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Waking the Sleeping Giant

So I had an interesting weekend.  Saturday night I went to the local watering hole to hear some music and hang out with DC.  I had a great time hanging out and talking to her.  I almost didn’t go though.

I was supposed to go out with Woody on Friday night, but his motor home broke down on the way back from the coast.  So I didn’t hear back from him until about 4:30 am Saturday morning.  He then had to go to work, so our plans were pretty much shot yet again.

After a call from DC on Saturday afternoon, I decided to go out instead of wasting the weekend sitting at home.  So I got to the bar, had a seat, and ordered a beer.  While I waited for DC to arrive I glanced around the bar.  There was a big table of people at the other end of the bar.  I noticed one guy standing by the table and I sort of thought I caught him looking at me, but I wasn’t sure.  I was trying not to stare, but at the same time I was trying to figure out why he looked familiar.  I didn’t know if maybe I had seen him on Plenty of Fish, or if I had just seen him there at the bar before.

A little while later, DC arrived and we ended up going outside on the patio to smoke and talk.  We went through some of the profiles of guys who had messaged me on POF, and DC either gave them a thumbs up or a thumbs down.  As the night went on, and as they closed up, a couple of friends, the owner, and some of the staff joined us on the patio.  What I didn’t really notice at the time was that the guy from earlier was there sitting across from me.  Finally it was time to call it a night and DC gave me a ride home.

The next morning I woke up to my phone buzzing and vibrating.  As I usually do first thing when I wake up, I grabbed my phone and checked the number of emails, texts, Facebook alerts, etc. that were waiting for me.  Of course I also checked my POF app icon & it showed that I had a message waiting.  So I checked it first, thinking it would probably be more entertaining than anything else.

The message said, “I hope if I speak u won’t parade my pics around like the other guys u did tonight.  Is my age a problem?  My name is Airman I was at the bar tonight and would have spoken but u were with a friend.”  He had messaged me at 12:47 am.

HK boyshortsAfter a short WTF moment, I messaged him back.  Then he wrote, “Btw not to sound terrible but I noticed your Hello Kitty panties last night when you got up one time and I must say it’s kind of a turn on cause it’s something different.”  I couldn’t help but to laugh.  I did have on my black boy short undies with the hot pink “Hello Kitty” band at the top.  I didn’t know that they were peeking out the top of my jeans when I got up though.  Then he told me that the reason he noticed my undies was because he checked out my ass numerous times that night, and there’s something about a grown woman in cartoon panties that is a turn on.

Well, who am I to argue with that?  If this 26-year-old guy wants to come over and hang out in hopes of getting another peek at my Hello Kitty undies, then bring it on!

About 7 o’clock Sunday night, Airman showed up to my apartment.  He was cuter than I remembered, and beefy, very beefy.  Here I was in my living room with a guy almost fifteen years younger than me and all I could think was, this is going to be awkward.  See, I’ve been with younger guys before, as you all know, and I suppose I have high expectations from them.  I was spoiled by Endymion and Thord.  They were both extremely cool in and out of the bedroom.  How could this hunk of man candy possibly live up to my high expectations?

Well, it turned out that he’s a very nice guy, was in the Air Force, did a tour in Iraq, very laid back, and dammit if he didn’t have a very talented tongue too.  The guy could kiss, really kiss.  It wasn’t too sloppy or too aggressive.  It was great.  I had absolutely no complaints until he fell asleep, and he slept, and slept, and, oh my God.  Was he ever going to wake up and leave?  I watched tv and rubbed/scratched his back while he slept.  (He has a very nice firm back and butt.)

Eventually I grabbed my phone and sent my sister a text.

text 1As you can see, she was not much help.

Thirty-five minutes after that last text, he woke up and I told him that I needed to go to bed.  He gave me a kiss goodbye and went home, and I went to bed and passed out.

Today I got a text from Airman.  He said, “U want to hit replay tonight?”  As much as I wanted to say yes, I knew I had laundry to do and I was just exhausted from a long day at work.  I had to tell him that tomorrow night would be better.  He tried hard to get me to change my mind, but I wouldn’t give in.  Then he sent me another text, but I can’t even post that on this blog.  It was flattering and graphic all at the same time.  I’ll just say it wasn’t the first time I’ve been exuberantly complimented on a certain part of my body.  It made me feel both shocked and all tingly inside at the same time.

So he’s coming back over tomorrow night.  It should be fun! 😉

Happy hump, hump, humping!

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Locked out of heaven: How I know when I’m in love

Music-is-Love-music-1123041_768_576Teacher and I have dated for about a month and a half now, and since it’s been a crazy few weeks I thought I should do a recap of what’s been going on.

Two weeks ago I helped Teacher move into his new place and had a wonderful weekend hanging out with him.  On Sunday night we were in his room, bringing stuff in, and he stopped me and told me he loved me.  I was surprised, but it wasn’t totally unexpected.  As I was leaving one night the week before, I thought I heard him let it slip out, but I wasn’t sure so I didn’t say anything.  It was one of those quick “love you, bye” type things.  Like I said, I wasn’t sure so I acted like I didn’t hear anything.

After that night I started thinking about it and couldn’t stop.  I kept wondering if I just really liked him and was mistaking it for something more, or if I was just getting ahead of myself, of if I just really wanted it to be love.  Self-doubt is a bitch.  All week I wondered if I should say it first or wait for him to say it, because what if he didn’t feel the same way…what if he’d think I was rushing things…what if…oh damn…too many “what ifs” to worry about.  I decided to just wait and see what happened.  Then he went and said it first, and he didn’t say it in bed!  Brownie points for Teacher! 😉

pkdividerA little over a week ago I was headed out of town to see Teacher perform at a local pub.  I was running late because my sister didn’t approve of my first three outfits, but I had to stop and get gas before leaving town.  When I was about ten miles out of town, I heard an awful clicking noise.  I let down my window and then I heard a really loud pop.  My car then lost all power and I had to drift off to the side of the highway.  Fortunately it was not quite dark yet, but it was getting dark fast and about to storm, and I couldn’t even turn my flashers on.

Besides being late, stuck on the side of the road, and about to be caught in a storm, my window wouldn’t roll back up.  I called AAA, but unfortunately I forgot to renew my membership, so I was screwed.  Then I remembered that my sister had AAA, so I called her.  She was not amused by my plea for help, but she did offer to let me call AAA myself and pretend to be her so that they could come and tow me back to town.  She’s so thoughtful.

So I called them and they said that they would send a tow truck “as soon as possible.”  I hate that phrase.  When AAA says that, it usually means you’ll be sitting there sweating your ass off for a few hours.  So I called my sister back and told her that it might be a while, and could she come and meet me there since I was in the dark and about to be in the rain on the side of the road.  She agreed, and off sis and Little Bubba went to rescue me.

While I was waiting on my rescuers to arrive, I sent Teacher a text telling him that I wasn’t going to make it and he immediately called me to see if I was alright.  I explained the situation and said I’d talk to him the next day.  After we hung up he sent me a text saying that he missed me.  I replied, “I miss you too.  Sing one for me. ;)”  His reply was pretty awesome.  He said, “I’ll sing all of them for you!”

They arrived about a half hour later while I was sitting in my car playing Candy Crush on my new iPhone (courtesy of Bossman).  After sitting in the truck with them for another half hour, AAA finally called me back and said that they couldn’t find a tow truck for me, and they asked if I could wait until the morning.  I didn’t really have much choice, so I agreed.  I got everything I could out of the car, locked it up (yes, even though the window was half way down I still locked it), and we went back home.

pkdividerOver the last few weeks I’ve received messages from Manwhore, Golfer, EB and others trying to talk me into meeting them for a little “fun.”  Flattery is often my weakness, as you’ve probably noticed.  This time it was just nice to hear, but didn’t make me want to see any of them.  I even received a very nice message on Facebook from Thord on Sunday.  Last week I changed my Facebook status from “single” to “in a relationship with [Teacher]” and I guess Thord noticed.

His message said, “You could have just said you were dating someone.  😉  I wouldn’t have kept bugging you so much!”  I told him that he wasn’t bugging me at all.  In fact I hadn’t heard from him in two weeks.  Then he said, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. lol”  Now this is the kicker…he said, “Like… I feel like I had a delicious bite of ice cream, the best there is, then the place went out of business and discontinued the ice cream.  So sad!  Well, you have my number and my Facebook, and I hope that if you ever want to talk you will.  You’re an amazing woman and I hope that we can at least be friends.  I’ll do my best not to try and steal you away.  Oh, and just so you know. You really were absolutely amazing.”

How freaking sweet is he?!  Out of all the men I’ve dated in the past, he’s the one who deserves to find a great woman to be with.  I hope he finds her sooner than later, and that he doesn’t turn into a womanizing jackass like so many of the others I’ve dated.  Maybe it’s just his youth, or his shy nature, but I like to think that he’s just really a nice guy.

pkdividerSo how do I know when I’m in love?  Well, I usually don’t know until I’ve had my heart broken.  This time is different though.  When he looks at me, when he sneaks my name into a song, when he sings “I want to rock your gypsy soul”, when he holds me tight, when I can’t stop thinking about him, when I find myself worrying about him, but mostly, it’s when I have no desire to be with any other man…when their flattering words just make me smile and nothing more, then my thoughts wander back to him…that’s how I know.

Happy humping!

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Cougar Tales: Enter the Master

Alexander SkarsgardA couple of weeks ago I befriended a young man, Thord, on FetLife.  He had sent me a nice message and we had started talking.  He’s a 24-year-old  student at a nearby university.  I’m still not sure why he was on FetLife.  He doesn’t really seem to have any overt fetishes.  However, he is sort of a quiet straight-laced geeky type, so I can see how he may not be wiling to divulge his fetishes right away.  Physically, he is a good-looking muscular guy who, for some reason, reminds me of Alexander Skarsgård (Eric on True Blood).  He’s no Endymion, but he ain’t bad. 😉

We met Friday night for a drink at a nearby restaurant.  When I was on my way to the restaurant he sent me a text asking if I was nervous.  I told him that I was a little nervous and asked if he was also.  He said he was.  I contemplated replying with something like, “I don’t bite” or “Don’t worry…I’m harmless.”  Instead I chose to avoid lying to him and instead didn’t reply at all.

Once we were seated and started talking he seemed a lot more nervous than I was.  It probably helped my nerves that I was sipping on a gin & tonic, while he stuck with Sprite.  He doesn’t drink.  I find that kind of odd for a college boy, but I also find it refreshing.  I’m so sick of dating alcoholics.

I hate to admit it, but being 38 years old and sitting there with a 24-year-old hottie made me feel like the mac mama.  It wasn’t planned.  It’s not why I went to meet him, but damn if it wasn’t a nice feeling.  (Yeah, I know that any good therapist would probably say that Continue reading