hey there!  I am nude."
I started nibbling on her ears.
"Really?  I thought it was a body sock."
That earned me a friendly punch to my waistline.
"Are you saying my skin is wrinkly?"
Where did THAT come from.
Eh.  We men make stupid comments, why should this surprise me?
Distracting her with a nibble on her neck, I'm quickly forgiven as we lose ourselves and make time stand still and let our worries melt away.

When she got up for water later, she noticed my things on her coffee table.
"You have TWO phones?"
Aw shit. This can be bad.
The CL phone was buzzing with a text msg.  Fucker has a loud buzz that you can hear across the room, more so its on something solid.
"Hey! Is this that new G1? Awesome!  Can I see it?"
LOL.  Technological ADD, I love it.
"Sure, bring it in!"
After we have our glasses of water, I show her my lifeline to the outside world and show her all the features.
She briefly saw this blog, but didn't equate it with me and didn't see the title.
It buzzed briefly in her hands and out of instinct looked at the screen.
One feature betrayed me, when a text comes in, briefly shows the msg.
"KM: I miss you.  I am looking forward to Sunday."  I winced.
"Who's that and what's on sunday?"   She casually asked.
"Someone I might be dating.  We don't know yet. We're going on a date."
"You're looking for a relationship?"
Uh-oh.
"Umm...yeah." I mentally start tracking down my clothes and casually grab my phone for a quick getaway.  You know, just in case.
"Does she swing too?"
I'm not entirely sure where this convo is going, so I hedge.
"She might be open to it." If she's drunk, I didn't add.
"Is she cute?"
"I think so."
"Are you thinking of dating me too?"
Aw shit!  I can't lie, it would be cruel if I did and I already took her for the test drive.
"I thought about it, yes. But I don't think we would be a good match."
"I see." 
I look at her closely, I can almost feel my heart beating through my chest and beads of sweat are ready to pour out.

"Yeah, you're a great guy, but I don't think we would be good together.  I hope it works out with you too."
With that, she proceeds to snuggle with me again.

I take a moment to breathe and savor a moment to relax.

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So Long Andi...

It's amazing how much of my life is ruled by email or texting.

While running around at work one night last week I get a text msg.

Andi: "Hi. Sorry I haven't called. Been busy."
Me: "so have I."
Andi: "Just wanted to let you know that I miss talking to you, I've been very busy."
Me: "I know. Been thinking about what we discussed last time?"
Andi: "Yes. I want you back in my life, my family asks about you from time to time."
Me:"Well, give my regards."
Andi:"Sorry I didn't call the other night when you said you were available, but I had fallen asleep."
To be fair, the conversation happened at 3 in the morning.
Me:"I figured.  But time has passed."
Silence for 10 minutes.
Andi:"I have to go. My number is __________  Call me?"
Me:"No. You call me. I'm done calling to find you're too busy."

That was the last I heard from her 4 days ago.  It was another tough goodbye.

These are getting to be tiresome.

A date with Lumens....

Lumens and I talked briefly and decided to have a dinner date last week.
Well, it wasn't really much of a dinner. 
I picked up some Gyros on the way to her place.
Really wasn't much of a date, either;  we picked at our food  talking until it was decided we needed to go the bedroom after only 10 minutes.
Nothing really earth shattering, just a nice relaxing romp.
Later on, we were simply lying there while I was reviewing emails on my phone when we talking about future party details.  She talked about her fantasies, future party possibilities, and other things in everyday life.
While the sex was satisfying, it just reaffirmed my decision to simply have her as a party girl and not as one for dating.
Fortunately, she was cool with the situation as it was.

Pity about the Gyros, though.  I was hungry.

Jumping through hoops? Nah.

I have gotten quite a few responses from my little ad, but a few were just asking for too much.

One I shall mention is SW:

SW seemed like a charming women, about my age and immediately started talking and sent her a photo. The three photos she sent made her seems whimsical and seemed to have a sunny disposition, including a bodyshot of her in a dress which, I assume was going on a night out. The photo I usually send is a recent one from a trip to New York on a weekend trip that included a Yankees game (Yes, I travel to other cities for games.), but it also shows me slightly inebriated, but still a good photo. We chatted for a bit and finally sent her my number.

Before she would call, she demanded a SOBER photo, so I hunted the only recent photo there was of me sober. Almost the exact same pose, but during the daytime (about half an hour before the drinking started).

Then she asked for a full bodyshot like I the one she had sent me.
Again, I don't take photos of myself and any photos I DO have are in the possession of friends. I was a bit peeved about this, I searched through my files. I literally have THOUSANDS of photos and eventually found a full body shot of me about six years ago in a Tux in which I was a few tons lighter.

No.

If she wants to talk to me, she can do it on the photos I gave her. The sunny disposition she had showed initially, to me, showed that she was someone who didn't trust people's pictures and won't meet them until she knows what they look like.
Now, granted, I don't think it's unreasonable, but if I don't have a photo, I just don't have a photo.
Yes, I can go to the bathroom and take a new one, but it'll suck.

Nice knowin' ya SW.

Another infuriating email I have received by a girl that just had one sentence:

"Can I see your photo first?"

WTF? No "Hi?", no other preamble what-so-ever?

Good lord, ladies!

The stars aligned...

Quite a bit happened this week. Got some really whacked out responses and a few twists in some of the emails I received.
KM called up for another chance to make up for last weekend, and I couldn't help but accept, but more about that, and other stuff, in a later post.

The thing I wanted to talk about how, for some reason, my mind is shifting to "Wanting a relationship" mode.
Yes, my mind is shifting a bit TOO much into it.
Yes, I want a "We", but I don't want to become blind to the realities of dating.
Actually, I need to rephrase that, more like the "Dangers" of dating.
It happens to all of us in some form once we have an objective in mind. We have a tendency to develop a sense of tunnel vision that filters all other things out to our detriment.
When I'm looking for people for my parties, I don't think about the peripheral stuff. I don't care what issues aside their being mentally stable/reliable enough to handle some adult fun.
When you're focused on trying to find someone for a "Relationship", the focus has to change a bit. You have to widen your idiot/geek/psycho/trekkie/psychic/SCA enthusiast detector to a more sensitive setting.
Basically, you have to look at a person as a total package and I think I have been too much of a dumbass to reset those parameters in my head.

I kept thinking how I am not acting like my rational self. I'm not blowing off women who are in the least bit flakey like I normally would. So for those 3 people that have been reading my idiot mistakes, I apologize. On my way to my date, this is what was going through my head as I was going to the restaurant.
Generally when I walk anywhere, I take in everything that is going on around me.
Bits of conversation.
Sounds of traffic. (lest I get run over)
See various people are doing.
What struck me was that I had just turned behind an elderly couple. Initialy I dismissed them as I kept pace behind them (I wasn't in a hurry, and I didn't want to rush them), but the more I looked, the more I was envious.
They were at least in their late 70, walking hand in hand. It was the hand holding that really got me. It wasn't the "don't fall behind" grasp, but a tender touch that they both took pains to maintain.
As I got in closer, it became more obvious on movie they had watched and were having a deep discussion about it. As they turned to where their car was parked, I faintly heard, "My life would be empty without you."
I WANT that. I want someone to be old with!
They kept on their perpendicular path and the husband looked at me. Apparently surprised I was so close behind them.
He nodded his head at me in greeting and I smiled back.
I wiped the mist from my eyes (I can be an old softy and romantic), and continued on my way
Deciding that if this didn't work, made myself promise this was the last shot she had.

A new posting.....a step forward

After KM's little Sunday meeting fiasco, I figured it was time to start moving on, so I put up a new ad that said the following:

I am a SHM41 looking for some, but not all the attributes listed.

SF, 36-45. Can be HWB or "pleasantly plump."
(Pleasantly plump is about 70lbs over)
As you guessed, personality is more important to me.

Play chess
Enjoy/tolerate baseball
Able to talk about a wide variety of subjects with an open mind.
Is able to adjust to a wide variety of situations.
Be able to be calm under pressure.
Self assured and is able to tell me to shut up occasionally.
Kids OK.
Previous line meant that you HAVE kids, not that kids write me.
Knowledgeable about current events.
Politically flexible. No far right or left wingers.
Not be shy in many aspects of a relationship.
Have more kinks than a cheap gold chain.
Non judgemental.
Is a better speller than I am.
Enjoys going to movies and other activies.
Must be able to blow me away with a look.

Perfect (and otherwise) women apply within.  

Aside from the fact that I typed this up at from my car over a period of 3 hours, I didn't think it was half bad. I remembered a key phrase that I used consistantly years ago. In fact, anyone that I know that reads this phrase will instantly know its me, but since my friends have gone to the four winds years ago, I'm not worried.

It's not like I use the phrase in everyday conversation, hence the small change in the blog.

2 hours later, I have gotten several replies, after a meeting or so, I'll mention them on here later.

While editing this post, KM texted me.  I'll post about that later.

What? What? NO!

MINUTES after I posted my last entry, while I am reaching for my fourth glass of wine, the phone buzzes and scared the shit out of me.
KM's picture is grinning at me as the phone cheerfully announces that she is on the other side.
Taking a deep breath, I muster total calm.  Complete calm.  Inhale.
Breathe.

"Hi, Sweetie!"
"Are you mad at me?"  Did my tone give it away?
"Well, I AM a bit peeved." Fuck it. Gotta be honest.
"Why?" WHY?  She asks WHY??
"Because you left me hanging, I didn't know what was going on." Again. Be honest.
Okay, everything is on the table.
Let's roll the dice.
"Well, I was busy with the kids and..." She continued for several minutes...Until I finally had to interrupt.
"Look, I understand SIX kids can be a handful. I get it, I just wished you could have simply told me what was going on."
"I know. I suck.  I'm really bad about that."
"That's all I ask.  Keep me informed."
"I know, I suck at that."  If she knows that, why can't she correct it?
"So, where at you at now?"
"Home."
"Oh, I guess you wouldn't want to hang out with me, being irritated and all."
"No. Not irritated. Peeved.  Difference."
"Oh?"  C'mon!  I don't wanna' parse words!
"Yes. Peeved."
"Well, if you're peeved at me, you probably wouldn't want to be with me tonight."
What?  What? No! I'll be with you tonight!  Really!
"Whatever you wish to do, doll.  I am at your service."
"Well, let me take care of things here and I'll let you know."  FUCK! WOMAN! Make a decision!!, "Besides, I'm not showered, I've been up all day..." 
My hopes for tonight are being squashed by a ton of excuses.
"You DO know they have showers in hotels, if that is what you want to do."  Okay. that came out snarky, but, whatever.
"I know, I...well, I don't know what to do tonight." You want to be with me!  I'll hold your hand! I'll massage your feet!  I just want to spend time with you!
"Well, whatever you feel comfortable with, I'm okay." Total lie.  I'll sulk like a kid if I don't see her.
"Okay, well, I'll call you back."


ARGH!
Oh good lord!
As I'm opening up my 2nd bottle, I hear my phone buzz and I'm immediately tempted to throw it down the garbage disposal.
I read the text message and I almost lose it:

"Let's skip tonight. I am really not good company."

My reaction is a bit more childish I've thought I'd be.  I throw every pillow and cushion within reach.
After a couple of minutes, I sit on my now, VERY uncomfortable couch with my cat begging to be scratched.

So much for having a little Pussy and now I'm incredibly drunk.

Text Messaging Hell

Why am I here?  Here is the answer:

At 4pm, I go to a bar near where I had hoped we would either have our dinner, a movie, or straight to our Hotel.

Since I didn't know exactly when she was going to drop the kiddos off, I figure I'd send her a quick text to say Hi and see how she is doing:

"Hey, Doll."
"How are you?"
"Good now that you answered. :) Wassup? Dinner? Movie? Both?"
"Why wouldn't I?"  Uh-oh
"I am just teasing, silly."
"Ah. Do what you think is best."  Okay, sounds reasonable. Idiot comment neutralized.
"What I think is best is better with you at my side."  Didn't really care what we did, I just wanted her near me.
"Oh Lord."  Yeah, I expected that response.  Hopefully she cracked a smile at my lame line.
"What? :)"
"You probably just want me to say we can skip all the preliminaries and get right to the sex."  While I would not mind it, the tone did NOT sound good.
"I'm totally agreeable to what you want."  I took a moment to analyze the sentence to make sure there was no stupidity in there somewhere, but I was getting peeved at the remark.
"Whatever is fine." Fine? Danger!  Oh shit. How did I fuck this up?
I go back to re-read what I sent and everything looked fairly free of male stupidity.
"Fine.  If you're hungry, dinner. If not, perhaps a movie.  If you're not in the mood, I'll do hand puppets."
Reading the statement over again.  Flexible overtones with a hint of humor. Okay.
"Just sex is great. That is what you want anyway." WTF? HOW did THAT happen?
"Oh? Didn't realize I was twisting your arm. LOL.  When am I going to be graced with your presence?"
FUCK! I hit send before I could edit it!
"I do not know. I am in a crappy mood."  What The-?
I sit stunned looking at the phone.  I briefly ponder asking the bartender for a whiskey, but think better of it.
There is no point. I beat a hasty retreat:
"I'm sorry. Want to blow it off today or just hang out."  See? no sex. No mention of sex! nothing!
"Do not know yet." OH COME ON!  I realized a few seconds later that everyone in the bar was looking at me.  I guess I said it out loud. VERY loudly.
"K. Going to work for awhile. Hope you feel better, Doll."
I waited for two drinks for a response.  Nothing.
ARGH!
I calmly get up, and decide on some grocery shopping.  It was due.
As I get out of the car, the SAME homeless guy I see everytime I go to the store is about to ask me for money.
He never remembers me.
"WHAT THE FUCK? Don't you know I NEVER give you money?  If I come back with some cocaine will you do me a favor and suck it up so you'll just DIE?", I said it at the top of my voice.
Yeah, maybe I was a bit tense. I immediately start driving home and at the light I squeeze off a text:
"On my way home, Doll.  Call me later if you feel better."
Two hours passed since I got a txt from her to the time I sent her that one.

'Scuse me while I go kill some innocent pillows.

Sunday, make it or break it?

You know, I'm am entirely too nervous for this.  This is a DATE, an actual date!
Ever since I've gone on my little quest, I've been startled on how difficult it is.  I mean, C'MON!  What woman wouldn't WANT a guy that  wants to (potentially) put aside a a lifestyle he's known for years.

As KM so gently put it, I AM pervert.  To ask exposing one of my favorite sayings, "I have more kinks than a cheap gold chain."

But I want to DATE this girl, I LIKE this girl, six kids?  No biggie, I've been a father before, it's easy to hide bodies.
I AM kidding.  Really.
Okay, so we have had a few bumps in the road, a few twists, and some misunderstandings, but since our last talk, I feel confident that we can go ahead and start dating.  I mean, get I HOPE she's into me, but women have a mind of their own, so only time will tell.

So right now, sitting on my couch, I am sweating like the male chauvinistic pig people think I am, freshly shaven, putting on a nice shirt and pants.  I am SCARED out of my mind. Looking at it objectively, its funny as hell.
I KNOW we're going to a hotel, I KNOW we're going to have sex.  So why am I am rambling on a blog that maybe three people read once a week, that I'm nervous as shit?
I mean, C'mon! I've had some doozy encounters with people I haven't met before in which I didn't really have to do much to get laid, but I don't think people at NASA put this much thought into their shuttle as I am putting on this "date".
In fact, can it be considered a date, or is it an "extended booty" call.

Fuck!  I feel like such a girl about this shit.

A day with Lumens was enlightening

Today, I decided that Lumens and I were going to go out, I blew off our plans on Tuesday, so I could spend more time with KM, which turned into a bizarre late dinner, but it worked out all the same.
This was to be awesome sex, followed by a lovely dinner, followed by more fantastic sex.
We made tentative plans for today and she called me as I was heading out the door to pretend to work.
"So are you heading over?"
"For Sex, food, Sex?"
"Yeah, but I haven't eaten lunch and I'm starving, do you mind if we eat first?"
"Sure.  Not a problem."
Looking at the Hell that is Rush Hour in Houston, I told her 40 minutes.
We get there and I walk into her modest home, which is in the same Neighborhood where The Psycho Bitch is.  She invites me in for a moment to finish getting ready.
GOOD LORD! You had 40 minutes! 
Women.
Fortunately, all she had to do is change her blouse, put on some lipstick.
As I take in her surroundings, my eye focused on one thing.
A bong.
Not a big bong, but a bong. I chose to ignore that bit, but I kept it to myself.
She was just about to apply her lipstick when the words, that struck me speechless were, "I'll be outside in a moment, I'm going to take a few hits first."
I went outside to bring the car around and she joined me a couple of minutes later.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am NOT a prude by any stretch of anyone's imagination.  I respect everyone's methods for relaxation, but drugs isn't one. 
Okay, it's only pot.  So I blew it off, so to speak.

When dinner came around, the conversation was bland.
Very bland.
Oh. My. God, Bland.
I kept thinking, that the sex would be worth it.

After we went back, she we chit-chatted a bit.  My brain slowly went to sleep.  I almost had a male version of a triad moment as to whether or not this is worth it.

As we started head over to the bedroom, she started to get undressed and I followed her lead.  Up until she grabbed her BEDSIDE BONG!

Now, my lying nude next to a woman that is also nude may not bring warm fuzzy feelings to you, but imagine my irritation as she proceeded to take a few hits from that. 
At least she was kind enough to offer, but I passed.

The sex wasn't as special as I remembered it.  The Intensity of our bodies weren't there.  Turns out she even loved anal!
Nope. Not enough.

After a few hours, I found myself in the car, wishing that I could shower the date away.

So much for her being dating material.  I decided that perhaps she wasn't the ideal person I was thinking of.

Maybe I'll just invite her to my parties, or whatever, but I don't think we'd be a good match afterall.

Bummer, but whatever, I just hope KM works out.

Tuesday Mixups and talks. C'mon Sunday!

Having been worried with the potential of having Lumens with me on a date (an extended sexual romp, actually, but whatever.), I decided to put off meeting with her and just deal with KM, since the chemistry is so there for us.  Besides, Lumens and I can virtually meet whenever, and I consider time with KM a bit more of a rare commodity.
Ten minutes after I hung up the phone with Lumens, KM called, figuring she'd tell me what time she wanted to meet tonight:
"Hey!"  Uh-oh.  It's THAT tone.
"Hey sweetie, wassup?"
"The shipment is really screwed up.  Can't make tonight. I'm sorry."  I can hear commotion in the background of people running around.
"Don't worry about it."  Was all I could muster, but I knew work had a tendency to be hellish at times.
"How about Sunday night at 6?  I am totally yours, you can use me as you will." She said between telling people what to do and asking another question of someone.
"How can I resist such an offer.  Deal.  I'll even take you on a date and see a movie."
"A Date? What's that?   I would LOVE a movie."  Listen, I have to go, you're not mad at me, are you?"
"Nah." As long as we have a firm schedule in place.  We're cool.
As long as she KEPT it, that is.
"Great! Just have to drop off the kids and my body is yours."  I heard a massive crash of something hitting the floor, "Gotta go! Bye!" and immediately hung up.

Well, my plans for today is totally shot.
Business was exceedingly slow to the point I was playing with a game on my G1 for a couple of hours.

10pm passes by when my phone rings:
"Hey baby, just got home, I was able to finish early, and about to hit bed."
"Aw, poor baby, if I would have known you left early, I would have taken you to late snack."
"I AM starving.....maybe meet for a few minutes? IHOP?"
"Sure!"  We needed to have "The Talk" we never got around to.
At 11:08pm, I got the "On my way", TXT."
We arrived within minutes of each other and as we sat down, my heart started racing.
Yes.  I REALLY missed her and was anxious to have some face time with her.
Having held hands for a moment, she realized she needed start "The Talk."
"First off, you're a pervert."  She begins.
"Yes I am." was my deadpan response.
"I don't know if I can handle that."
"Handle what?" Was curious, of course.
"You like quite a few things."
"Yes I do."  If she only knew.
"I don't think you'd be satisfied with JUST ME."
"Well, if things go well with us, you won't have to worry about that."  I truly meant it.
Basically, she was saying that she wasn't sure she would be interested in multiple sex partners, Adult Bookstores, etc.

See, I left out quite a bit during our little romp, including talking about going to an adult bookstore (which SHE suggested!) to have sex (since she didn't want to be seen as a "Ho'" to her roomie), but she was barefoot, so I nixed that idea.  Or, talking VERY dirty to her in the middle of fingering her ass during an intense orgasm which included, wondering if she wanted another cock to play with (which she was VERY open to), or my doing a "break in" one night.  Nor did I mention her walking out of the house nude, except for my trench coat and going to a nearby grocery store because she neede cream.
Yes, make your own jokes.
According to her now, she can barely recall getting in my car, but has vague memories of being VERY turned on by the experience.
I confirmed this by our makout session in the car afterwards that I reminded her about.  Her face turned VERY red at that point.


To reassure her, I told her that I would go at her pace on whatever she wanted to do WHEN she wanted to do it.  She would dictate what/who would be in bed with us.

Did I mention I could be VERY pursuasive? No?  I can be.

We also talked about communications, or lack of it.
I gave some examples of what I expected.   Don't need an immediate response to every text, but merely an acknowledgement of it...eventually.
She mentioned that since she's with her kids, things can be crazy.  I assured her that I knew how kids can teleport if you don't pay attention to them.
"Yeah, three of them are great about that, but the three older ones are generally good about keeping an eye on them when I have all of them."
I stopped mid-chew.
"I thought you had five?"
"No. Six."
"Where'd I get five?"
"Don't know, because I woudn't say five."
Okay. She has six kids.  Did I mention she looks AWESOME for the number of kids she has had? No.  Tkae my word for it.
"See? That's a good example!"
"I see your point."

We discussed quite a few things, and again, we resolved some other issues, our waitress got an earful of good gossip.

We both got up and left hand in hand towards her car, stealing kisses all along the way.  She didn't want to leave, nor did I WANT her to leave, so we sat there trading little kisses, bites to the neck, making suggestive remarks, and playing with her VERY satiny and elastic pants like she wore several weeks ago. The suggestion of  our going to my car to recreate things almost left my lips, but she had a long day ahead of her and she needed her sleep.
Leaving seconds behind her and kept her in my view until she took her exit and I continued on.

I was missing her already, but was more optimistic in our dating potential and there is always sunday. :)

Suddenly, I have OPTIONS??

the CL phone rings on a very boring, cold, and dreary evening here.
"HI, sweetie! Remember me?  We spent a little time together at the hotel on Saturday."
LUMENS!  How appropriate that she would bring a little sunshine to my day!
"Hey, how're you doing, Doll?"
We continued BSing for a few minutes on how her day went, when out of the blue:
"You know, I was wondering if we can have some time together Tomorrow, if you're not busy."
Business was practically dead and my schedule was enormously flexible.
"Same Hotel? When?"
"I get off work at 4, say, 6pm?"
"Sounds like a date!"
We continued talking about lousy the weather was supposed to be over the next couple of days.  
I didn't care, it was going to be sunny for me and it was looking to be a good week.  At least on the sex and potentially, relationship side. We got along fairly well, the sex seemed right, but the personality didn't quite mesh. But I figure that we could spend some time to know each other, we can figure that out in short order. She was open to dating or swinging together. 
I get a text from KM, apologizing about not replying to my text msgs of, "How's my pretty, pretty princess?" but that she was literally putting out fires at work.  We txt a few things and suddenly no response.
Whatever.  Typical of her not respond to txt msgs and, quite frankly, sick of her not following up on her communicating like she promised.

Allow me to backtrack a bit:
Over the past few weeks, I've been sending her with txt messages once or twice a day of "Hi!", "MOO!", and just plain silly things to acknowledge me in some way.
I rarely know when she's at work and I know she's busy enough AT work to not talk to me on the phone.   So I was hoping to get the occasional "Miss you" or whatever.
After a week or so, I finally called and confronted her about it.  I wanted to know if she fully intended to just blow me off or what.
Her response threw me off: 
"I know. I suck.  I'm bad at communicating. I get so involved at work and with the kids (just found out they had *5!* of which her ex has sole custody, but didn't elaborate on custody issues.) when they're in town, I just focus on that!"
Being a single father (she's in college now),  I didn't blame her and felt terrible.
I told her that we'll give January a shot to DATE and see if we're for real or not, December is a month with craziness of Holiday Parties, family, kids home from school, etc.
She readily agreed to the terms and PROMISED she would at least text me a "HI" from time to time.

Back to tonight (last night, whatever), my night droned on a slow business night, I had booked the hotel, fully intending to spend only a few hours.
No sooner had I finished reservations is when my phone rang.
KM!  it was 11:15pm?  What was she doing up?
"Sorry! My phone battery died and I didn't have a charger in the car!"
"Hey, it happens." Granted, mostly to her, but again, 'Whatever.' For all I know it's an excuse.
"Your 'Princess' txt really made my day, though!"
I said a few choice words that escaped my lips and I heard her wince.
"I deserved that.  Can I see you tomorrow night?"
"Sure! Meet where? Waffle house or something for a quick snack before you go to bed?"  I totally forgot about Lumens.
"That sounds good.  If everything works out...maybe 11pm?"
Okay, that means my ending my date with Lumens early, but I'm okay with that. It's mostly sex.
Hell, if things go well, I'll just beg my way out for an hour or so, meet up with KM and then go back to the room.
Brilliant!
"Awesome.  11pm it is!"
"Maybe we can sneak over to my House for a bit?  I REALLY want to make it up to you. But I can't promise the time, might be early or late. We're expecting a shipment in."
Uh-oh.
"Umm....Sure."
FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!
"Great! I'll Text you what time."
We hung up and suddenly I'm terrified.
I COULD proceed with my date with Lumens, end it a bit early, shower, and meet up with KM....
But that would only leave a few hours with Lumens....
No guarantee that KM would keep her appointment....
Lumens is promising, but currently I REALLY like KM.
KM SEEMS to be trying to make it work....
Lumens is okay with dating and swinging....
Suddenly, I'm feeling a little "Skeezy."  Maybe KS was right afterall.

Cast Of Characters.

Updated 12/15/09

A list of women that I considered, or have, dated over the past couple of years. Latina and Lauren are on the top of the list because they are the ones that I've had more history with and could potentially be more involved in my life. Storm cloud is only mentioned briefly, because dating is not an option. Sharon is only mentioned briefly because she's not on my "dating" radar. Most of the people on my "Hobby" blog, because I don't really intend to have a lasting "dating" relationship. If they make it on my "Dating" blog, then okay.

Yeah, I know. It confuses me too.
It's my blog, deal with it.

Football Fan: She is a woman about 5 years my junior. Led a bit of a kinky lifestyle as well and had an incredible"first meeting." We've recently started talking about kids, she wants another, but is perfectly fine with my being done with kids. So far we seemed to fit quite well, there are a few minor issues and bumps, but so far everything is good. Got to meet the kids and it wasn't too telling so far. But that's the next step.

Teaser: Met and went on a date in just over a week, but considering the circumstances, I don't know if we can do a date thing. She stated that she had been in the lifestyle previously, but wasn't inclined on going down that road, but she did seem to be slightly interested in my hobby. She seems very bright and you can tell there is a sexual side of her that made me drool a bit when we first met and I'm looking forward to our next date. I'm not just typing this because she might be reading it. In the end, I don't think anything is going to come out of it, so I'm just going to let it simmer. We still talk occasionally, though.

Andi: Lady friend that I had been seeing for about two years, but for some reason, dropped me like a hot potato during a trip. It sucked hard. She never knew of my Hobby, and after our last big blow up, she has been rather persistent in contacting me, but our "vibe" never came back and wasn't interesting in contacting her again so I tried scare her off, only to find out it's something she wants to do. She hints that I shouldn't give up on her, but since Teaser isn't a sure thing, I'm keeping my options open. For now.

Latina: Nice girl, we got along quite well politically, but she had weird opinions on moon landings and such. After a couple of days of losing contact with each other, I figured I'd just pull the plug.

KM: Were "semi-dating" we liked each other, but the scheduling really isn't conducive for a typical relationship. The challenges at the beginning of our dating was unreal, but I REALLY liked her, since she is fresh out of a divorce, she doesn't seem to handle the dating scene. We got our issues resolved for the most part, we seem to enjoy sex with each other, but still quite a road to travel. We have talked since that episode, so we're still cool. It's done. She couldn't handle the fact that she didn't "desire" to see me, particularly with her busy schedule. So, for now we're "Friends", she doesn't want a casual sexual relationship, so for now on...I am no longer calling her. It's over, at least that's what I keep telling myself. Unfortunately, I still find myself near where she lives and works, so I have to fight the urge to tell her that I miss her. She tried contacting me again recently, but I think I totally screwed it up to the point where I probably will never hear from her again.

Lauren: We got along well and turns out we have a few things we have in common. We fit fairly well, except for our schedules, but in the end, another person she was dating was starting to turn a bit serious, so she decided to call it off.


Stella: Someone that I dated in the past. Always bailed her out of whatever mess she wound up in. Her ability to make crucial life decisions was incredibly deficient. Since she called again recently, she's been suffering with medical issues which were a direct result of her not following my advice. We lost contact with each other, but every couple of years she manages to find me. It's tormenting to hear her, I know she needs me, but I can't always be there to bail her out when she makes shitty decisions. Haven't heard from her since the last post I mentioned her in. I hope it stays that way, but I will always Love and miss her. She tried contacting me recently when her daughter came into town, but I never returned her texts.

Sharon: Initially she was the Married Anonymous Psycho (she still is psycho, but not anonymous...to me), who apparently likes to be roughed up and forced. She's Batshit crazy. Period. Dating isn't an option for this one and since has left town because of a divorce.

Storm Cloud: Is someone I have been "seeing" off and on for at last 15 years. We used to date, but came with some really wild luggage. We maintained our sexual relationship (a bit) during her Marriage. Currently I'm HER booty call. It's nice to know I have one talent she enjoys. I believe she FINALLY moved in with her boyfriend and that means we probably won't see each other again. Believe it or not, it's a bit of a relief.

KS: A perspective person for dating who happens to also enjoy my hobby. Didn't work out, apparently, she thought I was skeezy or something. whatever.


Lumens: Someone that was originally on the OTHER blog, but we might actually start dating, but I'm not entirely sure. She has a slim build and is attractive, but ordinarily not my type as far as personality goes. But I'm willing to give her a fair shot. Who knows, I could be surprised! She wasn't for me, but she will be more involved in my other blog as I ramp up more parties. Has pretty much dropped off the face of the earth after getting a new job and boyfriend.

GD: "Psychic chick" is what her moniker should have been. Totally sweet person, but she had too much in her life going on, plus she was also moving into another drama filled episode of her life. I wish her well, I really do.

S: Was dating material, but after the party, she went a little insane. Later did I find out that she was like super hard core left wing. We're talking Hanging out with Cindy Sheehan, nuts. Left me a 4 page hate letter with several bullet points because I didn't call her enough. She was intense AND crazy. Pity she was my kind of kinky.

Anonymous One: This is going to make me sound bad. But I REALLY don't remember her name. I liked her, but the distance was too great and eventually blew it off. She understood and only talked once or twice after this adventure.