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Saturday, October 6th, 2007

‘m much more prone to typing and posting when I’m tipsy. FYI, pomegranate juice and Malibu rum make a fantastic drink.

Why didn’t anyone tell me that the race car driver guy on Dancing with the Stars is BRAZILIAN??? Dammit. Like I don’t find the guys on this show hot enough already.

*Speaking* of my ex (who is Brazilian), he’s trying to fix me up with a friend of his who used to have an Adult FriendFinder profile. Now, I’ve seen this guy’s pictures and he’s fairly hot and so far I like what I know about him, but… c’mon… isn’t it a little weird to have your ex fix you up? Ok, I’m over it.

I had a date — no euphemism there — with a guy I’ve run into both here and on PG sites. Since it was a PG date, I don’t think there’s much anyone would be interested in hearing about. Just an update, that’s all. I like him, felt comfortable talking with him… but I have a mental issue with his age. He’s only 41. (He reads this blog, too, but, I already told him that.) The thing is, my dad died when he was 42. Now that was a long time ago, but in my head he’s *still* 42. So around that age, to me, is the age of my father. I know, that doesn’t really make sense, but there it is. I do think that being conscious of it helps.

Then there’s this other guy I met through Adult FriendFinder whom I’m a tiny bit gaga over. The few times someone’s been gaga over ME, that’s made me a little uncomfortable, so I worry that’s the case here, too, for him. I’ve met up with him 3 times over the last 2 years. He’s really amazing sex-wise. The last time we got together was just amazing. (Yes, I realize I just used that word twice.) It wasn’t until weeks later, though, that I really realized that he followed almost every single thing in my Cheatsheet … post. Sometimes I can tell guys are doing something because they know I like it. It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but I can tell they’re acting in a way. Not with this guy… like I said, it took me weeks to get that a-ha! moment. And that makes it even more great. For some reason, he’s not interested in more than occasionally hooking up when he’s horny, though. What the hell? If it’s so good, physically, I shouldn’t complain!!!

Ok, I’m done. For now.

So much for going out.

Sunday, December 31st, 2006
I could be out. Dressed up. Dressed sexy. Cleavage. Fishnets and heels showing off my short, but shapely, legs.

Drinking, tipsy, laughing. Ok, probably more like giggling.

Am I alone, flirting? Or with someone I’ve arranged a date with? Either way, I’m being seduced. Hands caressing my ass, drawing me closer to dance. I press close to his body. Turning around. Rolling, never losing contact. I press my buttocks into him, feeling his hardness. That is such an erotic sensation. Knowing that my body is turning his on. And I rotate my hips, to arouse him even more and to feel every inch myself.

Kisses. He wants to leave. Go to the room. But, I love the anticipation as much as the actual event. So, no. We will whisper to each other about what we wish we were doing right now. What we *will* be doing later. The anticipation builds. My clit throbs….

But, dammit. I’m here. Home. Alone.

It’s not anyone’s fault other than my own. I’m just getting over a cold. I didn’t want to go out while my nose is all red.
I have the house to myself tonight, too. My mom is away and so is my sister. Plus, I got Tivo for Christmas and I’m having WAY too much fun with it.

I have New Year’s resolutions, too. Kind of. I am GOING to get my posessions in order. In other words, I have an extraordinarily messy room that needs to be fixed. I’ve gained weight in the last few months that makes me feel very dumpy. I’m gonna fix that. Try to be healthier in general. I quit smoking 10 months ago, so what the hell? I can do all this other stuff, too. It should be a snap!

Damn… this is kinda good wine…