Warning: This blog is not G-Rated.

I thought that I might ought to make a sticky-post warning people that my blog is not anywhere near G-rated and does contain sexually explicit material.  It’s not porn or anything, but I do tend to go into graphic detail at times and I also don’t always filter myself when it comes to strong language.  My goal is to entertain, inspire, inform and just speak my mind.  That means that anything that pops into my head, including things like sex, drugs, religion, relationships, and family is all open for discussion.  I don’t want to offend anyone, but I do believe in freedom of speech and am going to use that freedom as much as possible.  So, if you’re easily offended, especially by sexual content, I’d recommend you not to read any further.  And if you are related to me…please, don’t read any further!  Just call me and I’ll send you a check to stay away from my blog.  🙂

Live & Let Live!

God Bless & Happy Humping!

Ginger aka Preacher’s Daughter aka PD

Babe, I’m gonna leave you

I promised a follow-up to my last post.  Better late than never, right?

For the past two months I have seen Doc Oc occasionally, usually once a week.  About one month ago he came over one evening and as we were sitting on the couch he said he needed to tell me something. I immediately got nervous, thinking that maybe he had a girlfriend or wife.  No such luck.  He told me that he was moving back to his hometown, which is over four hours away.

My heart sank.  I thought I had finally found a guy in this crappy state that I not only could tolerate, but actually liked.  And now he’s leaving me.

Of course this is the guy who I thought could possibly be a serial killer.  He isn’t, of course.  However, he’s a very quiet person, much like myself, but even more so.  I told my sister that now I know what it’s like to date me, and it’s awful.  And I don’t mean that negatively against him.  I just know that quiet people are difficult nuts to crack.  We hold in so much.  All of our emotions and feelings, hopes and dreams, thoughts and beliefs.  Introverts can be extremely complex people.  Personally, think I do better in relationships with extroverts, even though those are the one’s that usually don’t work out.

Anyway…Oh!  I haven’t even described Doc Oc to you yet.  He’s sexy, in a nerdy hipster subdued kind of way.  Think Robert Downey, Jr. meets young James Spader.  His ass though.  Thank you Jesus for this boy’s ass.  It’s so grab-able.  He’s also intelligent and funny.  It’s just that he doesn’t open up and talk much, which I do wish he had done.

Oh, well.  The good ones always go away.  Or I go away.  Someone always goes away.

My prayer for the day:

“Jesus, just send me Bruno Mars…or Sting…I’d accept Sting also.”

Because I could fuck the hell out of some Bruno, or Sting, right now.

Until next time…”It’s only half past the point of no return.”

Peace, love, & happiness.

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The New Tales of a Single Ginger Preacher’s Daughter

I’ve been single again now for almost six months. Of course I’ve had the occasional “relationship” since then, but nothing serious, and certainly nothing even close to “being in love.” I’m completely satisfied with that. I’m in no hurry to get back into a serious relationship. When I was dating the Scotsman, I did start getting a little too attached though. So when he dumped me just a couple of days into January, I was hurt, and a little pissed off. Here I was taking the leap again, and trusted this guy, and he has to go and turn out to be an asshole. I’m over it now, but at the time it really bothered me.

Since kicking Buck, husband #3, out of the apartment for good, I’ve been busy working and haven’t been able to date much. When I do have time though, I’d like to spend that time with someone who is laid back, smart, funny, and sexy. So far I’ve only had very little luck.

Redbeard

After Scotsman, I met Redbeard on my favorite dating site, Plenty of Fish. Redbeard is former military, injured in Afghanistan, and now unemployed. Of all of those things, the only thing that really turned me off was that he’s a ginger. I know, I know, it sounds strange because I’m a ginger myself, but I just can’t help that I’ve never really been attracted to redheaded men.

I gave him an honest try though. I gave him a chance even though he’s going through a bitter divorce and has a 16-year-old daughter, and didn’t seem to have much time to come over and hang out. (“Hang out” is basically my code for have sex.) I just wanted a FWB type situation, and I stated that clearly on my profile. So when Redbeard started coming over for a couple of hours and then leaving, without having sex with me, I started getting pissed off about the situation. I got the feeling that he was only coming over to drink my beer and smoke my weed. That, my dear sir, is not acceptable. If I’m going to get a guy tipsy and high, then dammit, he’d better make it worth my while. LOL

So last Friday, after not seeing him at all for almost two weeks, I sent him a message on Facebook explaining how I felt, and letting him know that I wanted to call it quits and just be friends (no benefits). He sent me a message back two days later saying that he was sorry and had been preoccupied with family stuff, but he still wanted to try to hang out sometime. I told him that once things calm down we might get to. I don’t know how realistic that is though because I’m really not that into him.

Brendan Fraser

Saturday night, Brendan Fraser (he looks like a young Brendan Fraser…duh. lol) came over around 9:30 pm. We talked for a while and then made out on the couch. I had not yet had sexual intercourse with Brendan, but I definitely wanted to. The previous weekend he had come over and stayed for about three hours. We drank and smoked and listed to music and he ordered a pBone when we discovered that we both played trombone and I asked if he had ever seen one. (http://pbone.co.uk/) Right when Brendan was about to leave that first night, we were standing in the kitchen saying goodbye when he went to hug me and ended up kissing me. My switch turned on and I went for it. We ended up making out on the couch. I didn’t even bother asking if he wanted to go to the bedroom. Something in me took over and the next thing I know I was swallowing his load. So, once that was done he really did have to leave so we kissed goodnight and he left.

When he came back over Friday night, I was ready for a lot more. I wanted the D! LOL And I got what I wanted. I forgot to mention that he is ten years younger than me. He had a lot of stamina, and he didn’t waste any of it. I just hope my upstairs neighbor couldn’t hear me. The only thing that I didn’t like was that he didn’t stay longer. I would have loved to have gotten a few more rounds in with him. Twice was not nearly enough for me.

Doc Oc

This past Saturday night, I met Doc Oc, the optometrist. He’s older than me, but he looks younger, and he has kind of a metro sexual hipster vibe going on. I was digging it. However, when he first got here he was so soft-spoken and reserved that I kept thinking that he might get up and leave at any moment. Once he had a beer, relaxed, and saw my lunch box collection, he opened up a little. I did appreciate that even though he was on the quieter side, that didn’t mean he was shy. I like when men make the first move. I’ll do it if I have to, but I don’t always want to have to be the one to do it.

He started slowly and respectfully by holding my hand, which was sweet. Fifteen minutes later his hand was in my pants and then mine was unzipping his. We stopped there after a while though. He said he wanted to continue when he wasn’t so tired. I was sexually frustrated, but I had to accept his offer of continuing later. If he could deal with some blue balls, then so could I. But O.M.G. I was dying.

I text my sister after he left telling her that I was still alive and that he wasn’t a serial killer. I also told her that I was in trouble with this one because he made my heart skip a beat…and that shit hurts! I have a heart condition! LOL I have a very strong feeling that he might just be the muse I’ve been looking for.

So…it’s only Monday. I have to wait until Saturday to see Doc Oc again. I hope I make it that long. Between the chest pains and the horniness, I might die. We will see. I will (or my sister if I die) update you on what happens. 😉

Until next time…

Peace, love, & happiness.

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Kilt be gone

You know how I said that some dreams come true? Well, they do. Then they turn into nightmares. Maybe not nightmares, but at least a bad dream.

The Scotsman started getting weird on New Year’s Day. Then two days later we were broken up. Now I’m desperate for dick and looking for trouble in all the wrong places.

When you wish upon a star

Sometimes dreams do come true, no matter how small and insignificant they may seem.

sexykiltSix years ago I wrote a post called “Amen Snoop. Amen.” In the post I described a dream that I had about a tall Scottish god of a man in a kilt with legs like tree trunks. Well, guess what? I finally met him last week. He’s 6’3″ with dark wavy hair and legs, well, like tree trunks. Also, he’s Scottish, accent and all. Although he wasn’t wearing a kilt when I met him, he still managed to make me weak in the knees. Oh, and I found the Loch Ness Monster. I’d say I found it under the kilt, but like I said, unfortunately, there was no kilt. So at least I finally got to find out who the Scottish hunk in my dream was.

I know you’re probably wondering what happened with my soon to be ex-husband, Buck.  Well, he’s still being a disgusting whore. Except now I think he’s sunk lower and has become a full-blown meth head who has to prostitute himself out to support his bad habits. I think this because he keeps posting pictures and videos and tweeting about it. He tries to say that all the stuff that he posts is “just talk”, but I’m not stupid enough to believe that.

So I’m working on a strategy for the divorce and moving on with my life. This Preacher’s Daughter has had enough of losers, users, and abusers. I’m ready to enjoy my freedom and maybe even spend some time with a decent man for a change.

Until next time…

Peace, love, & happiness.

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7 Stages of Grief and Revenge

Since my last post I’ve been through the ups and downs of dealing with a breakup and eventual divorce. According to Psychology Today the seven stages are:

  1. Desperate for answers
  2. Denial
  3. Bargaining
  4. Relapse
  5. Anger
  6. Initial Acceptance
  7. Redirected Hope

I have gone through them all in the past few weeks, but mostly I was in the Anger stage from day one. Even though I have moved on to acceptance and am now redirecting my hope, I am still very angry.  I know from experience with breakups and divorces that I tend to hold on to the anger for a very long time.  It took over a decade for me to let go of the anger that I felt towards my first husband.  So I know it’s not easy.

14440941_10153959826471245_6575377571505592407_nWith Buck I knew almost from the very first moment that I confronted him about his cheating and lying that we would never again be a couple and that I could not live with him ever again.  When someone hurts you that bad, it’s almost impossible to just forgive and forget.  There is no forgetting the pictures, the videos, the emails, and the text messages that I saw from him to various other people.  The one girl in particular that he had seen without my knowledge hurt me more than the rest because not only was Buck calling me horrible names and making fun of me with her, he had her calling me those same awful names.  And to top it all off he was bragging about all the lying, cheating, and how he was just using me for my money.  Here’s a quote from one of his texts: “I need wifey to pay pigs bills so it can have money for you.”  Does that sound like a good and decent human being? Fuck no.  He’s a pig quite literally, because that’s what he likes to be called by his mistresses and princesses who he pays to abuse him and treat him like garbage.  That is until they get horny and let him eat their pussy and assholes.  Then he has the balls to brag about coming home to me and kissing me with their piss and shit and god knows what else on his breath.

1507713_617184971698483_495194207582587759_nOf course he denies it all and says that it was all “just talk.”  Sound familiar?  I think I’ve heard that disgusting pig Donald Trump say something similar.

The list is endless as far as the awful things he’s said and done.  So, I may have already deleted all of his online accounts that I could get into, but the war is far from over.  He dropped off the “do it yourself” divorce papers over a week ago.  I still haven’t signed them and won’t until I’m satisfied that he has repaid the debt he owes me.  I know revenge isn’t always a good plan, that maybe I should let karma handle it, but just in case, I am going to make sure he pays.  No man or woman should be let off scot-free after they have destroyed someone’s life, self-esteem, and self-confidence like he has.

cheater_carMy only regret at this point is that I didn’t back up his old phone to my computer before he had a chance to report it lost and wipe it clean.  That’s ok though because I did manage to get enough screen shots and pictures saved before he wiped it.  I may not be the smartest cookie, but I know enough to be dangerous.  And he found that out the hard way.

So for now I’m going to continue trying to move on with my life while also trying to expunge him from my life without feeling like he’s going unpunished.

Until next time…

Peace, love, & happiness.

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