I blogged a year ago about this conference that I’m at right now. This time I’m in Louisville, Kentucky.
Damn, some of these librarians are SO DAMN cute!!!!
And that is all I have to report. Sweet dreams for me. 
Ok… just so you know, I REALLY hardly ever drink. HOWEVER… librarian conferences are *really* known for heavy partying and drinking. Well, they are if you’re a librarian anyway.
So. Brief summary.
Coyote Ugly Bar. Yes, it/they actually exist, it’s not just a movie. Me. Drunk. Skanky outfit (if modified). Dancing on bar. Flirting with incredibly gorgeous 33 yr. old French Canadian.
Sex.
I didn’t even cum. But damn, he was good with his hands anyway. Wow.
BTW - not cumming had nothing to do with him. It just wasn’t happening. Not a big deal.
You know what? I really do enjoy this whole slut persona. Not giving a fuck. Just fucking. Even some people on AFF, a SEX dating site, have a not so great opinion of people like me. But, you know what? It’s fun. EVEN if I don’t cum. It’s STILL fun. I love it. I love getting a lot of sex and not giving a fuck what others think about that. And I love fucking guys who either really don’t care how many other guys I’ve fucked OR actually get TURNED ON by the fact that I’ve been fucked by so many other guys. The second being MUCH preferred over the first.
Ok…. like I said, I didn’t actually cum with this guy. So excuse me for not writing more while I go fuck *myself*. I really do love this whole being a slut thing…
So, I’m in Denver. For a librarian conference. No, really. We have conferences!
Anyway, I got in late last night and immediately headed to the hotel bar/lounge for food and drinks. Somehow I forgot to bring something to read! This is a huge deal. I *always* have something to read with me. I could have gone back up to my room to get a book, but there was only about 10 minutes left for the bar to take food orders… so, I took out the journal/notebook I carry in my purse and began to blog the old-fashioned way, with pen and paper.
Did you know that alcohol has a greater / faster effect on you in higher altitudes? True. This is my second drunk blogging post. Except that now, when I’m transcribing it, I’m sober. This is really not giving an accurate impression of me… *sigh*
Heregoes as written in my notebook (with spelling corrections):
I’m in Denver. For a librarian conference.
*Not written in my notebook: Hmmm… sounds familiar. Ok, Ok, I’ll stop making comments about what I wrote…*
Actually I’m writing — pen & paper — in the hotel lounge. I’d so love to take one of these guys back to my room! Well, one of about three guys.
Not being on the site all day long makes me even more behind in answering emails. Something like 28 new ones today. And I promised in my profile to answer all of them. THAT was stupid.
Oh! And O’Hare, on a weeknight at least, is FULL of men!!! And they all look familiar. LOL! So. Weird.
What would any of these guys do if I basically just asked them to accompany me back to my room? See, guys SAY hey, that would be awesome. But really, wouldn’t you be a bit freaked out? Even if it was a girl as luscious as me? LOL! J/k. I’m too scared to find out. I really can’t handle that kind of rejection well.
I’d be more likely to try if any of these guys were alone. But they’re all in groups of 3 or 4. One’s leaving. Damn. Anyway. 2 of the 3 are (were) in a group with one woman. Which makes me even less likely to flirt. Damn damn damn.
What would I say anyway?
Really I believe I would have approached this one guy who was here earlier alone. Would have asked him if he knew where to get dinner and if he wanted to join me. Easy. Not so easy when a guy’s with other people. Diamn is this how guys feel at bars all the time?
Is it so wrong somehow to be so picky about looks — particularly body type? Or to be picky about age?
Age — I think of myself as so much younger than I actually am. So guys not THAT much older than me seem a LOT older.
Ok. One of the guys has definitely (?) noticed me noticing him. Now what? Because my first reaction is that he’s thinking “yeah, right. Like YOU could have ME.” I don’t think I have low self-esteem. *I* think I’m great. I just don’t ever believe that anyone else does, too.
A guy I’m NOT interested in just tried to converse with me.
*I’m tired. The rest to be finished tomorrow.*