Archive | April 2012

My Breaking Point With Manwhore

Well, it finally happened.  I lost my damn mind and my ability to control my mouth.  Last night Manwhore and I got in a huge fight.  It was unexpected and over something seemingly insignificant.  As my sister said, “It’s about damn time.”

I sent him a text last night asking him to stop by the store on his way home.  He sent me a text back telling me that he was bringing a friend home with him, Whore #2.  Yes, the territory-marking bitch ice queen who was rude to me and who hated me.  As you can tell, I have such fond memories of her.  This was the same woman who he said he told not to contact him anymore because of the awful things she said about me.

So…when I got his text I replied “What?! Why?”  It’s bad enough he’s started up the whore parade again, at least he could have the decency to bring in fresh meat.  This stuff with bringing in tired old used pussy is just sad.  See there I go again with my big mouth.  I just can’t seem to help myself.  It seems that I have deep anger issues when it comes to Manwhore.

So, he got pissed off that I asked why he was bringing her over.  When they came in he immediately came in my room and said we needed to talk.  I told him that I didn’t want to talk with her here, but he insisted.  That really pissed me off.  So, in full-on pissed-off redheaded preacher’s daughter fashion, I let him have it, and was loud enough so that she could hear it all.  I told him things that I have held in for years, and a few things that were just for her benefit.  It was oddly freeing.  I was so mad I was shaking.

I haven’t gone that far over the edge in a very long time.  This morning I called my sister and told her some of what I told him.  She laughed and said that coming from anyone else it would be awful, but coming out of my mouth, it was just funny.  I wasn’t trying to be funny.  I was trying to spit fire, and burn his ass.  I think I accomplished my goal.

As I told him off he got angrier, I got louder, and he told me he hated me.  I returned those feelings.  I yelled a lot about how he admitted to using me, how he manipulated me and my feelings, how he fucked everything that he could get his hands on, and how he needed to leave me alone, get out of my room and go fuck the ugly cunt in the living room.  I didn’t call her an ugly cunt though.  I called her something far worse, and made sure I said it loud enough and enough times for her to hear.  I was terrible.  I admit it.  Anger does terrible things to people and I’m not immune.

He told me that he was so mad that he wanted to hit me.  I was prepared for anything.  He didn’t hit me.  If he had I probably would have pulled my .38 out of the drawer.  Thank God I didn’t have to do that.  It did get me to thinking though.  If we were fighting that bad, and getting that angry at one another, it was time to go.  So I told him I would move out.  Never mind the $4,000 I spent getting us into this apartment, or the $1,500 deposit I am going to lose.  I need out.

Then she walked in and looked like she was either high or drunk as hell.  She didn’t say a word.  He told her we were talking and closed the door on her.  Not long after he left my room he took her home.

I hate the idea of leaving New Orleans, this beautiful apartment, and Endymion, but I think it’s best for now.  I’m not ruling out the idea of moving back here at some point, but for now I need to get away from him and this city.

I haven’t broken the news to Endymion yet.  I hope he will want to stay in touch and maybe even visit one another occasionally.  If not that’s fine too.  I’ll miss him because he’s a great guy and my first cub, but I’ll find another cub to play with.

Dammit.  I hate how things can change so drastically in a matter of hours.  It’s time to let go and move on though.  I will more than likely return to the Big Easy one day.  I love it here too much to stay away for good.  Until that time, I’m going to stay with my sister and help her out like I should have done over a month ago.

To top it off, he brought her home with him again tonight.  She’s still here.  I am fighting the urge to pull out my .38 and start cleaning it.  Maybe I should at least unload it so as not to have any accidents.  I’m just kidding of course.  I would never do such a thing.  I’m too careful, and too good a shot, to have an accident.

This just keeps getting better.  I was about to post this when Manwhore came in to ask me when I was leaving and when I’d be back for the rest of my stuff.  I told him I’m leaving tomorrow and will be back probably Tuesday to get the rest.  I told him I’d probably need stay the night because that’s a lot of driving and I’ll be loading everything up into the truck myself.  Being the smart ass that he is, he said that if I didn’t leave at noon I could do it all in one day.  Then he said that his step-daughter is coming to stay a week, so basically he told me that I wasn’t welcome stay.  That’s fine mother fucker.  I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.  If I have to I’ll get a hotel, and I told him so.

How did I ever get so involved with such a lying cheating manipulative sleazy asshole like Manwhore?  Well, I’ve learned my lesson once and for all.  I’m finished with looking for a relationship.  I’m finished forgiving Manwhore and trying to be his friend.  I’m finished with old men that can’t keep their dicks in their pants, and I’m finished with Manwhore for good.

So here’s to all the men I’ve loved in New Orleans.  May you live long and prosper.  Except Manwhore.  May his cock fall off and may he never get any good pussy ever again.  No, I’m not still angry. 😉

This meeting of the She-woman Man-haters Club is now adjourned.

Happy humping!

When Endymion Smiles

There are just some days when I can’t help but think that I’m living a charmed life.  Here I am, a 37 year-old southern girl, living in a beautiful apartment right damn smack in the heart of New Orleans.  To top it off I spent the afternoon enjoying the attentions of my new young man, Endymion, and then writing and enjoying the beautiful day from the balcony.  I don’t think I could ask for a better day, or life, now.

I really don’t have anything deep or meaningful to tell you now, so I’ll just tell you a few things that made me smile instead.

Endymion came over about noon today.  We had discussed watching a movie, so I picked one out for us to pretend to watch.  My choice was Waking Ned Devine.  He had seen it already, but that didn’t really matter.  It’s not like we were actually going to watch it anyway.

Less than five minutes after he got here, as I was putting the DVD in the player, he came up behind me and started to run his hand up my skirt.  I managed to get the movie started and then he sat down on the bed and pulled me over to him and kissed me.  He did apologize for not being able to control himself, but he also said he just couldn’t wait.  That’s understandable.  😉

"Christmas has come early this year, Kitty." Michael O'Sullivan

As we stood out on the balcony later, he asked me how I would introduce him if we were on the street and ran into someone I knew.  I told him I would introduce him like I would anyone else.  (I wanted to say that I’d introduce him as my “24 year-old big-dicked boy-toy,” but I didn’t.)  I asked how he would introduce me.  He hesitated a moment, then said with a sly grin on his face, “I don’t know. I guess I’d say, ‘this is Ginger, my math tutor.'”  LOL  My response?  “Maybe sex ed tutor would be better.”  He laughed.

We came back to the bedroom for another round.  After we were done, he told me to lay on my side so we could spoon.  He told me that he likes to cuddle.  Wow.  Really?  A man who actually enjoys cuddling?  Those exist?  Cool.

Later he complimented me on my awesome oral skills.  I believe his exact words were, “Oh my God you are so good at that.”

Then for the grand finale.  Endymion is a college student.  He told me he needed to leave soon.  I assumed he had a class to go to.  He got up and as he was putting on his black shirt he said that he had to wear a collared shirt to seminary.  Wait.  Did I hear that right?  Seminary?  He then said that everyone else wears the black suits and shirts with priest collars, but he just had to wear a shirt with a collar.  Uh, ok.

Come to find out, my young man spends a lot of his time with priests, and in seminary, because he’s studying Latin.  I knew about the Latin part, but not about the seminary and priests parts.

So here I am corrupting this poor boy, ravaging him, and then sending him off to hang out at church with the priests.  I do believe there is a special kind of hell for people like me.  Ego sum perfututum. (I am totally fucked.)

Happy humping!

Completely baked

No, not me.  Endymion.

To give you a better understanding of why I gave Endymion a chance and agreed to meet him, I should share with you the first message that he sent me on OkCupid.  It simply said:

“There’s not a word for how charming you seem to be…”

That sweet little message made me stop and take a second look at his profile.  I then noticed that he was only 24 years old.  Too young for me for sure.  What could I possibly have in common with a guy that young?  Oh, who cares.  Flattery will get you everywhere with me.

I logged onto OkCupid yesterday to view a message that I had received.  While logged on I noticed that Endymion’s profile had been disabled/deleted.  That’s odd I thought.  Why would he delete his profile?  I couldn’t figure it out so I sent him a text and asked him.

He messaged me back this morning and said that he deleted it because he is done meeting new people, then he proceeded to ask if he could come back over today.  Huh?  Done?  Why?  Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus.  Does this mean what I think it means?  The boy is hooked…on me?

How can a 24-year-old boy think that I’m the one for him?  I know I’m great and all, but really?  Just because I rocked his little world that doesn’t mean we’re soul mates or anything.

Then he sent me this message:

[Ginger]. Just wanted you to know that I’m most definitely not romantic with anyone who isn’t you.

So. It’s your cock.

lol

That kind of caught me off guard.  The last thing I’d expect to hear from my 24-year-old boy-toy is that he is ready to be in a monogamous relationship with me.  In my weak attempt at a reply I said:

Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of it. I’m not seeing anyone else either. That’s sweet of you to tell me.

Endymion then said:

I’m thrilled to be fucking you. It’s plenty for me.

So…all of this has my head spinning.  I’m not sure how to process all of this so I think I’m just going to go with it.  Whatever happens, happens.  Nothing like using a total lack of planning as a plan.  Right?

I’m more than happy to teach him what I can while I can, but I make no long-term promises.  He’s young and let’s face it, this relationship has the odds stacked a mile high against it already.  However, until the bottom falls out, I’m willing to enjoy him as much as he will allow, and I’m thinking that’s going to be a lot. 😉

One good thing about young men is that they can orgasm multiple times in a short period of time.  I learned that recently.  I think the surprised look on my face when he asked if I was ready to go again less than five minutes later, pretty much said it all.

Another thing I’ve been thinking about is how people will react to seeing us together.  I know it’s still a tad taboo, but at this point I really don’t care what anyone thinks.  Hell, maybe I’ll even take him with me to my 20th high school class reunion this July.  That would be hilarious.

In other news…I’ve started taking daily vitamins, lots of them. 😉

Happy humping!

Cougar or Cradle Robber?

So what is the difference between being a cougar and being a cradle robber?  I was curious so I looked it up.

According to About.com a cougar is:

The short answer: A cougar is an older woman who is primarily attracted to and has sex with significantly younger men.

Answer: The most commonly accepted definition of a cougar is a woman 40 years of age or older who exclusively pursues very young men. The onset of the cougar years is hotly debated. Some feel that a cougar can be as young as 35, but women of this age would not be viewed as cougars unless their sexual conquests were no older than 25; the ten-year age difference seems to be an unspoken but accepted minimum between partners.

*As I am not yet 40, I fall into the hotly debated area.  As Endymion is only 24, and there is a 13 year age difference, which is greater than the required 10 year difference, that would still qualify me as a cougar.

According to the Urban Dictionary a cradle robber is defined as:

A person who taps people significantly younger than he/she is. If X is the older person’s age then they are a cradle robber if they date a person who is less than half of their age plus 7 years. But for this function to work, X must be greater than or equal to 18. (Y = .5X + 7 X:18,infinity))

*So according to this formula, I am 37, half of that is 18.5, 18.5 plus 7 is 25.5.   Endymion is 24 years old, so the age difference is greater than the minimum of 11.5 years.  I assume this qualifies me as a cradle robber.

Enough with all that math crap.  It seems I am both a cougar and a cradle robber.  Well, at least I’m not a gold digger.

My first meeting with Endymion went very well.  We sat on the balcony and talked for a while.  He was extremely attracted to me and did not hesitate to tell me so.  I found him to be quite attractive as well.  He is very cerebral and didn’t seem like the typical 24-year-old college frat boy.  On the other hand, he still was young enough that he had a hard time keeping his raging hormones in check.  It’s OK though.  I told him I’d slap him if he went too far.  😉  I didn’t have to slap him by the way.

We made plans to meet again this coming week.  He suggested we go out on a real “date” next time, “like to dinner or a movie.”  It was so cute the way he said it.  LOL  I agreed that it would probably be a good idea.  Hanging out in my apartment is cool and all, but people sometimes behave differently in public and I’m curious to see how he acts.  I don’t think he will act much differently.  He seems to be a pretty normal down-to-earth kid guy.

Until next time…

Happy humping!

Awaiting Endymion

I had to reschedule with Endymion.  He’s on his way here now.  I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with this little 24-year old boy.  I’m sure I’ll think of something though.  Hahahaha!

Happy humping!