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Wow! LOL That’s quite an interesting mix. These are the search terms that people used to find my blog. That means that I’ve written about each of those things at some point. I think it’s the accountant in me that makes me so interested in my WordPress blog statistics and data. I find it most amusing sometimes. I also find it encouraging. Even though I write for myself first and you lovely folks second, it still helps to cheer me up when I see the number of readers climbing higher every day. I like the fact that my words are out there for the world to read if they choose to do so. The introverted me becomes less so daily. My flower is in bloom. LOL Am I sounding a bit pretentious yet? Sorry about that. I’m in a strange mood now.
Back to my original reason for sitting down and writing. I’ve seen several posts lately asking for questions from their readers. I’m going to hop on the bandwagon and do the same. It’s probably just a lazy way of getting ideas, but that’s ok. So, what would you like to ask me? There are absolutely no rules or boundaries. Well, one. Ask me anything except for my real name (wouldn’t want that cat getting out of the bag). I will choose ten questions to answer and spotlight the blogs of the author’s of those questions in my reply post. Hey, I have to give you some incentive to ask me the questions don’t I? 🙂
I’m even going to make it easy for you. Here’s the little form for you to use to send me your question.
Thanks & Happy Humping!
Skaterboi said something to me last night that got me to thinking. Skaterboi said, “Why do I find you so damn sexy? Why do you make me so horny?” Well Skaterboi, I’m really not sure that I can answer that. Why is it that some men find me so attractive?
I don’t consider myself to be hot or even beautiful. I sort of think I’m pretty. I know I’m not ugly, but since I was a kid I’ve felt like the geeky average looking white girl. I’m short, curvy, a redhead and I wear glasses; not exactly what most guys consider to be their ideal woman physically. However, there are many men who like short, curvy, redheads that wear glasses. Beauty must truly come from within because otherwise I wouldn’t get laid nearly as often.
This will probably come across as me being conceited, but I think I am a wonderfully unique person. I’m fairly intelligent, witty and funny at times, courteous, kind, considerate of others, and lots of other good stuff. After all, I am the Preacher’s daughter. I was taught how to act like a lady and to treat others with kindness and respect. Listening is one of my strengths and I believe that’s another thing that attracts men to me. Men like women that will listen to them, pay attention to them and be able to converse with them when they are ready for a breather. I’m naturally a quiet and shy person and it usually takes time for me to open up and let people see the real me. That’s probably why I enjoy writing so much. It’s my way of venting all of my feelings and opinions, even if no one ever reads it. It also helps me to focus and to put things into perspective.
So why do men find me attractive? Is it my personality? Did I just inherit the Preacher’s gift of quiet charisma? I wish I knew.
Why do you feel that the opposite sex is attracted to you?
I have been asked this question so many times by men in particular that I decided to see how many of you would be willing to answer. I usually avoid the question like the plague, but on occasion I have been known to give an answer. Even rarer, I’ve answered truthfully.
This question has given me more grief than any other when it comes to relationships. I believe that a person shouldn’t care how many people I have or have not been with if they truly care about me. The past is the past. So just let it go. Unfortunately, not everyone can do that so easily.
I also think my voyeuristic nature makes me want to know where I stand compared to the rest of you. This is going to be fun! LOL
I’ve been seeing a new guy, Skaterboi, since November 19, 2010, the day after Manwhore went up to visit his other girlfriend. I actually started talking to him on October 29, 2010. He was one of the people who responded to my ill-fated Craig’s List Halloween posting. He seemed like a nice decent guy so after talking for a few weeks I decided I’d meet him at a bar close by. We met and had a few drinks and hung out for a while. Since I was apartment sitting for the Manwhore I decided it would be suiting for me to get my revenge by inviting Skaterboi back to the apartment for cocktails. Now I knew very well that since I had a few drinks in me and was horny, lonely, pissed off at Manwhore, heartbroken, and seeking revenge, I would probably end up sleeping with the guy. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was funny, nice, a real gentleman, we had a lot in common, and he didn’t sit there and stare off into space for hours on end. He actually conversed with me.
We ended up having sex that night, several times, and he slept over. Admittedly I was nervous about this because I had told Manwhore that I wouldn’t have anyone in his apartment with the possible exception of my sister and her female friend. I really didn’t like knowing that I was breaking a promise to him, but what the hell, after all the lying and cheating and heartache he had caused me, why should I care about breaking a promise to him? It almost gave me a wicked sense of pleasure to have sex and sleep in his bed with another man. God only knows how many women had been in that bed with him while he was “dating” me. So overall it didn’t bother me enough to stop me from having the guy stay over again the next night. Muahahaha! I know, I know. You’re probably thinking that either I’m an evil wicked whore myself or that justice was served on a bed of sexual iniquity. I like to think of it as the latter.