As the wheel turns.
My life is moderately ridiculous, which is fairly typical.
Being an angel was good. I may not have been "good," but getting out of the office, working with my boys from T.O., and meeting cool new people was all bloody brilliant. And I came away from the week with a couple of new boy toys, which is exactly what I need right now.
And by "boy toys" I do mean BOY toys. They're both 21! Ha! The other day I was over at Lucky's place and feeling incredibly old as I waded through the pizza boxes, beer cans and video game accessories, particularly when one of the buddies came stumbling in through the sliding door and went, "Did I leave my pants here?" I went to the bathroom at one point and I just started laughing at the filth I was surrounded with. Once upon a time I wouldn't have minded so much, but apparently as I come up to 30 years of age, disgusting bathrooms are far less excuseable than they once were. So I sat there in near hysterics wondering what the hell I was doing in this bachelor pad full of 21 year old boys. A little later I dragged Lucky into his bedroom, and I went, "Oh yes, THIS is why I'm here." Really, the confidence and sheer eagerness of a 21 year old boy can be a thing of beauty. And fun.
I have to wait for Pretty Face's parents to leave town in a couple of weeks before I can molest him, but I really look forward to that little adventure.
JK is being elusive, but he'll come around. I hope. He's appealing in a way that could be dangerous to my heart and self-confidence, but I'm willing to go there regardless.
And I informed Ken-Leigh that I won't be stalking him for much longer so he'd better get himself together and take advantage of the situation while he still has the opportunity. He's the only one of the lot that isn't a boy, yet he seems to have it the least together. It's quite possible that I'm the best thing to happen to him -woman wise anyway- in a very long time, and he'd be incredibly foolish to let me slip away because he's feeling a little burned and jaded. He's got about 2 weeks, and then I'm moving on.
Boys.
Was in Edmonton for the Easter weekend. It was my gorgeous gay lover's birthday and I managed to get him to drink himself straight. Well, long enough to get in a couple of good make-out sesh's. I must admit, it left me wanting more.
I've been doing quite a few things lately that are entirely out of character, but I've been thoroughly enjoying myself in each of the antics. And I have no plans to reign myself in.
Being an angel was good. I may not have been "good," but getting out of the office, working with my boys from T.O., and meeting cool new people was all bloody brilliant. And I came away from the week with a couple of new boy toys, which is exactly what I need right now.
And by "boy toys" I do mean BOY toys. They're both 21! Ha! The other day I was over at Lucky's place and feeling incredibly old as I waded through the pizza boxes, beer cans and video game accessories, particularly when one of the buddies came stumbling in through the sliding door and went, "Did I leave my pants here?" I went to the bathroom at one point and I just started laughing at the filth I was surrounded with. Once upon a time I wouldn't have minded so much, but apparently as I come up to 30 years of age, disgusting bathrooms are far less excuseable than they once were. So I sat there in near hysterics wondering what the hell I was doing in this bachelor pad full of 21 year old boys. A little later I dragged Lucky into his bedroom, and I went, "Oh yes, THIS is why I'm here." Really, the confidence and sheer eagerness of a 21 year old boy can be a thing of beauty. And fun.
I have to wait for Pretty Face's parents to leave town in a couple of weeks before I can molest him, but I really look forward to that little adventure.
JK is being elusive, but he'll come around. I hope. He's appealing in a way that could be dangerous to my heart and self-confidence, but I'm willing to go there regardless.
And I informed Ken-Leigh that I won't be stalking him for much longer so he'd better get himself together and take advantage of the situation while he still has the opportunity. He's the only one of the lot that isn't a boy, yet he seems to have it the least together. It's quite possible that I'm the best thing to happen to him -woman wise anyway- in a very long time, and he'd be incredibly foolish to let me slip away because he's feeling a little burned and jaded. He's got about 2 weeks, and then I'm moving on.
Boys.
Was in Edmonton for the Easter weekend. It was my gorgeous gay lover's birthday and I managed to get him to drink himself straight. Well, long enough to get in a couple of good make-out sesh's. I must admit, it left me wanting more.
I've been doing quite a few things lately that are entirely out of character, but I've been thoroughly enjoying myself in each of the antics. And I have no plans to reign myself in.