Yet again, I find that I am a married man magnet.
Sunday night I had 2 tires punctured by roofing nails in a construction zone. My back tire blew entirely as I was driving to my best friend's house after work, and the front tire ended up flat in the morning. I arrived at my best friend's house and called AAA to come and put my donut tire on.
I eventually made it to my house and heard hissing coming from my car when I pulled it into the garage. Figuring I'd punctured the tire, I pulled my car out of the garage and left it where it would be easy to tow in the morning if need be.
Sure enough, it did. I fooled around with that for most of the day, but I was waiting for a ride when this really cute fireman sits down next to me. Medium brown hair, blue eyes...just like I like them. We start talking a little, and I found out that he's studying reflexology, and has a test coming up soon. He has to document working on 10 different individuals for his final project in June. He said he was having a hard time finding volunteers, and eventually asked me if I would help him. He mentioned being married and having two kids, and my heart sank. I'm maxed out on married men right now, ya know? As much as I love doing the nasty, even I can only handle so much.
But, the day I refuse to help a sexy firefighter by receiving a professional footrub is the day they put me into the ground. I am an opportunist, and I believe this kind of opportunity only comes along when the planets align, but only during a leap year.
So today I meet him at the state park near my house. I live so close to those springs and yet I never go. That is definitely going to change - it's beautiful there. I thought that would be a nice place to meet up - no pressure for me to invite him here, and no pressure to go to his place.
I had a fucking BRILLIANT idea for being such a stoner. I picked a beautiful, relaxing setting on a sunny day. He must have taken 25 pictures, all of my feet. They gave him a black and white disposable camera to take pictures of his subject, and their range of motion and so on.
I can't imagine what the people around us were thinking - probably that I had a boyfriend or a husband with a foot fetish.
I wore sandals and ended up walking around barefoot, and my feet ended up getting really dirty but I kept washing them in the spring. He kept making me pose with my feet pointed, relaxed, toes clenched, and toes outstretched.
But we laughed and joked around and made the most of it. My aunt and mom kept trying to call me and invite me out to lunch with them, but I shut my phone off when he went to use the restroom. I was having fun and I didn't want them to ruin it. We came back to my place and I changed clothes and we went out to eat.
He told me that he was very unhappy with his wife and she didn't understand him (hhhmmm...sounds familiar...where have I heard THAT before?!?!?) But he and I have so much in common, and he told me that he thought I was beautiful and how he couldn't believe I was single.
And why couldn't I have a single, attractive guy tell me those things? Why do I have all the qualities that a man wants in a mistress, but not a wife? And why am I what men REALLY want, but only AFTER they marry the kind of woman they think they want, but really don't?
He wants to see me again...and I think I might want to see him again too, but I don't want to get trapped into a vicious cycle of men who want me on the side but who will never want me for their one and only? And why does the other woman always win?
What about my current boy? He says that he doesn't like surprises and that he doesn't want to find out the hard way that I want to break things off...and I know that's his way of saying that he doesn't want to get attached to me only to drop him like a bad habit.
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
Sunday night I had 2 tires punctured by roofing nails in a construction zone. My back tire blew entirely as I was driving to my best friend's house after work, and the front tire ended up flat in the morning. I arrived at my best friend's house and called AAA to come and put my donut tire on.
I eventually made it to my house and heard hissing coming from my car when I pulled it into the garage. Figuring I'd punctured the tire, I pulled my car out of the garage and left it where it would be easy to tow in the morning if need be.
Sure enough, it did. I fooled around with that for most of the day, but I was waiting for a ride when this really cute fireman sits down next to me. Medium brown hair, blue eyes...just like I like them. We start talking a little, and I found out that he's studying reflexology, and has a test coming up soon. He has to document working on 10 different individuals for his final project in June. He said he was having a hard time finding volunteers, and eventually asked me if I would help him. He mentioned being married and having two kids, and my heart sank. I'm maxed out on married men right now, ya know? As much as I love doing the nasty, even I can only handle so much.
But, the day I refuse to help a sexy firefighter by receiving a professional footrub is the day they put me into the ground. I am an opportunist, and I believe this kind of opportunity only comes along when the planets align, but only during a leap year.
So today I meet him at the state park near my house. I live so close to those springs and yet I never go. That is definitely going to change - it's beautiful there. I thought that would be a nice place to meet up - no pressure for me to invite him here, and no pressure to go to his place.
I had a fucking BRILLIANT idea for being such a stoner. I picked a beautiful, relaxing setting on a sunny day. He must have taken 25 pictures, all of my feet. They gave him a black and white disposable camera to take pictures of his subject, and their range of motion and so on.
I can't imagine what the people around us were thinking - probably that I had a boyfriend or a husband with a foot fetish.
I wore sandals and ended up walking around barefoot, and my feet ended up getting really dirty but I kept washing them in the spring. He kept making me pose with my feet pointed, relaxed, toes clenched, and toes outstretched.
But we laughed and joked around and made the most of it. My aunt and mom kept trying to call me and invite me out to lunch with them, but I shut my phone off when he went to use the restroom. I was having fun and I didn't want them to ruin it. We came back to my place and I changed clothes and we went out to eat.
He told me that he was very unhappy with his wife and she didn't understand him (hhhmmm...sounds familiar...where have I heard THAT before?!?!?) But he and I have so much in common, and he told me that he thought I was beautiful and how he couldn't believe I was single.
And why couldn't I have a single, attractive guy tell me those things? Why do I have all the qualities that a man wants in a mistress, but not a wife? And why am I what men REALLY want, but only AFTER they marry the kind of woman they think they want, but really don't?
He wants to see me again...and I think I might want to see him again too, but I don't want to get trapped into a vicious cycle of men who want me on the side but who will never want me for their one and only? And why does the other woman always win?
What about my current boy? He says that he doesn't like surprises and that he doesn't want to find out the hard way that I want to break things off...and I know that's his way of saying that he doesn't want to get attached to me only to drop him like a bad habit.
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
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what was davy jones saying? well, he found it amusing to talk about touring in japan and how he didn't even know he got a standing ovation because all the japs (his words) were too short for him to even tell they stood.
the people around me were all atwitter over it too.