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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Making out with strangers....

I'm in a making out with strangers kind of mood. I'm not looking to be completely reckless, but I'm feeling a little restless. Thinking maybe I should've taken M. up on his offer last week. But I was being lazy. He was right. I really hate it when he's right.

Anyway, I've only made out with strangers a couple of times, but it's always exciting. I have a very strict rule for myself. I am not allowed to sleep with a guy the first time I meet him. Some people can manage this, but I need some time to think. I have horrible impulse control and I am capable of making very bad choices. So, that is my rule.

This is where the strangers come into play. Very rarely do I have this opportunity, I'm usually with the same group of people and everyone seems to be connected somehow. Once or twice though, it's worked out where I've been able to maneuver it.

I love kissing. Kissing for the sake of kissing, without expecting it to go anywhere. It's so good, that it usually goes somewhere. But when I make out with strangers, I know it's not. And by the time we're making out, they know it's not. (I'm not that big of a tease) So the kissing, the touching, getting all worked up. It's real good. Really, really good.

Once I never saw the guy again. A good thing since he had recently been arrested. (Like I said, I make bad choices) Another time, It got me all worked up so rather then break my rule I found someone I already knew.... :) And another time it turned into a dirty text relationship. Lasted about a month. I love getting dirty texts. Because in case you haven't noticed, they never come when you're alone. I love sitting in a meeting or hanging out with friends and getting those messages. Sigh... but I digress.

So I'm in a making out with strangers mood today. I want to kiss and touch and get worked up, and then go home. It keeps me humming for a couple of days after, then it'll be the weekend. A holiday weekend at that!

So, now I just need to find a stranger.

Blog Awards!

So I was so excited to log on today and see that I'd been given TWO, count 'em, TWO blog awards!

I figured because they came on the same day I'll combine them into one post. The first was a Sexy Blog Award from Nanny at Naughty Mommy.

So I have to nominate 5 other blogs, here they are :)

1. Sex n' Fries
2. a girl's gotta have options
3. always carried away
4. The Bipolar Diva
5. Mama Still Wears Gucci

The other came from Coffee Slut and it was the Versitile Blogger Award.

The rules for this one are 1) to thank the person who gave to you. 2) Share seven things about yourself. 3) Pass the award along to 15 bloggers you've recently met and who are fantastic! 4) Contact the bloggers to let them know about the award.

Wow 15 people. That's alot. I don't think I even follow that many blogs at this point. Luckily the award has been deemed flexible.

So thank you Coffee Slut!

7 things about me:
1) I'm am an incredibly picky eater. I stopped apologizing for it a year ago.
2) I love Kesha. I bought her CD, I know most of the songs, and I make no apology for it.
3) I'm late... a lot. I do apologize for that on a very regular basis.
4) I have to wear matching underwear. If I don't have panties to match a bra, I go without. (Panties, not a bra. I'm very busty!)
5) I don't put my real name on my blog, but not because I care what people think about me. I worry about how it could potentially effect some of my family memebers. When I say I'm involved in church, it's no joke, there are pastors in my family.
6) I helped a friend take some sexy pics a while back and it spurred an interest in boudior photography. I'm hoping to get into that in the near future.
7) It is my goal to finish my manuscript this year and find an agent for it.

I'll work on letting people know about the awards today, though I doubt I'll do 15. Sorry :-/

Super excited about both of these awards. Thanks Ladies!


Friday, May 21, 2010

I just need something...

"Is that an invitation?"

This is my all time favortie movie quote. I am, of course, a die hard romance fan. Not to say I can't appreciate other books, movies, or shows, but a good romance really does it for me. This exchange between Sandra Bullock and Harry Connick Jr. in Hope Floats is seriously one of my favorite lines. During the majority of the movie, I tend to identify with my girl Sandra. (We're on a first name basis ;) ) but this line? I'm so with him.

I can't tell you how many times I've sat with some of my guy friends while they complain about what's not right in their love lives. Now let me say, I'm not of the opinion that guys and girls can't be friends without sexual undertones. I have some fantastic male friends for whom I can honestly say I harbor abosolutely no sexual attraction for... most of them are gay or very unattractive. The rest of them? Yes, I picture them naked, regularly.

So M. (different M by the way than choir director, though clearly the same would apply) is a guy and he's my friend. He is very attractive, and on most points he is the guy that girls want. So when he complains to me that he doesn't know what he needs, or what he wants. That girl inside of me, the one who not only shows her cleavage and flirts like a madwoman, but also wears fishnets and red heels with her skimpy la Perla, is dying to show him exactly what I think he needs.

M. is a macho guy, he likes to feel needed. All of his girlfriends are fragile and in need of rescue. I'm not that girl. That is why he and I will never happen. One night in bed with me and the foundation of his little world would turned on it's side. I just don't think he can handle it.

But this line, this little exhange between a frustrated Sandra, and an equally frustrated Harry. It speaks to me.

On the flip side of that coin, this has also become my phrase. My girlfriends, who also understand the dynamics of normal human attraction, can hear me utter the words and immediately know that I need to get laid.

That being said.... I just need something.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Scandalous yes, but with class people...

Occasionally I'll visit my family's church. We live far enough away that it doesn't happen as often as my mom would like but, at least once a quarter, all of her girls are present with her on the front row. My sisters and I may be grown, but somethings don't change. I like to think God appreciates our humor and is glad we have such a close relationship. Nevertheless, we try to keep our conversation and laughter contained during services so as not to disturb the not-so-appreciative.

J. leans over, "Are you judging right now? Because I'm judging right now." I'd already seen it. A family of hooch. Mama, daughters, and yes... the grandchild.

Mama's got this wild clearly not-her-natural-color red hair and is wearing some tacky leopard print. Both daughters are in minis jacked high enough for a peep show. (one had the sense to at least add some tights) One of the girls was rockin' the snookie-bump and her inch long nearly black roots were on display against the platinum blonde that she probably paid too much for. While both daughters are tiny, with small boobs, it is clear that they wish they could make their ladies pop out of their tops. The baby is precious, beautiful even. She has rosy skin and thick brown hair that is already forming ringlets. But someone put her in one of those horrible little outfits that, did it come in adult sizes, would be appropriate for a working girl.

Granted, my ladies were not hidden away in collared floral print. I personally wore a v-necked black sundress. There was cleavage, but all bra straps were covered and you couldn't see the undercurve (you know when it's cut so low you see the downward curve? I get chastised for that occasionally at family stuff). The dress was not skin tight and I added jewelry and subtle make-up. Was the youth director studying for a test on my curves? Yes. Did I appear as though God called me off of a street corner? No.

I nudged M. to ensure she also had the opportunity to pass judgment. She looked over and of course this caught my mother's attention. She scolded as though we were still kids. *grin* Who knows, maybe I'm too judgy, maybe I shouldn't have drawn any attention to it, but come on. they came to a church service dressed that way, surely they realized they were going to catch some attention. In any event, dress the baby better. She isn't old enough to decide if she wants to be trashy.

Just sayin'.