For the most part, the memorial went off without a hitch. Today is a new day, and I refuse to dwell on what happened yesterday.
The married guy, I'll call him Snow, that I'm considering having an affair with has confirmed that it's his fantasy, too. So I'm considering getting some sympathy sex from him sometime this week. He says he's scared that he's taking advantage of my weakness. I can imagine him saying that if he came to see me right after my father passed and through teary welled up eyes, I began to kiss him and slowly let a strap fall off of my shoulder while unbuckling his belt, but this is after-the-fact, and I just want my sympathy sex, dammit. Anyway, since Angel is working this week, hopefully, I can just have him drive down from the city and seduce him, then. I love the fact that he's almost 20 years older than I am, and can handle the fact that I'm utterly selfish in bed. There should be more single guys like him. I have yet to find one. Not to say that I don't spend my fair share of time on my partner, I just like more time spent on, myself.
Today seems like it's going to be a lazy, drawn out day. It's exactly what I need right now.
Oh and I'm corresponding with some guy from New York. No, I have no idea who he is. He bought something off of me on Ebay, and decided he liked the way my stationary smelled. I really need to stop spraying my perfume on things to get positive feedback. After talking to him for a few minutes via IM last night, I've deemed him a 'non-stalker threat'. I'll call him, Mad Lib, since I'm sending him a book of Mad Libs (I haven't played with them since I was 10) and a sweet nothing note on Playboy stationary, sprinkle it with Paris Hilton perfume, and a little kiss with the rockabilly red lipstick I wear everyday. So Mad Lib is a pilot, which I find extremely, sexy. What is it about guys in uniform, anyway?
So, Snow, is hopefully driving down to give me sympathy sex, and I'm sending sweet nothings to a man I don't even know from the internet. Maybe it's time I found a new hobby.
Needing a quickie,
S
p.s. Roxy says she's sending me a check to help with the memorial costs. If she does, in fact send me something, I might have to take back some of the shit I've written about her. Nah....
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Sympathy sex is always comforting, kind of like chocolate. And if someone's asking for sex its impossible to take advantage of their weakness, you take advantage of them if you are aggressive in asking for sex.
ReplyDeleteAs to men who don't mind people being selfish in bed, you'll find it tends to come from men who've had quite a few partners. There's a sort of satisfaction in watching someone writhing under you with just the right touch.
Mr, Rabbit,
ReplyDeleteI think that you're only taking advantage if someone is a completely vulnerable state. Even then, I can't imagine crying, "I can't believe you did that to me!" If anything, it helps to distract your mind from whatever just happened. If you feel guilty afterward, that's your own damn fault.
Older, more experienced men have always made me happier. Since I was a teenager, I've looked toward older men to satisfy my urges. Younger men tend to me more selfish and reserved. On occasion, I'm the one that wants a man going crazy in the way he's made me, but men are so much different in bed.
First time reader, I know from expierience (tho I might not be able to spell it) talking helps and maybe more so than sympathy sex... I'm sorry for your loss. I felt the same about my ma, she had a running bill of money that I owed her from shit I guess that should've been included in raising me???? I don't know where I'm going with this but if you need to talk I do know what your going through, except with the sympathy sex....
ReplyDeleteTalking has not really been an alternative and writing about things that I'm sad about usually just ends with me in tears at the computer. But sympathy sex, really does clear the mind. I'm no nympho, but I do know what is good for me.
ReplyDeleteWhere I come from we would call you a whore.
ReplyDeletea soldiers girl,
ReplyDeleteWell isn't that lovely. In my opinion, a whore is someone that's paid to have sex or gets a lot of sex, or walks around in slutty clothes and hits on random guys, taking them home for dinner and dessert. I haven't been with a guy for almost a year. I've considered flings, and I write about considering them. If that makes me a whore, in your eyes, I'm not going to apologize. :)
No sister you're a whore. Any woman that would write that to a married man knows what she's doing.
ReplyDeleteThe Poet
If you had actually read my post, you would see that the married man is someone I know. The guy from NY is not married and I've never met him, nor will I. You can continue to fling insults at me, under an anonymous identity or you can fuck off and find someone else that's willing to argue. This blog is my place to write about my life. If for some reason, I offend you to the point that you need to insult me, maybe you're on the wrong blog.
ReplyDeleteIt is not my place, but if you have the class I think you have, you will delete the comments and his to spare the mans wife.
ReplyDeleteYou and I both know how that could be mistaken by another woman.
Sue Johnson, KY
Don't play stupid, I'm refering to gruntsht and you know it. It was very clever of you to ask if he had deleted your comment, wife would think he didn’t want her to see it. He is a married man in a war zone and you are fucking with him. Don’t play innocent, anyone with a vagina will get it. You won’t delete the comments because you love the attention you sick bitch. He said something innocent and you took advantage. You wouldn't even make a good whore in training. I hope his wife kicks the shit out of you.
ReplyDeleteYou know who the fuck I am.
I won't delete the comments because I'm totally getting a kick out of you paranoid bitches. I'm sorry but I have no idea who you are, nor do I really care to. I don't know him and he came to my blog for the first time yesterday. I honestly, don't know anyone that comes here, nor do I have any idea how any of you find me, but I really suggest therapy. I have to admit, I'm finding it amusing that you think you know me. I don't know any of you people.
ReplyDeletePlease, take your medication, and go back to bed.
This is gruntshts wife, and I have to say, that I am completely unaware of what you are referring to as our "problems". I am not jealous nor am I insecure however, I do think it is sad that you feel it necessary to converse with another woman's husband and to say bad things about me when you don't even know me. We have been married for 9 years and we have three beautiful children whom you are hurting with your comments. My husband could die at any moment and how do you suppose I would deal with that after reading something like this? PS. Thanks to the other women who are sticking up for me...oh and one more thing- if I knew who she was or where she lived for real...I would kick the shit out of her for the simple fact that she is selfish and is trying to seduce MY husband.
ReplyDeletei dont understand what's the deal with people.why be such snobs and act prudish.i mean this is your blog you can be yourself, how can you let 'em sit and judge you, and type in shitty comments.and even if they do, i think you don't owe any of 'em any explanation.it's none of their business.
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