After dinner out and a stop at grumpy's Ne...Two glasses of wine, four young gentlemen asking me to touch their asses to see which was better, me feeling VERY uncomfortable, amused, confused and Mrs. Robinsonesque...I came home to an empty house, exsept for my Rasta Dog Tobie, who only wants ball tossing and attention... and I wondered what do I want? I don't want some vapid lawyer who asks me if I've ever drank someone's blood during sex and is his ass sexy, shows me e-mails from some brainless 25 yr. old...Next, I don't want some computer geek to sit at mt table, who thinks his ass is gonna get him something, laid? I don't want one-legged Dutch to jump on my lap and tell me he's got a chubby...Yikes...I think I'm an idiot magnet sometimes...Just cuz I'm divorced doesn't mean i'm an idiot...I hope...Tho I feel lonely for touch. It's like some monastic exercise to hold back and not be Mrs. Robinson, tho it would be easy...And, i do have that grey streak...
I'm holding out tho...I want smarts, humor, debate, great stories, something that has meaning. Here's the cunundrum. It's the younger than me guys I am attracted to. They are funny, smart, un-encumbered by so much baggage generally. I want to explore the new me who seems to have lost most inhibitions regarding conversational topicsand who knows, maybe sexuallity too...So where is the only guy who has piqued my interest since my divorce...Met him at Grumps, comes into my shop and i'd love to sit and talk to him again. I know he's younger, I don't care. I don't know why he caught my curiosity and interest but he did. Well, maybe I do know. He's smart and political and i think he's nice. So, here it is...Jay, Obama hat man, come visit me, we'll talk and I'll make you laugh. You can do the same for me...I remember your arm around my waist, how nice it felt. No pressure. No expectations. Hello if you are reading this. And, thx for making me feel alive.
As for me and my wants after a night out, they're simple really...I want laughter, discussion, sweet and passionate touch with some purpose. I think that means thst I am not a booty call kinda girl. I need to somehow relate to something other than a tight ass, a certain job. I want Intelligent discussion. I want to be (call me old-fashioned) wooed in some way. Talk Politics to me, then maybe talk dirty. Regale me with poetic quotes, then erotic naughty sweet things whispered in my ears. Kiss my humor, then my tattoo...it's lovely by the way...and it's in an erogenous zone...go figure.
To answet the question posed to me on this blog space.."I've slain the dragon, now how do I roast my marshmallows?"
Hmm..I build a fire out of twigs and moss...then I strike flint or i could just use my trusty bic and then i add kindling, layer on larger pieces of wood and then strip down sturdy but slender twigs and add on two marshmallows per twig and hold them over the sweet fire I 've made till bubbling golden brown and then pull them one by one off the twig to enjoy with someone...maybe just meif that's who's there. But, What doesn't taste better shared? Marshmallows, wine, a good stogie, a smoke...
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