Here’s the situation…

Now that I’ve updated you on my “employment situation“, now I can update you on my “man situation.”

Last week I didn’t get to see Rocketman because he was sick with that nasty bug that’s been going around.  I hate that he was sick, but I think it was good that we were forced to stay away from one another for a while.  It gave us both time to think and figure out how to deal with his friend Mountain Man.  Neither one of us wanted to hurt Mountain Man’s feelings, and Rocketman didn’t want to lose his friend’s trust either.  We kept our texting to a minimum and in the mean time Rocketman tried to get a feel for how Mountain Man was feeling about me.

It seems that even though Mountain Man hadn’t really been texting/messaging me all that much, he still wished he & I could hang out more.  That news surprised me because I had hoped his lack of communication meant that he had forgotten about me and moved on.  Since that was not the case we decided to lay low for a while longer and see if Mountain Man would eventually forget about me.

When I got back from my sister’s on Sunday I sent Rocketman a text to say hi and that it really sucked not being able to hang out with him.  He agreed and started formulating a new plan.

I have to add here that I recently read somewhere that when we (humans) make plans, God giggles.  I think that’s true.  I also read that any delays we encounter are only designed to put us in exactly the right place at exactly the right time.  Again, that seems to be true.  If I hadn’t of gone and met Mountain Man that day, I probably never would have met Rocketman.

I got a text yesterday afternoon from Rocketman.  He said he talked to Mountain Man and told him that he kept seeing my profile on Plenty of Fish (not the full truth, but close enough), and if he wasn’t going to pursue me, would it be cool if he messaged me.  Mountain Man didn’t have any objections, so maybe things will work out after all.  If it works out to where I can date Rocketman, be friends with Mountain Man, and not upset the balance of their relationship, thereby avoiding any weird Fleetwood Mac drama, then that would be great.

We immediately made plans to hang out tomorrow night. 🙂  At this point I’m so happy that I’ll get to see him soon because after the day I had yesterday I need a good distraction.  Not that he’s just a distraction.  I really like him too.  He’s a great guy and so far it seems that he’s just as smitten with me as I am with him.  Could he be my moth?  I could definitely be his.

As a side note…life in New Orleans has been very interesting so far.  I’ve had a lot of fun here, drank quiet a lot here, shed a few tears here, met a few crazies here, and met a lot of talented artists and musicians here.  There’s a reason why this is called the city that care forgot, and I think it’s starting to rub off on me.

Happy humping!

Fat Tuesday

Today is Fat Tuesday and the end of Mardi Gras in New Orleans.  I can’t say I’m sad to see it go, considering my car got towed because of it.  I’m not shedding any tears.

My day started out great.  Manwhore and Troll left early this morning.  I was alone in the house, and was able to go out on the balcony to enjoy my coffee.  Then Art sent me a text asking if I wanted to go out for breakfast.  I of course said yes.  He sent me another text later saying that he was on his way and in full Mardi Gras regalia.  I had no idea what to expect.

About half an hour later he shows up and rings the doorbell.  I go downstairs to let him in.  I open the door and there he is.  Oh sweet baby Jesus.  I about lost my breath, wet my undies, and had butterflies come flying out of me all at the same time.  He was wearing blue jeans, boots, a black sleeveless t-shirt, a whip coiled and tucked into a belt loop on his right side, and a red military-looking jacket that had all kinds of stuff on it and a picture of a vampire on the back.  He looked like a damn rock star with all that plus his curly blond hair topping it all off.

He explained to me that it was his lion tamer costume, or as my sister later called it, his lioness tamer costume.  Get it?  I’m the lioness.  LOL  It probably took me at least five minutes to stop mumbling and stammering every time I tried to speak.  I think just about the only thing I could say was “wow” repeatedly.  Once I had recovered I of course just wanted to skip going out for breakfast and make him my breakfast in bed.  He was hungry though, so we went out.  (I’m still drooling just writing about him in that costume.)

As we were walking around, we walked through the back of Jackson Square where there were musicians playing and there was a woman in a belly dancer outfit doing something resembling a dance.  We stopped to listen and watch for a minute.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder.  When I turned around my face went pale and I froze up for a few seconds.  It was LL Cool Bean.  He said hi, I said hi, and then he said, “I thought you said you didn’t like crowds.”  Wow.  That’s all he could come up with?  He saw me standing there with Art, who was holding my hand at the time.  He gave me a weird look and then Art spoke up and told him that we were just going to get some breakfast.  I think I half-assed introduced them to one another.  Thank God for Art though, because he promptly led me away from LL.  I was petrified and at a loss for words after that, so I didn’t mention it again to Art.  I could tell that he knew what was going on.  So there was no reason to discuss it further.

While we were walking Art asked if I had plans for this weekend.  I told him that so far I don’t have any plans.  He told me that he goes to see his three kids every other weekend and asked if I’d like to go with him this weekend.  Hmmm.  I didn’t really know what to think of this.  I should have at least asked where he stays when he goes up there.  It’s five and a half hours away.  Without really thinking it through I said that I would like to go.  I panicked afterwards when I realized that he might actually want to introduce me to his kids.  That terrifies me.  Kids and me don’t always mingle well.  It’s always a toss-up whether or not they will like me.  Oh well.  Too late now.  I’m in for another interesting weekend.

After breakfast we came back to my place and watched some of the parades and rested our tired tootsies.  We cuddled a little and ended up naked again, but I still didn’t get all of what I was looking for, which surprised me.  I thought we had cleared things up, but apparently not.  My sister’s suggestion is to take plenty of lube and condoms next weekend, because if we stay in a hotel then I will have time to figure out what the real problem is.  She may be right.  I’m willing to try anything at this point.

So Mardi Gras is finally almost over, and now I have to try to calm myself down before this weekend.  Something that probably won’t help is that I’m supposed to go hang out with Art again tomorrow while he works.  Dear Lord, I hope he doesn’t wear that jacket again tomorrow.  I’d hate to have to molest him in public. 😉

Well, there’s an hour and a half left before they shut down Bourbon Street, and it’s time for me to get some sleep.

Happy humping!

Here we go again

So…Manwhore is back to stay.  He decided the drive from his new woman’s house to his job every day just wasn’t worth it.  So he’s back and on the prowl again.  Guess who he brought over last night?  It’s Troll!  Can you believe it?  I know I can.  I promise not to write too much about him though, unless it’s just too good not to share.

These days I’m more focused on Art.  Dare I say it?  I think I’m really digging this dude.  No, I’m not going to say that I think I’m falling for him yet.  Even though that could easily happen.  Between the butterflies in my tummy, my near uncontrollable urges to want to be with every minute of the day, and my recent inability to stop worrying about whether or not he really likes me…I’d say I’ve definitely got a thing for this guy.  In fact, with the exception of Manwhore, I don’t think I’ve obsessed over a guy like this in a very long time.  The good news is that he is absolutely nothing like Manwhore.

In other news…it’s Mardi Gras y’all!  Party on and as always…

Happy humping!