My housemate, and old friend, and I went to a local bar last night. We're all in love with the bartender there. The sight of her creates an involuntary smile. She's a QT 3.14!
I was offered good head from a married woman in her late 40s, who was sitting next to me. Even though I declined her offer, this proposition inspired me to find out why she was sitting in a bar, alone, trying to piss off her husband. She recently quit her job as a nurse and has an asshole husband that beats her. She has two boys with this guy, and they have to endure watching him beat the shit out of her. What a nice fucking guy! What the fuck is wrong with some people!!? I dont care how insecure and miserable someone is, that never warrants intimidating and roughing up another person. (Especially a 52, pretty, personable, and intelligent woman.) Jesus, this can be a fucked up world sometimes.
I told her to get as far away from him as possible, talked to her and fed her diet cokes until she was sober enough to drive home, and reassured her that she didnt deserve this treatment. Its up to her and I can only wish her the best. Situations like that make me sad and frustrated. Maybe I should have just taken the head (Christ, I was just kidding!).
Ok, off to the land of digital recording and thoughts of the blow job that got away.
I was offered good head from a married woman in her late 40s, who was sitting next to me. Even though I declined her offer, this proposition inspired me to find out why she was sitting in a bar, alone, trying to piss off her husband. She recently quit her job as a nurse and has an asshole husband that beats her. She has two boys with this guy, and they have to endure watching him beat the shit out of her. What a nice fucking guy! What the fuck is wrong with some people!!? I dont care how insecure and miserable someone is, that never warrants intimidating and roughing up another person. (Especially a 52, pretty, personable, and intelligent woman.) Jesus, this can be a fucked up world sometimes.
I told her to get as far away from him as possible, talked to her and fed her diet cokes until she was sober enough to drive home, and reassured her that she didnt deserve this treatment. Its up to her and I can only wish her the best. Situations like that make me sad and frustrated. Maybe I should have just taken the head (Christ, I was just kidding!).
Ok, off to the land of digital recording and thoughts of the blow job that got away.