He bought her a catsuit
He saw it while looking
Something high-tinsel spandex
A real Wonder f*cking Woman
The man in the unassuming dress reached into his pocket
He fumbled
Thinking about the catsuit
This crops up often. Chemistry and attraction trumps age. Sure, age is a starting point but like food, it doesn’t hurt to try new things to see if you like it.
Spring chickens can be inexperienced. Old dogs can be too. I have no answers to finding a life partner. Until that day comes, the buffet is well stocked and hot.
And cranky about tomorrow has dramatically shortened my fuse. My usual forgiveness of the ignorant, evaporated tonight. 4 days to payday. The simple pleasures, not even taken for granted, of a strong cigarette is painfully missed.
To live in the USA? Probably similar to those living in other like countries.
I will speak for myself using info shared by my family and coworkers.
I lent 20 to my coworker for gas and she used a credit card to put 10 in gas to last me until payday. We bring extras to work if there’s a buy one get one free to share.
My water and other utilities are scheduled for shut off. I’ve no WiFi for over 2 months.
I own my home so don’t qualify for health or food benefits.
I pay my taxes, follow the law and survive.
I thought that’s what everyone did. It doesn’t matter where I live. I imagine I would still make minimum wage and be behind on bills.
I am free though. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. If I did, I wouldn’t have my loyal friends and know what it is to share and help others in need, first hand. I wouldn’t have ridden in the mountains of Colorado, cycled Vermont, exhibited art in California, bought from farmers markets in the Midwest, kayaked Minnesota lakes and walked the beaches of two oceans.
I am always searching for ways to make life more tolerable without succumbing to another romantic relationship. Without having to make a commitment but still receiving benefits.
Since, for me, it was always the romantic feelings that made sex so exciting. The simple phrase “I love you”, was the password that unlocked my clubhouse door. Unfortunately, when the romantic part went south, my desire evaporates, and no clubhouse.
I’ve met someone who doesn’t wish to be anything more than a player in a game of cards. We meet at least once a week to play. He knows a lot of games and I let him deal. There is no talk of love or commitment. We can play cards with others without jealousy or ownership issues.
It’s so freeing to do as nature intended and then after the deck is put away, have some quiet solitude. A time to reflect on the best game of cards played, to date
As we have kindly been reminded this is a freeeking Datong site, I must ponder
If your date met you for the first time, what to wear?
Men-in all seriousness what could a woman wear that essentially bonks your head and dumps all reason for lust?
He is a glorious man, if a mortal man could be
Of blood, flesh and bone, alive
He joins me with fluid physical energy
I look into eyes, as if they are a place of security
As he takes me on unbroken trail
He pushes, my limits unlimited, open range
Urges acknowledged with the delivery of a kiss
He becomes the sky, I am the earth
His sun pinks my skin, his moon stirs waters, raining
His sent is warm and green, like that of dew on a morning leaf
I close my eyes while joined, tasting and feeling his nature
On unbroken trails, he takes me
As you know. I seem to be always looking for a job. In this case, my present employer filed bankruptcy and likely to close in a few months. This has forced me to look again. At this point in my life, I’ve become very good at interviews. If it weren’t for my background check, I’d be hired, no problem.
I had an interview today and have been asked back for a second interview at 3. I won’t get my hopes up. The job is a little suspect.
I have been on and off C S since I joined. It seems like all my blogs are still here. What’s with that?
Ever notice that?
Like being in love makes certain shortcomings seem unimportant. Love seems to eclipse flaws in a coupling
Only after a relationship is over do we notice things that we wouldn’t tolerate from those we “like”.
I can’t be the only one who wakes up alone and finds it so much less depressing than being with a parasite.
“Love” brainwashes, making us compromise our better judgement. There is no judgement while in “ Love”. This leads me to understand it wasn’t love at all.
Then we must figure out , what is real love?
And then thoughts like: the sex wasn’t that great after all. Maybe that’s why I thought I was frigid.
Then you see your ex with someone else and think how could it last? Are there others more patient than I? Is that possible?
And I see how easily the ex goes from interest to interest with no shortage of fools
Now I think I won’t put any thought or energy into the idea of love. Decisions made under the influence of such a mistaken state of mind have left me lost.
What I thought I knew, I do not. Now I prefer to remain single with good sex. Waking up alone, unconcerned with an other’s mental problems gives me such peace.
My boat rests in still waters after being tossed about, almost capsizing. The source of the storm is gone. Wreckage to follow on other seas
A Morganluv pushed us together
And I didn’t repel him
Myself, delighted, as I typed away
Far, far away, on beaches, in pubs
My loneliness crushed by laughter
Reading and posting, a brat pack
Not ashamed of appearing tens of thousands on his Who’s Viewed
A special Luv pushed us together and I did not repel
Rather, he lifted my wings so that I could fly again
I love you
Feeling sad, feeling more focused
Feeling The Big Goodbye
Although it was my wish
And this new freedom energizes me
The goodbye still manifests while I move forward
In missing what was good and briefly forgetting the bad
Survival is a mystery and genetically designed
My buoyancy always taking me to the surface, to take another breath
Goodbyes are sad. Like fresh flowers on their last days
Preserved on jpg and floating in the internet, like ghosts
I try to talk to my ghosts
I tell them it’s time to cross over
With a candle lit, I talk to spirits, calling a truce and asking for forgiveness
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