The Grass Is ALWAYS Greener...
Well, I'm off the cane.. walking straight. Working the hills around the city. I still carry it with me just in case though.
Made my tattoo consultation appointment. ( I really don't get Tattoo places. They have thease cute receptionists. no problem there, most of them have had ink done. But I book my consultation through them. Not the artist, which seems strange. As I hand over all my artwork ideas. I find myself wondering if I haven't communicated enough. ) It looks like I won't get this tattoo before my birthday. But, I want the guy to do a good job so I'm willing to wait.
The cane thing has prompted some weird responses, from people I know. Some people don't like injuries, alot. A few kind of seem to avoid the issue. And also me as a result. I still like the fact that it stops pan-handers from asking my for money. And it also prompts conversations as well.
I was at a local MLA candidate announcement when I ran into a GF of a work friend of mine. He's always out on the road with some real touring monsters. So, except for the slow Xmas season, I on most days run into her more often than him.
She's a very lovely ex-groupie type girl who's found her touring guy and is all settled down. She had her spat of dating musicians and being burnt. And found that roadies are more manogamistic by nature. As we crew tend to be hucking the gear after the show. While the musos are fucking the local girls.
Megan was a model when we first met at some club or bar. And once, years ago when we were both in our 20's ( my late / her early) I got the opportunity to see her photos. We went for coffee that day, while she was in between picking up stray couch surfing Guitarists. And my GF was strangely off with a " Movie Friend"
I remember that day very clearly. Checking out her portfolio, full of nude shots while she sat beside me at a coffee shop. And told me of never wanting to be in love again. Later that day, I was still looking at her photos and telling her how lovely she was. And to not worry about finding love. While she'd just finished pouring her heart out to me about another asshole Gibson player. And was at that moment, resting her head right on my lap.
As I was sadly still with my evil, slutty X at the time and I was doing my very best, pointless, Dumb Nice Boyfriend routine. The one I'm usually far too good at. I was continuing to look at the portfolio, full of artsy B&W nude photos of her. Trying really hard not indicate to the back of this pretty girls head. How much I wanted at the moment to ravish her lovely, slim, big boobed body right there on the sofa. ( knowing later how proliferate my X was at sleeping around on me, with her "Movie Friend" I should have, damned the torpedos, given into my one chance, hot slinky model lying on my sofa moment.) And sleeping with her has been a bit of a fantasy ever since.
Not that this happened when we ran into each other the other day. Even though she still looks in her early thirties, like a young, dark haired Laura Dern. Only with big hazel brown eyes that make always makes me think of night swiming in summer.
Once again we sat at a coffee shop and we updated each other. Megan wants kids, and my friend the roadie is complaining about the having to perform on cue, when she's primed, for this particular demand. I know him. He wants to still tour. But, the idea of a wife with kids means the end of all that. Right when he's starting to regularly get out of bad Canadian tours. And on all the big shows, with the big paychecks and world touring possibilities.
But, still looking at her. All I can remember is that one summer day long ago when she laid her head on my lap and thanked me for listening. And what I really wanted then was exactly the same thing I want now. Some lovely girl who wants stuff like that with me. My friend has the best of both worlds. He's touring the world. With a dutiful, and beautiful lady at home, and all he has to do is help her have a baby. What's so hard about that....
He gets several things every day that I will never have. To make love to this woman. And know what sex without condoms with her is like.
I'm terribly envious......
Well, I'm off the cane.. walking straight. Working the hills around the city. I still carry it with me just in case though.
Made my tattoo consultation appointment. ( I really don't get Tattoo places. They have thease cute receptionists. no problem there, most of them have had ink done. But I book my consultation through them. Not the artist, which seems strange. As I hand over all my artwork ideas. I find myself wondering if I haven't communicated enough. ) It looks like I won't get this tattoo before my birthday. But, I want the guy to do a good job so I'm willing to wait.
The cane thing has prompted some weird responses, from people I know. Some people don't like injuries, alot. A few kind of seem to avoid the issue. And also me as a result. I still like the fact that it stops pan-handers from asking my for money. And it also prompts conversations as well.
I was at a local MLA candidate announcement when I ran into a GF of a work friend of mine. He's always out on the road with some real touring monsters. So, except for the slow Xmas season, I on most days run into her more often than him.
She's a very lovely ex-groupie type girl who's found her touring guy and is all settled down. She had her spat of dating musicians and being burnt. And found that roadies are more manogamistic by nature. As we crew tend to be hucking the gear after the show. While the musos are fucking the local girls.
Megan was a model when we first met at some club or bar. And once, years ago when we were both in our 20's ( my late / her early) I got the opportunity to see her photos. We went for coffee that day, while she was in between picking up stray couch surfing Guitarists. And my GF was strangely off with a " Movie Friend"
I remember that day very clearly. Checking out her portfolio, full of nude shots while she sat beside me at a coffee shop. And told me of never wanting to be in love again. Later that day, I was still looking at her photos and telling her how lovely she was. And to not worry about finding love. While she'd just finished pouring her heart out to me about another asshole Gibson player. And was at that moment, resting her head right on my lap.
As I was sadly still with my evil, slutty X at the time and I was doing my very best, pointless, Dumb Nice Boyfriend routine. The one I'm usually far too good at. I was continuing to look at the portfolio, full of artsy B&W nude photos of her. Trying really hard not indicate to the back of this pretty girls head. How much I wanted at the moment to ravish her lovely, slim, big boobed body right there on the sofa. ( knowing later how proliferate my X was at sleeping around on me, with her "Movie Friend" I should have, damned the torpedos, given into my one chance, hot slinky model lying on my sofa moment.) And sleeping with her has been a bit of a fantasy ever since.
Not that this happened when we ran into each other the other day. Even though she still looks in her early thirties, like a young, dark haired Laura Dern. Only with big hazel brown eyes that make always makes me think of night swiming in summer.
Once again we sat at a coffee shop and we updated each other. Megan wants kids, and my friend the roadie is complaining about the having to perform on cue, when she's primed, for this particular demand. I know him. He wants to still tour. But, the idea of a wife with kids means the end of all that. Right when he's starting to regularly get out of bad Canadian tours. And on all the big shows, with the big paychecks and world touring possibilities.
But, still looking at her. All I can remember is that one summer day long ago when she laid her head on my lap and thanked me for listening. And what I really wanted then was exactly the same thing I want now. Some lovely girl who wants stuff like that with me. My friend has the best of both worlds. He's touring the world. With a dutiful, and beautiful lady at home, and all he has to do is help her have a baby. What's so hard about that....
He gets several things every day that I will never have. To make love to this woman. And know what sex without condoms with her is like.
I'm terribly envious......
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I need to go back to her really really bad.