A Cautionary Tale

I get asked occasionally by some of my lovely followers if they could be one of my boytoys? It's flattering to read such comments. You all know I am not new to dating websites. I'm sure I could write a book on them. I am fortunate that I receive many, many messages daily and in my pursuit of new men to play with, a girl has to become savvy at this game. 

There's so much I can tell just from a guys profile pic including their username, their bio, and the first message they send me. I will not ever understand why a guy would call himself something creepy like, "HardAllNight" (not a real name as far as I know; I made it up to make a point...if it's you PLEASE change it right now!!!) send a pic of their dick and message like, "Hey babe I can make you squirt all night". I mean, REALLY??? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK A WOMAN, ANY WOMAN WOULD RESPOND TO THAT????

So of course those get deleted immediately. I throw up a little every time. 

Choosing who to respond to is more than looks, but yes, I'm just like you, I have my "type" and I will always respond to someone who is that. So, without further ado, let me tell you what happened to me last night. It is one for the record books. I couldn't wait to sit down and tell you about it!!!

I got a message from "gangbangboyz"  last night, and yeah, red flag number 1. Creepy name. But his profile pic was smokin' hot, honestly?? He was the hottest guy I think I've ever seen in my entire life. (This should've been red flag number 2 but hey, he fit my "type" so I was interested). His first message should've been red flag number 3 but I was feeling a little turned on by his picture. Without punctuation (one of my BIGGEST pet peeves!) he wrote, "up for a gangbang". Not even a question mark!!! SERIOUSLY??? LOL

Now, I am a kinky sort of girl, and I have fantasies of doing the entire band Avenged Sevenfold all at the same time, so the fact that he suggested a gangbang didn't offend me. I just answered, "not really, but I'd really like to fuck YOU! YOU'RE THE HOTTEST GUY I'VE EVER SEEN ON HERE!!!!" He acted all sweet and innocent, complimentary and nice. My favorite type of guy. Self-deprecating. So it wasn't long till I gave him my phone number and he texted me right away. He began telling me how he was a professional gambler and brought home $9000 a month. At this point, this was Red Flag #1. His age was 25. I was turned off big time by this information. I imagined him sitting at blackjack tables (that was his game he said) with dark sunglasses on, cheating house after house. I said, "I can't believe you haven't gotten thrown out." It wasn't a compliment.

He said his name was Jordan, and that he travels all over the world to casino. He mentioned my home town and it was obvious he did travel. I was starting to get a little intrigued now. I kept glancing at his profile pic and imagining him as he was texting me. So it got to the point where I wanted to meet him. He said, "tonight?" and I answered, "you don't get a date with me THAT easy! I need to see some pics of you. Snapchat?" and he didn't say yes or no. Then he said, "I'm getting a new phone tomorrow, I'll send you some then." RED FLAG #2. I thought, "this guy is playing me." I was starting to get pissed off.

Baiting him now, I said, "Do you have Facebook?" and again, he changed the subject and didn't answer. I looked at his profile again, and that's when it hit me he had only the one profile pic on it. Just a gorgeous, gorgeous face pic of a young guy probably no more than 25 like it said. I clicked on "Details" and there weren't any except that he was straight. It was at that moment I also realized there was absolutely NO bio on him at all. Not even something trite and simple like, "Cats are my life" or "Engineer by day and master chef in my kitchen by night." NOTHING. NADA. ZIP.

I added the red flags up and the evidence was overwhelming.

So I texted him, "I have to be honest with you...my gut is telling me you're catfishing me. You have only one pic on your profile (red flag #1) and no info about you at all (red flag #2). You have no pics of yourself on your phone. (red flag #3). Who doesn't have pictures of themselves on their phone, even if they're getting a new one the next day? And I asked you if you have Facebook and Snapchat and you didn't answer (red flags #4 and 5).

He responded, "Ok gorgeous good night."

I was so pissed.

I wrote, "??? Prove me wrong!!" 

He then sent me a pic of his dick. I threw up a little again. 

I went to his profile page and clicked on "option", and reported him to OkCupid. They said they'd respond with "quick retribution" and that they would block him from being able to see my profile and contact me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I WENT A STEP FURTHER. YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS NEXT PART.

Having watched many episodes of, "Catfish", I knew how to do an image search. I copied the profile pic of the hot guy and the EXACT pic came up immediately!! It came up in the first 10 or so choices!!!!! I gasped. 

THE PIC WAS OF A MALE MODEL, ACTUAL AGE WAS 20. AND HIS NAME WAS NOT JORDAN IT WAS JOSHUA ANTHONY BRAND AND HE LIVES IN THE UK.

You can look him up. He is fucking beautiful.

I wrote him a private message to his Facebook telling him about this creep who was using his picture to lure women. He hasn't read it yet, but I hope he does. I'm sure his lawyer will have a field day with the information.

I'm sure that creep will never be found, but ladies, we know these assholes exist and we have to protect ourselves. I feel once again like I dodged a bullet. He could've raped me, Rufie'd me, or killed me. 

ALWAYS, ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR GUT. IT WILL NEVER LIE TO YOU.

Frightening to think who would've actually shown up.

New Tinder boy

I've been on Tinder for oh, probably 6 months and have had some good luck with finding hotties there! I had a "match" yesterday, imagine a blonde Harry Styles. Very cute. Only 19 years old. The way Tinder works is, you can't write anyone until they've "swiped right" and you have too. So, guess we both "swiped right" which means we both liked each other, and then we were able to begin texting each other.

And I just looked for our messages and he's deleted his profile.

Hmmm.

Well, I really can't say it went well. I wasn't impressed.

I WAS impressed with him until he showed up. I loved the way he talked to me. He was very sweet, very very complimentary and very respectful. I get tons of messages and they range from the obscene to the sweet, and he was definitely at the sweet end of the spectrum. He was perfect. He said I was perfect. We exchanged snapchat names and snaps, and he was as cute as his profile pics. Yay!! And he thought I was just perfect. I couldn't wait to meet him.

He insisted he coudn't wait. We discussed our schedules and decided to meet this morning at 7:30. Then after some texting we decided fuck I'd just sneak him in after midnight. So that's what I did last night!

It was pouring rain, but that didn't deter him. He was staying with his mom literally 5 minutes away. He came in and he had a hoodie on. He was much smaller than he looked in his pics (he looked like six feet tall; I think he was more like 5-9) and he was really taken with how big my house was. He wanted a tour so I gave him a short tour, and he was just like "wow" and my house isn't even that big. Then we went upstairs to my bedroom.

I can't remember if he kissed me when we met at the door; I think he did but it was NOTHING like F. He was nothing like F. F devoured me, couldn't get enough of me and was SO into me. This guy, let's call him Harry (for Harry Styles since he looked a lot like him) acted the complete opposite of the way he talked in his texting.

He was attentive once the clothes started coming off. He was very cute, very skinny (yum) and seemed very comfortable with his body. He seemed experienced and wasn't afraid to make the first move. He had sent me a very sexy shirtless Snapchat just before he came over and you could see the tip of his hard cock in it. It got me very turned on.

He took off his hoodie and laid back down and laid down on my bed, and grabbed me and started kissing me. It was passionate and I liked it BUT he tasted like cigarettes. If I'm drunk it turns me on, if I'm not (and I wasn't) it kind of turns me off. But he was a good kisser.

I liked his skinny body and climbed on top of him and straddled him. I loved rubbing my crotch over his hard cock and teasing him. I was wearing a red bra and thong and a sexy red teddy over it. He loved squeezing the shit out of my nipples--no one had ever done it like that before! That was hot. He'd alternate squeezing them with sucking them. That was so hot.

I couldn't wait to taste him. He promised me he was manscaped and he delivered. It was a beautiful sight, and it didn't take me long to slurp those balls right into my mouth and suck that hard cock of his. He wasn't terribly huge which I was glad! I was able to take his entire dick in my mouth. He loved it.

We made out for a little while, then he took off my teddy and undid my bra. It was hot. The guy knew what he was doing. It wasn't too long till he took control and I loved it. He flipped me over, slid off my red panties, grabbed my legs and lifted me to his mouth. He buried his face in my pussy and it was amazing!!!! I wish he'd stayed there longer or gone back for more but he was eager to get inside of me. He asked where the condoms were and grabbed one off my nightstand. This part was so fun--he's on his knees in front of me, big hard dick pointing up at the ceiling and he tears open the package and slides the condom on. Fucking sexy. I'm getting turned on just writing about it!

With one hand on my ass and one hand on his dick, he pushed it into me and fucked me hard. One or two thrusts, and he said, "oh no, I'm coming already" and he was done. I got up and got him a towel and he cleaned himself up in it and I went and tossed it in the trash and came back. He was putting his clothes on when I got back and I said, "Stay please?" He said he wasn't leaving but just wanted to put his clothes on. I said "Ok" and I stayed naked. He laid down on his tummy and I laid down next to him. He got his phone and I got mine; I texted my hubby to let him know what was going on. He was 30,000 feet in the air on a plane headed for Asia but he was super turned on.

Harry scrolled through his pictures and described them to me. He's really into cars and "crotch rockets" and had some cool videos of him racing. What a rush! I liked that he was an adrenaline junkie. So is F. They don't know each other (as far as I know) but they have so much in common. He showed me pics of his sister and his mom, his dad, and his best friend who's in the Army. He seemed like he really just needed to talk about himself to someone who gave a shit, like he was lonely. He seemed very sad, and as he scrolled through his pics he let me see who he really was, which was really awesome. What was sad was he didn't seem interested in ME at all. I offered to show him MY phone, which is full of pics too LOL and he said, "Yeah!" but never put his phone down or ask me to show it to him. He seemed very far away, even though he was laying right next to me.

What I did like was he was a gentleman the whole time, and what I liked was he didn't get all ashamed and get up and leave embarrassedly like my last two Tinder guys. I liked that he stayed, but we didn't really connect. He wasn't into me it seemed. He never really looked at me, or asked me any questions about myself. He was totally into his own world. The only time he was into me was during sex. F was into me before, during AND after and that's what I'm looking for.

Harry had texted me that he wanted to spend the night, or at least stay till the wee morning hours, but he left about an hour after he arrived. He said he had school at 6:30 am, which it occurred to me later that it must've been a lie cuz he had originally been planning on coming to see me THIS morning at 7:30 after I dropped my daughter off at school. SOOOOO......whatever. I mean, I liked him a lot, and I'd definitely give him a second chance, but I won't pursue him at all. It will be up to him. It wasn't satisfying to me at all.

Back to the drawing board as they say.

Foreplay is my forte!

The boys on Tinder in LA are just hotter than here where I live.....I shouldn't say that but it's true. All that fresh air and sunshine....mmmmm....so it should come as no surprise that no sooner had I landed then I was on the dating site looking for a hottie to play with. It didn't take me long to find some cuties; I narrowed it down to three and chatted back and forth over a couple days to see who would actually show up at my hotel room. The cutest one I'll call Felipe (he's not even Hispanic so don't get your panties in a wad thinking he's your guy ladies) and we exchanged phone numbers. By Sunday he was sending me shirtless pics and yes, nudies. He was GORGEOUS. 26 years old, clearly works out, ripped abs but not overly muscle-y. Very handsome too. A definite 9. Brown eyes, brown hair, a little hair on his lower stomach which super turns me on.

We teased each other back and forth with pics and sexting, but I know it usually ends there. He had wanted me to come to his apartment during the day but I was busy seeing family, but I was going to be alone in the hotel that night so I was letting him know I wanted him that night instead. He was begging me to "come over now, I have a big hard dick waiting for you" but I wasn't available. Besides, isn't the teasing the best part??? The part where they want me SO bad they are putty in my hands.

The evening rolled along and he was still interested. We agreed 9 o'clock would work, he'd just come straight to my hotel room. He was super excited and horny, and I admit, so was I.

I had had dinner with my hubby, and two glasses of wine later (three for him) we were snuggling at the bar. He always gets so excited when I have a date! He had to leave me there to drive 3 hours where he had meetings the next morning, so it was a perfect opportunity for me to have a little fun. He kissed me and left, and I went to my room to freshen up for my new lover.

I put on some sexy music and ordered two vodka sprites for us, and showered and got ready. I had packed some sexy lingerie just for this moment, and tried on a few different ones and sent selfies to my hubby and asked him what I should wear for my young stud. I wore the one he chose (I do as I'm told). He also told me to wear my stilettos for him too.

We said our goodnights and "I love you"'s and hung up. I had an amazing view of the LAX airport, and grabbed my drink and a chair. I put up my feet and watched the planes taking off and landing and waited for my lover to arrive. The last thing he wrote before I sat down was, "See you soon babe!"

Then came this: "God my car won't start!"

I was like, "yep, stood up again." These guys get scared. Another wasted night alone in a hotel room.

He said he'd call Uber. Then he said he couldn't afford it. Then he asked me if I'd be willing to pay one way. I stopped writing him. Fuck that. I'm not paying anything. I am giving myself to you. I'm not a whore. I'm a slut! There's a difference!!

When he realized I stopped responding, he said, "I'll take that as a no hahaha", then, "hey enjoy the pics wish it happened. Safe travels tmrw." It seemed he might've actually been telling the truth. I responded, "Me too. thank u." He said, "If you're ever in the area hit me up" to which I didn't respond, but thought to myself, "yeah, so you can stand me up yet again!!!!"

Then he wrote, "Actually fuck it I'm coming be there in 20"

YAY!!!!!!!! THAT'S THE CORRECT RESPONSE!!!

I said, "you are?" And he responded, "yeah maybe 30 because I have to wait for this uber." I said, "I'm glad you changed your mind" and sent him a selfie to reward him. He loved it. He said, "Get ready baby, I'm on my way."

I did a little happy dance and texted my hubby the date was back on. He said he already had a huge hard on and couldn't wait. Could I leave my phone on secretly so he could hear?? I said I would do that for him.

He didn't get there till 10:40, but he did show up. I had told him to send me a quick text when he got to the hotel, but he didn't! All of a sudden I heard a knock at my door!!! It was him!!!

I said, "who is it?" and he said, "It's me!" I opened the door and there he was, all 5-9 inch, twenty-six years old full of smoldering testosterone. He was GORGEOUS! As good looking as his pics! I let him in and we were both smiling! He kissed me right away and I said I thought he was going to text me when he got here and he said he was so excited he forgot! LOL 

He kicked off his shoes (black and white Converse) and I took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. He quickly took off his shirt and there were those amazing abs...just inches away from my face. I put my hands on them and pulled him close so I could smell him. Mmm I love the way men smell!! It wasn't like full-on cologne scent, it was just "manly" LOL as silly as that sounds. I gave him butterfly kisses and caressed his torso, he was just so delicious. 

My favorite part is the unzipping of the fly and getting to see the hard cock for the first time. I love this part!!! He started to do it himself and I gently took over for him. I love the unbuckling, I love the unzipping, and I love the feeling a guy must get at this point. The anticipation is the best part! It's better than Christmas! It's a gift I love to give myself. 

Once opened, I gently pulled his jeans down and allowed him to step out of them. Standing in front of me is one of the most beautiful bodies I've ever laid eyes on, and he's all mine. Also discovering what kind of boxers/undies they wear is another favorite of mine. He had on the stretchy kind that hugs his package, and it was apparent I had gotten him all worked up! I loved rubbing his hard cock while it was still inside. Like I said, the anticipation is my favorite. Foreplay is my forte! I put my mouth on that huge bulge and nibbled it till he couldn't stand it another second. I grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard. What a nice tight ass he had!  He was running his hands through my hair gently and then grasped my head to lift me up to his mouth. He kissed me hard and sensuously, his tongue so hungry. It was juicy and so delicious. I love being kissed!!!!!

He lifted me and put my on the edge of the bed, and pulled out his big hard dick. Mmmm I put my mouth around it and started sucking it just like I'd texted him I would. He then pushed me gently onto my back and hovered over me, that big dick bouncing up and down in my face. I giggled and took it in my mouth and kept sucking it. 

I pulled off and said, "come lay down", and he did. I got on top of him, took a big long drink of that sexy man laying there in my bed, and took a mental picture. He was happy and smiling, his hands leisurely behind his head, just splayed out for my pleasure. This is where I feel like a kid in a candy store, I just can't decided what I want to do first! Suck him? Lick him? Fuck him? Reverse cowgirl or just climb on top? I decided to straddle him and continue the BJ I'd promised him. He was DELICIOUS. He moaned and stiffened and grabbed my hair and writhed in delight. It wasn't five minutes when I tasted his pre-cum and I always let a guy know I've tasted it. He loved it. 

It was the quietest orgasm I'd ever given anyone! He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all completely seamless. It just went down so easily and I never had the gag response like I've gotten with other guys. It was like, "SHIT HE JUST CAME!! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN???"

And as pleased as he was, he was done!

He pulled me down next to him, and he cuddled me. He said, "give me five minutes, I'll be ready to go again." I said, "no worries! You can play with ME!" and coyly took his hand off his dick, which he was slapping around to get it hard again, and put it on my very wet and excited pussy. He fingered me for a little bit and just as I was ready to come he stopped and went back to slapping his dick again and I said, "I'll make you excited again by making me come" but he seemed so focused on his floppy dick. Then he said he had to go to the  bathroom, so he got up and went (I was hoping he'd leave the door open....and I contemplated following him in....but I chickened out and he closed the door....

He came back to bed but he was done. He was very sweet and kept apologized but the truth was, I didn't care that his dick wasn't getting hard! There was a lot he could do that had nothing to do with his limp penis! I asked him if he'd go down on me and he said, "sorry I don't do that" and I was like, "oh....okayyy...." and was really disappointed. He was sweet and shy, he was embarrassed about his limp dick and really didn't get that I didn't care. I wanted him to touch me and please me, but he didn't have a clue even though I was doing my best to communicate what I wanted him to do. I couldn't convince him sadly, and he looked at his phone and said his cab was there.

He started to get dressed, and I picked up my purple satin robe and put it on. He sat down on the bed to put his shoes on, and I told him I loved his Converse shoes and told him I collected them. He said he did too, and we chatted about them for a little bit. Then he took my face in his hands and kissed me and thanked me for a great time, and that he'd love to see me again next time I'm in LA. I said I would definitely call him. We walked to the door, he kissed me hard again, and smiling, left. I watched his sexy ass walk away and closed the door. Then suddenly I heard a knock, and it was him again! He said, "I left my phone!" and we laughed and he went over to the bed, grabbed it, and kissed me again on the way out. And again, I watched his sexy ass walk away out into the hall, smiled to myself, and closed the door.

I took out my contacts, and called my hubby and told him how the night went. He was three hours away in another hotel room and he was still as horny as I was. We masturbated to each other and it was super hot. We pleased ourselves as we pleased each other and said our "I love you's" and goodbyes.

Laying there in the dark, feeling quite dreamy, and texted Felipe, "Thanks for coming (pink heart emoticon) you're very sweet and sexy" He wrote back immediately, "Thank you! I had a blast!" That was awesome.

I slept very well that night.

               

Interesting revelation

A week has gone by, and I'm wondering if F and his gf are back from their little road trip. That and I have today off, AND I'm home sick, and I have time to do a little more detective work and see what recent pics he's posted of their sexy little vacay together. Well, I can't tell if they're still there or back, but I did learn two things--she has a car just like his, just a different color. They drive the same sports car. There's a pic of their two cars side by side and she commented on them. AND THERE'S A PIC OF HIS CAR FROM BEHIND WITH THE LICENSE PLATE AND IT'S NOT THE SAME CAR THAT WAS PARKED NEXT TO ME AT CLASS LAST WEEK!!!!!!!!! He'd put new exhaust pipes on his car and that's why the pic of it from the rear. I went to my photos to see the license plate of the car that I thought was his and realize it wasn't his car!!!!!!!!!!!!! So......explains his lack of response! I can't wait to tell my BFF. She will LOL for sure.

So whatever.

I'm working on ME now. He will always have a place in my heart, and a place in my life and my bed if he comes back, but I'm not going to sit around and pine for him any longer. I've got more important things to do.

My hubby and I are headed to LA!!! Can't wait!!!!! We've got reservations at the Chateau Marmont in Hollywood and we have tickets to an exclusive swingers party at the Ma Maison Sofitel Saturday night! Can't wait!!

And we haven't had any alcohol for over 3 weeks and we are going to drink tmrw!! My first drink will be a bloody mary on the plane. Oh yeah! Let the fun begin!

Oh, and why is it all the hotties on OK Cupid don't live anywhere near me??? WTF??? And the ones that do are all scared to meet me??

A-Ha Moment

Well, if anything becoming a detective due to my husband's infidelities taught me, it's effective sleuthing! I have learned how to check on people. I can't reveal my ways but let's just say I know my way around the Internet. AND guess what I found??? I found a way to view F's Instagram (he blocked me from seeing it) and guess what?? He's back with his GF, the one who cheated on him. The one he laid in MY bed telling me about. Yep, and not only did I run into him twice in four days, BUT I miss him by sheer hours at the car wash as well! He'd posted a pic of his sports car just hours after I had gone there myself! Is this not the craziest irony??

But here's the kicker: He posted a pic of the two of them together and I can't write what they said (I've been warned about quoting off the Internet here) but suffice it to say they are still quite together. And the vacation he said he was taking? The one where he said, "YES we need to see each other def when I get back from vacation" is a road trip to Florida with HER!!!!!! 

I'm not stalking him because I'm a crazy bitch in love. I have learned that people lie. And the only way to get the truth is to do a little detective work because people who lie leave clues. And he's stupid--just like my husband was stupid---he thinks cuz he blocked me I can't see what he's up to. I CAN. AND I DO. 

And my lovely F has fallen off his pedestal.

I will not be an affair whore. That's not who I am. I know both their Facebooks still say they're "single" which is confusing but I guess we will see when he gets back if he contacts me. He obviously deleted my phone number because that last Saturday when I wrote him his text response was, "(my name) who?" Cuz I guess he knows a number of girls who have the same name as me. When he realized it was me he was very glad to hear from me.

There's one more piece of the puzzle.......guess what????

His GF "liked" another pic of me I posted on MY Instagram!!! I posted a pic of me flexing my bicep at the gym. Now you have to understand, she is not a "follower", but I guess my page isn't private so anyone can comment/follow me. This is the second time she's "liked" one of my pics.

And she "liked" it at approximately midnight Friday night. When she was with HIM. IN FLORIDA. PROBABLY LAYING IN BED WITH HIM. 

I can just imagine how the conversation went.

HER to F:  "Hey! Look at (my son's mom---that's how she knows me). Isn't she hot for her age?" 

She shows it to him. They're laying naked and she's showing him a pic of ME to him and commenting on how good I look.

F: (inside freaking out, dick getting hard, remembering our hot roll in the hay in MY bed) "yeah, I guess so" and acts all non-chalant. 

HER: clicks "like" and thinks nothing of it. 

After all, she suspects nothing. He's all hers. I'm just the mom of his friend who took prom pics of them three years ago. That's the last time she and I saw each other.

I found those pics yesterday on my laptop. I was curious how he looked. And that's when I realized it had been 3 years since I'd seen him, NOT two. He was only 16 (nearly 17) then. No wonder I didn't remember him. I didn't remember her either. I remembered only his dad's red Ferrari and how handsome my son looked in his tux. 

So.....I have all the information now. And as to why he didn't respond about the pic I took of our cars together? I'm guessing he just deleted it cuz he was with her. 

Which doesn't hurt my feelings one bit. I haven't done anything wrong. My hubby knows everything. Of course I tell him!! He knows how I feel about F and how upset I was. He's always picking up the pieces after these guys break my heart. At least now I know the TRUTH so he can't play me anymore.

He's soooo young. He's only 19. And she's only 18. They're so immature. I'm moving on and if and when he decides he wants to see me, he knows how to contact me. Of course I'll see him again. 

He knows where I live. 

And for the record, I'm talking to at least 6-8 different guys, and none of them are close to his looks and charm. He was great in bed and great out of bed too. He's def a hard act to follow.

I'll keep looking.

Anna blows it again

Okay so I haven't had a chance to fill you in on the latest exciting news about F, the one guy I just can't get out of my mind. I hadn't heard from him since Christmas, when he texted me, "Merry Christmas" and that he was sorry he hadn't been in touch cuz he'd been really busy. And then I'd texted him obviously too many times, hoping he'd come over and stay with me as my husband and daughter had left to go visit family and I had the house to myself for four days. He'd never responded, and broke my heart.

Three months have gone by, and not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I pass his fire house on the way to work every day, not just because I'm hoping to see his car (which I have never even once seen it) but because it's truly the fastest way to get to work. I have left him alone. I have too much pride to continue to chase someone who doesn't want to be caught. I've actively tried to replace him but so far no one has stepped into those big shoes.

So the most incredible thing happened Saturday! I took a different route to work, just thinking maybe traffic would be lighter going a different way since it was so early in the morning. I got off the freeway offramp, and as I made the turn, there was a white Jeep coming off the offramp from my right. Guess who it was????!! YES!!! IT WAS F!!!

I nearly shit my pants. I recognized it from his profile pic. One thing I have to stop here and add is that his parents are rich. His dad is a businessman, I'm not exactly sure what he does, but he replaced his red Ferrari with a yellow Lambo, and F is totally into cars as well. He has two, the white Jeep and another one I can't say here for fear of discovery, but suffice it to say it's one-of-a-kind too. A black car is all I can say.

I recognize the Jeep instantly, and I start shaking. OMG OMG OMG It's HIM!!!!!! THE ONE I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IS RIGHT THERE!!! He pulls behind me!!! And I have to say that I also have a one-of-a-kind car, with a personalized license plate to boot, and he's seen and been in my car. He HAS to know it's me he's behind, right???? As we both go through the green light, I wonder if he'll flash his lights at me or honk or do something to acknowledge me. He doesn't.

A half mile after the green light, he gets into the left hand turn lane, and sadly, he doesn't do anything to acknowledge me. I was too far ahead for our cars to be side-by-side or I'd have waved at least. At that split-second, I want to jerk my steering wheel and follow him. I look GOOD---I'm on my way to work, my outfit is hot and my hair and makeup are looking fine and it's actually a perfect moment to run into the man I can't get out of my heart.

I do no such thing and keep driving straight to work, shaking the whole time.

I felt like I blew it.

But I rationalized that I made that choice to not follow him based on the fact that number 1, he never texted me back three months ago and has made no effort to see or talk to me, and number 2, he didn't acknowledge me so probably, I saved myself humiliation.

I got to work and had to shut my phone off and put it in my locker. I prayed that he'd text me.

Three or so hours later, I had my 15 min break, and grabbed my phone. Sadly, no text from him. I couldn't stand it. I texted him, "Was that you behind me on 83 this morning?" And I sat down, got my sandwich, and waited. I feverishly texted my hubby and my BFF what happened. And then a text from him came!!! I was SO fucking excited I took a screenshot of his name!!!! And guess what he said??
"who is this?" My heart sank. He must've deleted me from his phone. I was heartbroken.

I answered, "(my name)". He wrote back, "(my name) who lol but ya that was me." I wrote back my last name with the two pink hearts emoticon. He wrote again, "well hi (my name)" My heart jumped back into my chest hopefully! I said, "How are you handsome? Lookin hot in that hot jeep". He wrote right back again!!! "Thanks its my buddies actually! I've been good, busy working a lot. How've you been?" I wrote, "Me too! Working and working out...doing good! Would love to see you again" (no punctuation because I usually use too much and he uses too little. Not like me, I HATE bad punctuation but I was trying to mimic his style.

Then my fifteen-minute break was over, and I had to put my phone back in my locker for the next 3 hours. I went back to work with a spring in my step, hoping and praying he'd write me again. I couldn't WAIT to clock out and grab my phone. And sure enough, there were 2 texts from him waiting for me!!!! I couldn't read them fast enough! And here's what he'd said, "Yeah we need to see each other soon! Def once I get back from vacation" (again, no punctuation) and then a second text, "How has work been for you" (again, no punctuation). It was now three hours later. I answered back, "Sorry for the delay I've been at work lol where are you going? We are headed to California can't wait" (punctuation left out on purpose)

The a second text to him, "Work is crazy can't wait to get away. But more excited to see you again" with a kiss emoticon. Haven't heard back.

So, once again, I said too much, and probably seemed needy. I decided to just let it go and wait and see what he does. I was SO happy he responded so positively, he could've ignored me like he did before but he didn't! He even said, "We NEED to see each other" so I'm going with that!

AND THEN YESTERDAY HAPPENED.

I've been attending a creative writing class at the junior college every semester, including summer, for the last 2 years. This one is every Tuesday night, 7-9 pm. I always race in at the last minute, and last night was no different. There's never a place to park, I always have to wait for someone whose class let out at 7 leave. Well, last night was no different, a woman was just pulling out and I took her spot.

Guess whose car was right in front of mine.

YES!!! F's black sports car!!!!!!

I couldn't fucking believe it!! There was no question it was his. I know what it looks like. It was in my driveway for Christ's sake. And to make sure, I grabbed my phone and quickly looked at his profile pic on his Facebook page, and yep, the tell-tale sign was the distinctive wheels and the little tree air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror.

I couldn't believe the irony. Twice in four days???? I took a pic of our two cars together, and did the dumbest thing I could've done.

Sent it to him with a text, "I just parked for class..is this your car next to mine? lol"

He has not responded.

I didn't think anything of it; to me, it was hilariously ironic that I'd see him twice in four days. And I honest-to-God didn't even know he was taking classes here!! He graduated already with his firefighter degree (whatever it's called) and he had told me he wanted to quit and follow in his father's footsteps, so yeah, maybe he's taking business classes but I had no knowledge of that whatsoever. So I could not believe here was his car, and the only parking space available had been no choice of my own whatsoever. It literally felt like fate was bringing us together again. Even my BFF said so.

I went to class and couldn't stop looking at my phone, waiting for him to respond. I figured he's in class and hasn't seen it, he'll respond at some point. He hasn't. Which upset me but not too much UNTIL BOTH MY HUSBAND AND MY BFF TOLD ME THEY THOUGHT IT LOOKED CREEPY.
THAT'S NOT HOW I WANTED TO LOOK TO HIM.

To me, it was just, "OMG how ironic is THIS!!!!" and honestly, if I'd been parked next to any friend of mine I'd have done the same thing.

When both my husband and BFF told me how creepy that was that I took that pic and sent it to him, I literally started to shake again and cry. What is wrong with me??? Why did I not see it that way??? Why couldn't I just think it myself how awesome it is that he was right there too??? That wow, maybe one Tuesday night if I got there a little earlier, I might bump into him??? BUT NO I HAD TO GO AND RUIN IT. I ALWAYS SAY AND DO THE WRONG THINGS WITH THIS MAN.

I said to my BFF, "How about I text him and say something like, "OMG that totally was hilarious that I'd run into you twice in four days. I didn't know you were going to classes here" or "I thought that was so ironic I just had to say hi". She said, "NO do not say anything else. It's too late for that. You should've done that right after you sent it. Just lay low now for awhile." So to me, that signified, "You fucked up."

I hate that I did that, I hate that I couldn't see that it might upset him, or anyone for that matter. I honestly thought he'd respond, "LOL how crazy is that??" and then ask me about my class, and I'd ask him about his, and so on. But no. I must've made him think I'm stalking him.

FUCK.

So I've probably ruined that chance with him. I need to forget him now. No more texting him. If I see his car again I will pretend I didn't. I won't follow him or acknowledge him.

But I got out of class (we ended early), and his car was still there next to mine. I looked at it wistfully; I touched it, and I was surprised it was a little dirty. I feared touching it would set off an alarm! It was freezing out, so I got in my car and started the engine to warm up, and just sat there for a few minutes thinking about him. Thinking about, "HE'S HERE!!! HE'S IN THIS SAME BUILDING AS ME!" and hoping and wondering when he'd come out. I wanted to sit there and wait for him (and of course, make it look like I just got there hahaha). But I didn't. I left.

I thought that him coming out and seeing that I was gone would make him feel relieved, like it wasn't stalking nor a big deal. I didn't leave a note on his car, I didn't do anything else. I just left. And who knows what he thinks about it. I am definitely leaving him alone now.

I was planning on texting him when I hear back from Holli and Michael about next week's Playboy Radio show. Did I tell you we might be guests again? They are currently rearranging their guest schedule to accommodate us. I was going to leave F alone until I knew the date and time we were going to be on it and then tell him to listen. I probably won't now.

Time to move on.

Tweet explained

For whatever reason, Mr. S has not responded to the one and only text I sent him on Monday, a simple, "Hi Handsome". So....guess he didn't enjoy me as much as I enjoyed him. Or whatever. So unfortunately, the search for my F replacement begins anew. I'm always juggling half a dozen new hotties, waiting to find "the one" who will be my new FWB. I hate one-night stands (or lately, Wednesday stands LOL) and the last 3 turned out to be exactly that. There are three that I've kept on the back burner, stringing them along cuz I'm only "eh" on them. I don't know how to let anyone know I'm not interested after getting their hopes up so I ghost back myself, or tell them, "hey, just busy" and honestly, for the most part, I've learned these guys chicken out most of the time anyways. They just want to jerk off to pics of me and as flattering as that is, there's plenty of porn out there. You don't need me for that. 

So....back to the land of the plenty hehehehe I looked at all my new messages on my OK Cupid and lo and behold was a hottie I thought could fill the bill. I'll call him Denny. Mmmmm. AND bonus points for him, he lived nearby! (If you think that's odd, let me tell you--most of my messages seem to come from half-way around the world. I'm popular with the Turkish men for some reason.....). I responded to his compliments and told him he was quite a hottie as well. It took off from there, and by yesterday, literally only a half a day of correspondence, I was ready to fuck him. Mmmm. We had exchanged phone numbers and the naughty pics were flying back and forth.

So....Wednesday being my free day, he said he worked at 11:30 am, could he come before work? I said I have boxing, sorry. I can't keep missing it for sex. I know, I know, I can hear you all making fun of me. This was Tuesday evening. Then he said that he would try to get his schedule changed so he could come over at 11:00 am, which I said would be perfect. Or that I was free Friday, no boxing Friday so he could come over as early as 8:00 am!! He said no, Friday wouldn't work.

Well, 8:30 am yesterday, he sends me a text, "Sorry, can't get off work today." I wrote back, "that's fine, I understand! Let's aim for next week!" So I go along my merry way, and go to the gym for boxing. Then I get asked to sub a tennis drill, which goes till 11:30. My cell phone is in my locker from 9-11:30. When I get to it, he's written like 15 texts and had called me 4 times. 

It appears he WAS able to switch his schedule after all.

And he was desperately trying to get ahold of me.

I got to my car, and as it warmed up (it was like 12 degrees yesterday) I read them all. He hadn't left any voicemails, but I knew he wanted to still get together. At this point, I'd been at the gym for 2-1/2 hours. It was creeping close to 11:40 and I knew he needed to be at work now by 1:00. As I sat there contemplating things, he kept calling. I didn't answer. I knew I needed a shower, which included washing my hair (I wash it every other day), and I was starving, so it wasn't the ideal situation. Yes, he was hot.

I texted him an apology, saying I'd had my phone in my locker and just now seeing the messages. He said simply, "what's your address?" I said, "It's not going to work today. I need a shower, I need food". He said again, "what's your address?" He wasn't taking no for an answer. Then he said sweetly, "(my name), you don't need to be all showered up for me. I'm sure you're hot the way you look right now." And maybe to him I DID, but I didn't feel hot like this. I said, "This will be your first impression of me. I want to look and smell good for you. This isn't how I want it to be." Because ladies and gentleman, the truth is, I've met guys and looked my best, and had the best sex of my life, and they STILL ghost me afterwards. My self-esteem can't allow some new 19 year old hottie into my bed the way I looked. 

I guess he didn't agree. 

I was starting to actually feel bullied. 

He actually said this, and I'm quoting him verbatim, "I rearranged my schedule for you. Something's gotta happen."

Yeah. 

I said, "Not today."

Then he said, and again I quote, "well then lose my #...what the fuck".

I never responded.

I was literally shaking reading all this. He thought I owed him because he changed his work schedule at the last minute??

If anything my husband's infidelities have taught me, it's that sometimes, all I have to go on is my gut. That physical sensation that tells me if I'm safe or not safe, if something is or isn't right, when there's a lack of actual proof.

I'm SO glad I listened to it yesterday. He didn't care at all what I wanted or how I felt. How abusive a lover he might've been if my feelings didn't matter one iota???? 

I'm someone's mother. I have value beyond being someone's sex slave. And I didn't even know this guy. I have been very lucky that I've met only sweet, caring and thoughtful guys in the 12 years I've been doing this. This could've gone very badly.

That's the bullet I dodged yesterday.

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Oh, and F deleted his Facebook . 

But maybe he just blocked me, not sure. Cuz if I go into Messenger, it says he's "Online and will receive your messages instantly." 

So wtf????

Has he blocked me? I asked my BFF to go on her FB and search for him and see if she can see his page. She hasn't gotten back to me. But damn I got it bad for that boy. 

Have a great day all you sexy people out there!!!!!

Love,

Anna XO

Sex with Mr. S

I did something I've never done before...and that's drive an hour to fuck someone I'd never met before. Mr. S, who I mentioned last post is who I was driving to go see. He's 21, the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen on a guy, brown hair, pierced ears and a beautiful musical chest tattoo. YUM. 

Mr. S didn't cancel on me, in fact, we texted all evening Tuesday and he confirmed yes, he definitely wanted me to still come Wednesday morning. I had to lie to my boxing coach why I wasn't going to be able to make my lesson (fuck! I HATE missing boxing!!) BUT I was really excited to meet Mr. S. He had come on so strong, and the chemistry was almost as intense as it was with F. I couldn't wait to get naked with him.

He texted me his address, and I put it in my GPS. He lived 63 miles from me, which meant I'd get there in 45 minutes hehehehe I actually left late since I had a hard time deciding what to wear.

I got to his city and exited the freeway and pulled over to a fast food parking lot cuz he'd written, "my roommate is still here. Can you wait a little bit?" I ended up waiting about 20 minutes, which was fine. It gave me a chance to take a breath and answer all my texts and emails (which I'd been neglecting--driving). Then he gave me the green light and said, "Get that sexy ass of your here ASAP!" so that's what I did!

I got to his house, a cute three-bedroom in the city that he shared with two guy roommates. The entryway was strewn with old, unread newspapers still wrapped in plastic bags and at least ten pairs of shoes thrown everywhere. He then came to the door and greeted me and kissed me. It was nice, but not magnetic like F who wouldn't STOP kissing me. He led me through the living room to the stairway, which was the cliche bachelor pad. It cracked me up. To the left was the leftover beer pong game complete with red Solo cups everywhere. To the right was the big screen TV with the Guitar Hero drum set right in front of it and clothes everywhere. I couldn't see the carpet.  I followed him through the kitchen, which continued the cliche with a sink full of dishes (as well as on the countertops) and to the stairway which had no railing to hold onto. I was in boots with a small heel so I was fine. 

His room was at the top of the stairs to the right, and it took was young male cliche. It was so fun though. I felt so naughty just being in his house. I followed him into his bedroom and he'd made his bed so that was cute! We chatted while we walked through the house and up to his room, I was teasing him about his "bachelor pad" and we giggled and finally we were in his room. I took off my coat and scarf (winter here) and put my purse down and took off my boots. He came up to me and helped me take off my top and started kissing me. It was sensual and so sexy. I had worn a burgundy velvet minidress with a plunging neckline over black leggings. Underneath I wore a new bra/panty set, pretty lacy white on grey. I had never worn it before so it was just for him.

I personally think it's sexier to keep some clothing on and work around it, so I didn't want to just strip right away, but he held me close and worked the clasp on my bra. He had a little trouble with it which was totally sexy. It meant he had to hold me close longer and I loved just our skin touching and getting really close enough to smell him. I'm a big scent person and he smelled manly and delicious without being over the top.

I told him, 'mmmmm you smell good" and he answered, "so do YOU!" He slid my bra off, tossed it to the floor and proceeded to lick and suck my nipples in delight. I loved it.
He made his way up to my neck and that's when I really melted in his arms.

He was gentle in his movements and I loved that. It felt reassuringly safe and made me want him more. I couldn't wait to get my leggings off and they came off next. He was just in his skivvies and it was fun seeing his big hard dick trying to get out. I wanted it in my mouth so badly. But he wanted me more.

As he pulled off my leggings, he next slid his fingers under my panties and spread my legs apart. He buried his head in my pussy and gave me a good sucking. He stopped, pulled his head back for a moment and said, "Mmm you didn't tell me about your clit piercing!" I said, "I was saving that for a surprise!" He giggled and went back to pleasing me. My back arched. I grabbed a handful of that gorgeous hair and held on for the ride. I didn't come but I wanted to to suck that dick first.

So guess what I did next??

I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them. I had him lay on his back so I could sit on my knees and admire his body. He was the perfect size in every way--not tall so I knew we'd fit perfectly together. Mmmmm. I just drank up the beautiful, naked man laying in front of me. He stared at me intently while I licked him from the balls up. Mmmm he was delicious. I don't know why but I just love a man's balls. I love to lick them (as long as they're hairless!!) I go all around them and suck on them and make my way up and down the shaft of his penis and back again, sucking and licking till he almost came. He held my head in his hands and moaned the whole time. I could've spent all day down there.

I stopped when I knew he was almost ready to climax, and smiled up at him and licked my lips in anticipation. I climbed on top of him, and as I eased that huge dick into my vagina I kissed him. Nothing makes me wetter than deep, slow, juicy kisses. He wasn't that big into kissing and I instantly thought of F who loved them as much as me. I hated comparing them but they look so much alike it's uncanny. Without even using any lube, I eased his dick inside me. It took a little tugging, and he held onto my hips and said, "Mmmm, tight pussy." His was probably the biggest girth of any dick I'd ever had. I loved it. It did feel so tight. Like our bodies were locked together like the way dragonflies fuck in the air. 

I fucked him like he'd never been fucked I'm sure. I'm no cold fish. I don't just lie there. I move my body and I could tell he was surprised and loved it. He had his hands on my hips and moved with my body and we rocked and fucked and I nibbled his neck and his nipples and chest and tummy. Then he slowed me to a stop, smiling at me and said, "give me a sec" which I realized was him slowing himself down so he wouldn't come. After that disastrous romp with Tinder guy last week I was very impressed!

After a few seconds, he had me pull out and asked me to get on all fours. Mmmm. He'd texted me this moment in explicit detail--how he was going to pound me from behind and shoot his load into me. That's exactly what he did. He kissed my back and held me while he fucked me doggy-style, which I thought was sweet and loving. He came so hard and I loved hearing him call out in ecstasy as he came. I had my hands wrapped around his pillow and my face to the side and after he came he laid his head on my face for a few minutes. It was warm and sexy.

We broke apart, and he had a roll of paper towels on his bedside I hadn't noticed before and he took a few off and handed them to me and did the same for himself. Of course they were rougher than I'd have liked to use but I giggled and said, "Convenient! You keep them there for all your girls?" and I think I embarrassed him cuz I think he hasn't gotten laid in a while and it's for all his masturbating. I still thought it was hot.

After we cleaned up, he laid down again and pulled the covers over him and turned on his TV. He asked me what should we watch? I was so turned on and needed to come so badly still, I took his hand off the remote and put it on my wet, pulsating pussy. He seemed surprised and didn't know what to make of it, and touched me a little but I could tell his was "done" so I faked a small orgasm to let him off the hook and took his hand off. We laid there and chatted for about 20 minutes then I wanted to leave and not overstay my welcome.

We chatted about his job and dreams and all, it was nice but I didn't feel connected to him at all. I really thought, "I'll never see him again" and realized I didn't care either way. It was fun, the sex was good, but not mind-blowing. I did think, "mmm, I'd like another chance with him" but eh, we'd see. He is an hour's drive away.

We kissed goodbye and I left. It was definitely anti-climatic!! I was so wet and turned on the whole drive home and as soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and masturbated. Damn I needed that! I had been texting my hubby off and on and he said he was so turned on he couldn't pay attention at work and was coming home early! I told him I needed to be finished off. He said he couldn't wait.

And he did. Mmmmmm two guys in one day. 

Awesome.

Feast or famine...and it's feasting time

Hello dear readers! Hope all you sexy mutherfuckers had a great Valentine's Day!!! From what I've read on my Twitter feed, it looks like there was quite a bit of fucking going on. Naughty naughty!!!

I myself had a new hottie over last Wednesday, a cute guy I met him Tinder. Brown hair, brown eyes, just my type. He came to my door and he was actually a little heavy, but I thought, eh, I'm a little chubby these days so WTF. He was 25 years old. Barely a little more than half my age. He was at the same college where I take my writing class which is only 5 min away. He had said his class ended at noon and he'd come right over after.

I always get so nervous with someone new and since I'd poured out all the vodka in the house after discovering my daughter had been pilfering it, I didn't have any to calm my nerves. I did find an unopened "Kinky" vodka, which was pink and a mix of mango and other juices, not really what I wanted but oh well what the hell. I opened it up and poured some into a rocks glass and started sipping. By 12:15 I was getting loaded (I hadn't eaten..too nervous) and not a peep from him. I turned on my PA and plugged in my mic and iPhone and started singing to pass the time. I haven't sung since our last band rehearsal and I was happily surprised that my voice was so strong! I belted out to "Without You" by Motley Crue and "Down Boys" by Warrant, two songs I always wanted to do but the band didn't want to do. I just sang them over and over till a text from him finally came. He was on his way. I texted my hubby right away and he was excited for me and told me to "have fun!!"

When he finally arrived, it was like 12:40 and I was lit. Wearing a red negligee (the same one I wore for F) I had been singing and dancing around my living room and was in such a happy mood. He came in, smiling huge, happy to see me. I tried to put him at ease and said, "yay! you're even cuter than your profile picture!" He took off his boots and jacket, and clearly he hadn't done anything like this before. It was cute. He started to undress right there so I took his hands and stopped him. I told him what I had been doing and did he want something to drink? He said "sure" and I told him the story about why I was drinking the girly vodka. I got a sense he really didn't know what to make of me. While we were standing in the kitchen, I just got in his face and gave him a juicy kiss and said, 'Sorry!! Just had to do that!! Hope that was okay!!" and he giggled and said, "Of course!" He was wearing the dorkiest sweatshirt...it said "Wisconsin" on it and had a picture of a mallard duck. I laughed and mentioned how dorky it was but that I love ducks. He giggled.

Within like 5 minutes, I took him by the hand upstairs. He was late, and we only had an hour cuz I had to leave by 1:50 to pick up my daughter from school.  When we got to my room, he undressed quickly and was totally naked and laid down on my bed. He had a huge dick and it was rock hard and he was ready to go. I went down on him first, and he loved it. I worked my way around his dick and balls and he moaned with delight. We had discussed the whole condom thing in texting and he said he was clean; he hadn't been with anyone else for a really long time anyways. (Hard to believe! He was really cute!) I then laid down next to him and he got on top of me and put his dick in me and pulled out after just a couple thrusts. He came on top of me, like 5 seconds after he started. He was so upset. After he cleaned us up, I said, "Here, come lay with me" and he said, "I'm not the cuddling kind" as he put his clothes back on. I was like, "what's wrong?" dummy me didn't really get why that made him so upset. He mumbled something like, "I shouldn't have come here. I have work I need to do for my dad" or something like that. I said kindly, "That was hot. You were so turned on by me you came quickly. Who cares? Let's go for round 2!" But he wasn't interested. He left so quickly my head was spinning.

I texted him right away that I took it as a compliment, etc. and that I would love to see him again. Never heard back.  I don't know what to think. Guess I'd have to be a guy to get it. Maybe someone can explain it to me. 

I'm still obsessed with F and think of him every day. I have checked his Instagram, which he's blocked me from (nice, right??) but I can see it if I Google it. He seems to still be with the ex-gf who cheated on him, but no new pics of her. AND his FB still says he's single. So whatever. I'm really hoping something happens with this new guy to take my mind off him. He's super cute, and I think he's 22, blond and blue-eyed and a snowboarder to boot. I'll call him "K". Totally hot and sexy. And SWEET. We've been writing back and forth for over a week, almost two maybe? I feel more comfortable with him than anyone I've hadn't yet met. We've even sent silly pics to each other. THAT'S how comfortable I am with him. He told me recently he "wasn't ready". He's worth being patient for, and I told him I wanted him and for him to let me know when he's ready but that I was going to see someone else. I can't sit and wait for anyone. What if he's never ready? My heart gets broken so easily. I get my hopes up and get close to someone and then poof, they're gone. I've had this happen too many times.

Oh, and Allen came back into the picture. He texted me a Happy Valentines' day and we've been chatting. He's soooo perfect in every way except he won't go down on me! So I lost interest. But he's patient and maybe I'll tell him sometime that he needs to work on that and that I'll help him. For now, I'm putting him off saying our schedules just aren't working out to get together.

Another new hottie and I have been writing, and he's the spitting image of F, but with tattoos and piercings!!!!! YAY!!!!!! We've been hot and heavy just for a couple days, and as it stands right now, I'm driving to see him Wednesday. He lives an hour away. DAMN!!!!! But where there's a will, there's a way!!! We'll see. I'm used to these guys being all talk. That's what most of them are. When they find out I'm real and really want to get together with them they disappear. I hope this doesn't happen with this guy....I'll call him Mr. S for now.

Feast or famine. It's feasting time right now--- I've got 5 guys writing me and a girl...she's the most persistent of them all and I'm like, back-pedaling cuz I'm not sure that's what I want to pursue.  Since K's not interested I am hoping Mr. S is just what I'm looking for. I need someone to fall for so I can forget F. I've driven by his fire station on my way to work so many times and haven't seen his car even once. All I can do is hope he will think of me and miss me too and text me. I have to move on.

Have a great week you sexy MF's!!!!