Damn it, actually had to join a gym. Still, feel a bit better, gettin back in shape.
Next goal, quit smoking. This ones gonna be a hard one...
Next goal, quit smoking. This ones gonna be a hard one...
Okay, so, that's a new one.
Impromptu "underwear on ther outside" party at my place last night. No real reason, a friend of the missus suggested it because she wanted to come round for a few drinks. Nothing major, about 8 people, since we only organised it about 7pm.
One of them, let's call him Army Guy, got a fair bit of attention from the missus. It's not too uncommon, and I was cool with it.
About midnight or so, the missus pulled me aside and told me that her friend, who had shown up late, JC, wanted to sleep with me. My immeddiate thought was "cool, threesome". But apparently not. Despite having experimented in the girl on girl earlier in life, she's not into it. So the missus said to me that if I slept with her friend JC, who does she get to sleep with?
Later, she suggested that she would sleep with Army Guy, and I could sleep with her friend. I tried to bring it back to the threesome, but was told that wasn't going to happen. So I agreed. I suggested we could do the whole same-room sex thing, but she was non-comittal.
The missus moved things along, giving both JC and then army guy lap dances in the loungeroom, before changing into some lingerie and coming back to the loungeroom. In the meantime, JC bailed me up in the kitchen and asked me if I was going to sleep with her. I told her yes, and we made out a little.
We all kept drinking, and later, as I was coming back inside from having a cigarette, the missus told me I had better get to the bedroom. I did so.
JC came in and closed the door. I got naked and laid on the bed, and we started making out. Eventually, things progressed, although despite the girl being quite attractive, I had a little trouble getting started. Not a problem I've usually had, but since this was my first time without the missus at least being part of it in about 2 years, I was a little nervous. But the girl was very good about it, and we spent probably more time talking then actually having sex. But in the end she was satisfied, so we called it quits - I was too drunk to cum, which is a common problem for me.
But when we emerged, the missus and army guy hadn't keft the loungeroom. I talked to her, and nothing had happened - well, okay, I doubt very much that nothing happened, the missus wouldn't have suggested the whole screnario if she wasn't into army guy - but apparently no sex. Army guy left straight away, and the missus told me that she had been upset because I seemed so eager to sleep with JC.
Don't get me wrong, I had fun, but honeslty I got more out of the conversation thasn the sex. Now the missus wont talk about it except to say that it was her fault and she'll be fine - classic warning sign - but I really don't know how to approach the topic.
So I guess the next week or so is going to be a little awkward....
Impromptu "underwear on ther outside" party at my place last night. No real reason, a friend of the missus suggested it because she wanted to come round for a few drinks. Nothing major, about 8 people, since we only organised it about 7pm.
One of them, let's call him Army Guy, got a fair bit of attention from the missus. It's not too uncommon, and I was cool with it.
About midnight or so, the missus pulled me aside and told me that her friend, who had shown up late, JC, wanted to sleep with me. My immeddiate thought was "cool, threesome". But apparently not. Despite having experimented in the girl on girl earlier in life, she's not into it. So the missus said to me that if I slept with her friend JC, who does she get to sleep with?
Later, she suggested that she would sleep with Army Guy, and I could sleep with her friend. I tried to bring it back to the threesome, but was told that wasn't going to happen. So I agreed. I suggested we could do the whole same-room sex thing, but she was non-comittal.
The missus moved things along, giving both JC and then army guy lap dances in the loungeroom, before changing into some lingerie and coming back to the loungeroom. In the meantime, JC bailed me up in the kitchen and asked me if I was going to sleep with her. I told her yes, and we made out a little.
We all kept drinking, and later, as I was coming back inside from having a cigarette, the missus told me I had better get to the bedroom. I did so.
JC came in and closed the door. I got naked and laid on the bed, and we started making out. Eventually, things progressed, although despite the girl being quite attractive, I had a little trouble getting started. Not a problem I've usually had, but since this was my first time without the missus at least being part of it in about 2 years, I was a little nervous. But the girl was very good about it, and we spent probably more time talking then actually having sex. But in the end she was satisfied, so we called it quits - I was too drunk to cum, which is a common problem for me.
But when we emerged, the missus and army guy hadn't keft the loungeroom. I talked to her, and nothing had happened - well, okay, I doubt very much that nothing happened, the missus wouldn't have suggested the whole screnario if she wasn't into army guy - but apparently no sex. Army guy left straight away, and the missus told me that she had been upset because I seemed so eager to sleep with JC.
Don't get me wrong, I had fun, but honeslty I got more out of the conversation thasn the sex. Now the missus wont talk about it except to say that it was her fault and she'll be fine - classic warning sign - but I really don't know how to approach the topic.
So I guess the next week or so is going to be a little awkward....
The nightmare is over!!!
I have finished all the real important stuff I have to do this week for work - now it's an easy cruise till 3, and not back till Thursday :-)
And even then I only have to work 2 days and then have another long weekend :-)
w00t!!!!!!!
I have finished all the real important stuff I have to do this week for work - now it's an easy cruise till 3, and not back till Thursday :-)
And even then I only have to work 2 days and then have another long weekend :-)
w00t!!!!!!!
Well, been a long time since I devoted any serious time to SG, and it'll probably be a while longer till I have the chance again. Been through some alright ups and some pretty big downs lately, the details of which are too numerous and frustrating to recount. Things seem to be getting better though. And for some reason, ths last week I've had the urge to make a sex tape with the missus...
More later, sleepytime
More later, sleepytime
Maybe I shouldn't drink so much.
I don't think I have a problem or anything. I drink when I go out, or when we're hosting a party, but apart from that I generally don't drink.
It seems to me that I've become that guy who at every party drinks a hell of a lot and does stupid shit. And hey, it's not like it hasn't been working for me... seems that when I get out of control, more women seem to be attracted to me, and each other.
Had a great night last night, friend's birthday. Scavanger hunt, and a bloody good one. We all had a blast, and then headed back to the starting pub for karoke and drinks. Everything went pretty much as per usual; which is to say a lot of women showed me their breasts and I ended up on stage in a dress, no underwear, and some of said girls would occasionally flip my dress up to show the whole pub my dangly bits while singing sweet transvestite.
Maybe I shouldn't drink so much...
I don't think I have a problem or anything. I drink when I go out, or when we're hosting a party, but apart from that I generally don't drink.
It seems to me that I've become that guy who at every party drinks a hell of a lot and does stupid shit. And hey, it's not like it hasn't been working for me... seems that when I get out of control, more women seem to be attracted to me, and each other.
Had a great night last night, friend's birthday. Scavanger hunt, and a bloody good one. We all had a blast, and then headed back to the starting pub for karoke and drinks. Everything went pretty much as per usual; which is to say a lot of women showed me their breasts and I ended up on stage in a dress, no underwear, and some of said girls would occasionally flip my dress up to show the whole pub my dangly bits while singing sweet transvestite.
Maybe I shouldn't drink so much...
Okay, so having a real social life again has been awesome, but jeez... I have no time to do anything else
Still, with two weeks off TAFE, I have a little more than usual.
Quick recap of the last month...
Engagement party was awesome - we had a good night, everyone had fun, and we got riotuosly drunk - and of course, there was the usual ammount - well, possible more that the usual ammount - of casual nudity, flirting and innapropriate conduct. Sadly the partner-swapping part of the evening was cut short due to a condom malfunction.
Fun times were had by all at the first Bushranger Bowl - probably the best first-run tournament I've been to.
Sadly, my grandmother had a fall. She's alright, but will be in the hospital a while, so I've been up to visit her every second day or so, trying to keep her from getting too bored.
Got the new laptops, so I've really gotta start getting on suicide girls more often, and now that I have a computer that can sit by the bed after the kids go down while the missus and I watch TV, that should work out nice. I mean, I read the news articles and hit up the boards and my groups, but I generally only get around to looking at about 1 set of pictures a week....
The birthday weekend for the missus was a huge success, happy to say, with the two of us emerging tired but happy from the weekends festivities.
- Friday night dinner at Hog's Breath and a movie - Crazy, Stupid Love - which was really, surprisingly good. I mean, intellectually speaking, I know Steve Carell is funny, I've seen the 40 y.o. Virgin and all, but I haven't actually found him amusing in quite some time. But this is a romantic comedy that is actually genuinely funny. If you haven't seen it, I recommend doing so.
- Saturday night, live music at Warners Bay Hotel, I headed home early to let our babysitter head off, but the night went well
- Sunday night, the birthday party. Birthday present - two two hour treatements at a new spa place in one of the bigger malls in Newcastle, so she can wither go twice or take a freind - was well receieved. Although I'm still a little in the dark as to what I bought. I mean, okay, massage, check, facial.... well, I get the idea, at least, if not the specifics, but what's an eye treatment entail? and what the fuck is a Salt Glow? Anway, back to the party - costume, movie themed. The missus got an awesome new green and black dress and went as a female version of Venom. I cheaped out, dug out some camo pants, a black muscle top, and a red tie for a bandanna and went as rambo. Horouble mention to my mate J and his girlfriend C, who came as Wayne and Garth from Waynes World, but costume of the night went to H, a friend and the ex of another friend. She's always been the type I've though of as a little sister, despite being about the same age as the missus, and sporting some pretty impressive cleavage. But jesus H christ, the outfit she wore sunday night was nothing short of spectacular - apparently, it was a strawberry shortcake outfit from a sex shop. I shall hereafter refer to her as strawberry shortskirt
Other highlights included the shocked look on my friend L's face after she learnt that the missus and I had started into the whole swinging thing recently, followed by a lot of flirting from her - perhaps we sparked some interest there - and E walking around in a bra for most of the party, after the missus, with E's permission, burnt her shirt in the fire we had outside to keep the smokers warm. No swinging that night, although, I earn't a few scratches from various ladies, who had a competition on who could mark me up the best, as most of the guys follwed E's lead and spent the night shirtless, and the missus and a few others thought that was a good excuse to showcase their scratching skillz. Friends that we usually swing with, B & A, got engaged at teh party too, although officially, it won'r be announced till B gets up to his parent's place next - he'd stashed the ring there for a future occasion, probably A's birthday next weekend - and so didn't have it on him.
Speaking of which, next weekend is shaping up to be a good one; A's birthday party will be in various pubs in Hamilton, the secondary nightspot after Newcastle city itself in town, and will be a scavanger hunt, teams for which have just been posted. We all have team colour flags to wear, and it looks like a good night - my team including B, MJ, myself and some girl I haven't met before. It's a good mix; B is a lot of fun, MJ's a bit nuts, and someone new, so should be fun.
SG, u have been blogged
Still, with two weeks off TAFE, I have a little more than usual.
Quick recap of the last month...
Engagement party was awesome - we had a good night, everyone had fun, and we got riotuosly drunk - and of course, there was the usual ammount - well, possible more that the usual ammount - of casual nudity, flirting and innapropriate conduct. Sadly the partner-swapping part of the evening was cut short due to a condom malfunction.
Fun times were had by all at the first Bushranger Bowl - probably the best first-run tournament I've been to.
Sadly, my grandmother had a fall. She's alright, but will be in the hospital a while, so I've been up to visit her every second day or so, trying to keep her from getting too bored.
Got the new laptops, so I've really gotta start getting on suicide girls more often, and now that I have a computer that can sit by the bed after the kids go down while the missus and I watch TV, that should work out nice. I mean, I read the news articles and hit up the boards and my groups, but I generally only get around to looking at about 1 set of pictures a week....
The birthday weekend for the missus was a huge success, happy to say, with the two of us emerging tired but happy from the weekends festivities.
- Friday night dinner at Hog's Breath and a movie - Crazy, Stupid Love - which was really, surprisingly good. I mean, intellectually speaking, I know Steve Carell is funny, I've seen the 40 y.o. Virgin and all, but I haven't actually found him amusing in quite some time. But this is a romantic comedy that is actually genuinely funny. If you haven't seen it, I recommend doing so.
- Saturday night, live music at Warners Bay Hotel, I headed home early to let our babysitter head off, but the night went well
- Sunday night, the birthday party. Birthday present - two two hour treatements at a new spa place in one of the bigger malls in Newcastle, so she can wither go twice or take a freind - was well receieved. Although I'm still a little in the dark as to what I bought. I mean, okay, massage, check, facial.... well, I get the idea, at least, if not the specifics, but what's an eye treatment entail? and what the fuck is a Salt Glow? Anway, back to the party - costume, movie themed. The missus got an awesome new green and black dress and went as a female version of Venom. I cheaped out, dug out some camo pants, a black muscle top, and a red tie for a bandanna and went as rambo. Horouble mention to my mate J and his girlfriend C, who came as Wayne and Garth from Waynes World, but costume of the night went to H, a friend and the ex of another friend. She's always been the type I've though of as a little sister, despite being about the same age as the missus, and sporting some pretty impressive cleavage. But jesus H christ, the outfit she wore sunday night was nothing short of spectacular - apparently, it was a strawberry shortcake outfit from a sex shop. I shall hereafter refer to her as strawberry shortskirt
Other highlights included the shocked look on my friend L's face after she learnt that the missus and I had started into the whole swinging thing recently, followed by a lot of flirting from her - perhaps we sparked some interest there - and E walking around in a bra for most of the party, after the missus, with E's permission, burnt her shirt in the fire we had outside to keep the smokers warm. No swinging that night, although, I earn't a few scratches from various ladies, who had a competition on who could mark me up the best, as most of the guys follwed E's lead and spent the night shirtless, and the missus and a few others thought that was a good excuse to showcase their scratching skillz. Friends that we usually swing with, B & A, got engaged at teh party too, although officially, it won'r be announced till B gets up to his parent's place next - he'd stashed the ring there for a future occasion, probably A's birthday next weekend - and so didn't have it on him.Speaking of which, next weekend is shaping up to be a good one; A's birthday party will be in various pubs in Hamilton, the secondary nightspot after Newcastle city itself in town, and will be a scavanger hunt, teams for which have just been posted. We all have team colour flags to wear, and it looks like a good night - my team including B, MJ, myself and some girl I haven't met before. It's a good mix; B is a lot of fun, MJ's a bit nuts, and someone new, so should be fun.
SG, u have been blogged
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