2015: The Year of Bliss Attacks

light-in-the-confessionalIt’s been two months since my last confession post.  Buck and I have since moved to another state and have begun our little life together.  Originally the plan was that he would just move to be with me, and he did.  Once he got there though, I brought up the idea that maybe we should move back to his home state.  It made sense for several reasons, but the main one was that he wouldn’t have to pay out-of-state tuition. He also would be close to his family and friends.  Of course I knew I’d miss the friends that I had made in Podunk, Mississippi, but it also meant I would no longer have to see Teacher on a regular basis.

Teacher and I have become friends since he broke up with me in March of last year, but it was still a little awkward at times, especially once Buck arrived and was hanging out with me all the time.  Getting over the breakup with Teacher wasn’t easy, but I was proud that I had eventually recovered and moved on.  It’s not always easy to move on though when you have to see your ex-boyfriend every other day.  So moving to another state seemed like a blessing in disguise.

So there was a lot of driving back and forth for Buck.  He had to go home for Christmas without me while I stayed in Mississippi and worked through the end of the year.  My last day at work was the last day of 2014.  It seemed a fitting end to a crazy year.

tiny carBuck came back after Christmas and on January 3rd we moved.  It hasn’t been easy, but it’s been great. I had to leave 80% of my belongings in a storage unit in Mississippi because it wouldn’t all fit in his tiny car.  His car still looked like a tiny clown car once we had stuffed it to the gills with my clothes and necessities.  By necessities I mean some shoes, clothes, computer, silverware, one (just one) plate, my Monkey, and one Willie picture (my 1980s autographed album promo poster of Willie Nelson).  There were some other random things thrown in, but no furniture other than one large metal shelving unit and one small metal shelving unit.  They only made it in because they could be taken apart and thus didn’t take up much room in the car.

When Buck went home for Christmas he rented us an apartment that I had found online.  That was at least one less thing we had to take care of once we got to my new home state.  I’ve met his family, most of them anyway, and everyone seems to like me, which is a relief.  Now I’m just doing daily job searches and applying for every office-type job I can find.  He starts back to school in another week, so he’s been busy getting all that in order.

Now for the part that I haven’t really mentioned yet.  Buck and I have something in common.  We both like the D.  By D I mean dick.  Yes, he likes having sex with both men and women.  This is the point where I don’t really know how to explain things very well.  I feel like it’s important to share this information though because it’ll make things easier to understand in my future posts.

So, yes, he’s bisexual, but so am I.  I just consider myself to be more attracted to men than women.  So it’s not an issue, especially since we have an understanding.  The understanding is that we can have sex with other people as long as both of us either know about it, or both of us are present and/or involved in the act.  Hopefully that will clear things up a little.  If it doesn’t feel free to comment & ask any questions you might have.  Because at this point I’m unsure about how much detail I should give here.

He knows about and has read the blog.  I’m sure I’ve said before that I would never let another boyfriend know about the blog, but how often do I really follow my advice?  I think that’s why I’m so shy about writing certain things though.  It’s as if I’m afraid of betraying his trust or confidence.  I know that’s not true though because I asked him how he felt about it and he’s not worried about what I write.

That should be enough for now.  Hopefully at least everyone knows that I’m still alive and didn’t get murdered or abducted by the mysterious Prince Buck Charming.  So, yay! 🙂

Oh, and do I have some stories to tell. 😉  And you thought things here would get boring once I settled down and fell in love again.  Bazinga!

Peace, love, & happiness.


Bedtime Stories

I had resorted back to trolling Plenty of Fish a month or so ago, purely out of boredom.  It possibly has to do with the fact that I had stopped taking my hormone medicines, but continued to take my Wellbutrin (or as I like to call them, my happy pills).  I originally started taking the happy pills because I read on a forum for premature ovarian failure that a side effect of Wellbutrin can be increased libido.  Luckily for me, it worked.

Also my moods have been a bit wonky lately, and the hot-flashes have started back.  It happens every time I stop taking my hormones.  Another awful side effect is that I’m tired a lot, but that could also because I’ve had crazy dreams lately and have not been sleeping well.  The dreams that I have had are usually sexual in nature.  They never have the same people in them though.  In one dream I found myself in bed with Stephan & Klaus from The Vampire Diaries.  I really don’t understand why they were there.  I’d rather have Damon & Caroline in my bed.  Anyway…

My raging libido and lack of a steady sexual outlet is making my mind go into turbo slut mode again.  All I can think about is sex.  It’s terrible.  I can’t focus on anything for very long without my mind wandering off into the gutter.  It doesn’t even take much to get me there either.  I’ve found myself staring at my bosses ass wondering why he doesn’t wear tighter jeans, gazing at the adorable blonde boy from the AT&T store next door as he walks to his car for lunch, and even flirting with every other guy who comes in to the store.  Granted, I’ve sold the shit out of some stuff lately, but I’m sure to the women, I’m just coming across as a big ol’ hoe.

Even my boss seems to think I have issues.  A couple of weeks ago he, my co-worker Hamster, and I were talking about my dad being a player, and my boss said, “So that’s where you get it from.”  Not that my boss has any room to talk.  From what I’ve been told, he’s been quite the player himself.  However, even though I have no desire to play home-wrecker, I can’t seem to keep myself from daydreaming about him.  Playing the player possibly.  I don’t even find him that attractive…well, until his ass is right there in front of me, then I can’t help but notice how nice it is.  Believe me, I’ve tried to stop these thoughts from entering my consciousness.  It’s just not working.  I don’t even think I’d ever act on them, even if he initiated something, but just that the thoughts are there bothers me.

My boss comes across as a prick a lot of the time, but then there are times when he’s really nice and playful.  Yesterday I couldn’t help but notice the stream of cute young guys that kept coming in, and all I could do Continue reading

Turned down a threesome…wtf is wrong with me?

I started talking to Santa last weekend and after a few days of him texting me and constantly emailing me risqué pictures, he asked if I wanted to meet him Tuesday or Wednesday evening.  I of course said yes.  Then yesterday while I was at work I started getting sick and ended up leaving early.

Earlier yesterday morning I had received a message from a guy on POF.  He said he was a bartender at a bar on Bourbon Street.  We’ll call him Ironman.  He’s older than me, very handsome and local, always pluses.  I had replied to his message and he then sent me his phone number and said to give him a call.

Since I was home just resting on the couch and not doing much else I decided to give Ironman a call.  We had a nice conversation and I told him I was getting sick, so that’s why I sounded all stuffy.  He offered to make me a hot toddy if I came and visited him at work.  Normally when I’m sick I just want to stay on the couch and sleep it off, but he guaranteed one of his hot toddy concoctions would make me feel better.  So I got my ass up and walked down to the bar where he works.  It was about 3:45 pm when I got there.  The bar was relatively empty.  Bourbon Street doesn’t really get going until after six on weeknights.  He waved at me as soon as I walked in and I went and sat down at the bar.

I ended up sitting there and drinking two hot toddies which did make me feel much better.  I could actually breathe after drinking them.  He and I talked for a while.  At one point he asked if I’d like to come over to his house one night and watch a movie.  That sounded like a good idea until I remembered that the headlights on my car still aren’t working.  I told him about my car and he offered to pick me up and bring me home.  That would be fine but I have to be at work earlier than him, plus I just met the guy and don’t want to have to be stuck spending the night at his house.  What if I don’t like him after spending more time with him?  You never know.  It could happen.

When we were talking about all that and me coming to his house he said, “Now you know if you come over and watch a movie one thing will lead to another and we’ll end up having sex.”  I was speechless.  He said, “You’re blushing!”  No shit Sherlock.  I’ve never had someone who I’ve just met come right out and tell me that we were going to have sex the next time we hung out together.  I still don’t know what to think about that one.  Now I’m afraid to even go watch a movie with him.

While I was sitting at the bar waiting on Ironman to wait on some customers I checked my phone.  I had a couple of emails and texts from Santa.  Of course I was afraid to even open the attachments on the emails because I was pretty sure I knew what they were.  In reading his texts messages I found out that he had a friend, a very hot friend, who also wanted to hang out with me.  In other words, they wanted to double team me.  It’s not often that I have the chance to have a threesome with two extremely hot-bodied, and more than likely bisexual, men.  However I did manage to pick my jaw up off the floor and tell Santa that I wasn’t interested in a threesome with them.  He said that was cool, he just thought he would ask.  Isn’t that sweet.

So after all that it was time for Ironman to get off work.  He tried his hardest to get me to let him drive me home…all of eight blocks, but I told him I had to go to the grocery store anyway so I would just walk.  He gave me a kiss on the cheek, twice, and a hug, and then I was on my way home.  When he hugged me I did grab his upper arm for a second and could feel some major muscles going on there.  I won’t let that sway my judgement though.  I don’t think we have enough in common and it seems he’s only looking to get laid.  At least now I can say I’ve had a hot toddy though. 🙂

Other than that I’ve not had much luck with Plenty of Fish.  I’m thinking of just hiding my profile again and giving dating a rest for a while.  I’m not sure how much longer I’ll even be living here.  Between Manwhore’s mood swings, his new girlfriend the witch, my lack of job satisfaction, and my complete and utter disgust with the men of this city, I am guessing I won’t have much reason to stay.  If I could meet some decent people to have as friends then that might change my mind, but so far I can’t even find that.  I really miss hanging out with you-know-who, but I’m also pissed off that he still won’t tell me what happened.  Anyway, at least when I was living with my sister I had her and my nephew to keep me entertained.

I don’t know what the hell I want to do at this point.  I’m sick and my head hurts.  Goodnight y’all.

Happy humping!

Swinging with Santa

Now y’all already know that I’ve been on Plenty of Fish off and on for a while now.  During another fit of boredom yesterday evening I set my profile to unhidden.  As I was going through their “meet me” feature on my phone, consistently hitting the “No” button, someone caught my eye.  I paused for a minute before hitting the “No” button.  I’ll admit that the Santa hat and goofy smile sort of appealed to me.  Instead of hitting the “No” button, I clicked to view his profile.  He’s not too far away and is the same age as me.  He seemed cool, but I didn’t bother messaging him.  I did show the picture of him wearing the Santa hat to Manwhore just for fun.  His reaction?  “What a goofball.”  In which I replied, “But he’s a cute goofball.”

At about 6:30 pm I got a message from him. “Hey there. ****** here. Hope you had a great week.”  It was a nice short message so I replied, and then this morning I had a message from him which included his phone number.  We were texting back and forth all day and he emailed me about a dozen pictures.  Some of which were a little revealing so say the least.  Then he called me this afternoon and we had a nice little conversation.  Manwhore walked in just as I was hanging up the phone.

I walked out into the living room as he was coming through the door and he said, “What’s with the big goofy smile?”  I sort of giggled and said I didn’t know and then headed into the kitchen.  Then my phone dinged and it was another email from Santa.  Manwhore was standing behind me looking over my shoulder as I opened the attached picture.  I immediately covered the bottom half of the screen because I caught a quick glimpse of what the picture included.

MH: “What’s that? Let me see.”

So I showed him the picture, well, most of it.  He wasn’t satisfied with just that and took my phone so he could see the whole picture.

MH:  “Oh my God.”

Yeah, I was laughing and blushing at the same time at this point.

Me:  “Well, you said you wanted to see.”

I told him that the guy in the picture was the same one from the Santa cap picture.  Then Art came up in the conversation.  Yeah, I know I wasn’t going to talk about him anymore, but this is an exception to the rule.  I have to to tell the story.

MH:  “So who do you think is better looking?  Santa or Art?  And don’t go by how you feel about Art.  I’m just curious.”

Me:  “Ummm…well…to be honest Art is really handsome, but Santa is better looking…but….”

MH:  “See, I told you you would find someone else.  You’ve already met someone better looking.”

Me:  “But…but I really liked Art.  He was funny and smart and we had so much in common and…”

MH:  “But you will find someone even better.”

Me:  (Rolling my eyes in frustration.) “I know.”

MH:  “So what do you think of Witchy Poo?”

Me:  “I like her.  She’s really nice.  Why?”

MH:  “Good.  She likes you too.  She swings both ways too you know.”

Me:  “Really?  Wow.  Is everyone bisexual now?  I think Santa is bi too.  What the hell?”

My favorite quote of the day: “I may not be fresh, but I’m not stale either.” Me.


So that was my day.  How was yours? 🙂

Happy humping!