Sooo..it's been a month since I updated? That's impossible, as I am here everyday. Wow--every so often, I look up and think, I should update, but I just did, and nothing new has happened. Or maybe it has.....
I have to go to the oral surgeon in a few hours, and it's not as fun as it sounds. I have to get teeth pulled. I'm a big fan of body mods--but this isn't one I want. Ugh.
My man was in a nasty car accident this weekend--like spun around 360, up on someone's lawn, nasty accident, but he's fine, just a little sore is all.
Ohh--good story-- I was working a party this Weekend, and it was a school for the deaf. Now, I'm pretty damn good, as I've been in this industry for hmnsajhfu years, but THIS was to be a challenge. Well, I pulled it off pretty well, using the limited sign language I know, coupled with a note pad. It seems I must have made a good impression on everyone at the party, because the groundskeeper approached my bar and offered to take me home to "spend time" with him and his wife. Well, before we had a chance to even talk about it, people came up, and he said "We'll talk later." It wouldn't be my first time with a couple, hell, that's just part of the everyday sex anymore---what got to me was
AM I GETTING OLD?
I used to get these offers from the young, experimental couples, but now, the 50 year old landscaper and his wife. I hope I'm not losing it--I still have too much fucking left.
eh.
So that is all.
I have to go to the oral surgeon in a few hours, and it's not as fun as it sounds. I have to get teeth pulled. I'm a big fan of body mods--but this isn't one I want. Ugh.
My man was in a nasty car accident this weekend--like spun around 360, up on someone's lawn, nasty accident, but he's fine, just a little sore is all.
Ohh--good story-- I was working a party this Weekend, and it was a school for the deaf. Now, I'm pretty damn good, as I've been in this industry for hmnsajhfu years, but THIS was to be a challenge. Well, I pulled it off pretty well, using the limited sign language I know, coupled with a note pad. It seems I must have made a good impression on everyone at the party, because the groundskeeper approached my bar and offered to take me home to "spend time" with him and his wife. Well, before we had a chance to even talk about it, people came up, and he said "We'll talk later." It wouldn't be my first time with a couple, hell, that's just part of the everyday sex anymore---what got to me was
AM I GETTING OLD?
I used to get these offers from the young, experimental couples, but now, the 50 year old landscaper and his wife. I hope I'm not losing it--I still have too much fucking left.
eh.
So that is all.
Glad your man is doing okay!
I read your line, "I still have too much fucking left," I know exactly what you mean. I'm 36 and it's like I've dropped off the radar...this past weekend a 50ish woman who looked like Ben Franklin, not in a cute way, asked me home.
Don't worry...you still got it. Got it plenty.
Bradford