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03
Apr
21

The Return of “Brad Pitt”

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Is it weird to have a crush on someone that you are regularly shagging? Because I did. I had a crush on “1994 Brad Pitt from Legends of the Fall.” I have written about him a few times in the past in Friday Freak-outs, Flirtations, and Friskiness from March, 2013, Embracing the Unexpected (Firmly, With my Thighs,), I Don’t Often Get Nervous, and but…but…I wore Sexy Underwear and Shaved from the following month, and Brad Pitt Got Fat from October, 2013. His “designation” under the “old system” of naming people that I dated was “P29” – but the system was impersonal and flawed. First, it was hard to keep track of folks without a nickname. Secondly, people age. “P29” would be “P37” if I met him now. Nicknames like “Dancing Dr. Who” and “Teddy Bear Pirate” make it easier to follow. I once said that this guy showed up at my door with a leather hair tie looking like Brad Pitt from Legends of the Fall and the name stuck. He’s been “Brad Pitt” ever since – even when he’s looked more like Kevin Smith before he went vegan.

I really liked “Brad Pitt” and he was a regular hook-up for about a year or so. We had most excellent sex and, when he wasn’t aloof or in a “Pitt” of depression and despair from his PTSD, we had fantastic conversations, lots of common interests, and a remarkably similar world view.

I think I was a little bit in love with him.

I mean, just a little.

I recently responded to a question in a poly group about whether you have to be “in love” with each of your poly partners in order for it to “count” as “poly” or whether it would be considered “friends with benefits” if you weren’t. I’ve never really been a fan of labels, but basically, I feel like we have lots of different levels of friendship, affinity, attraction, common interests, etc with lots of different people. We can love them in different ways, and with different degrees of intensity. Different people meet different needs – that’s the whole point.

Anyway, it’s been a while, but I really liked Brad Pitt. I know that I was a low maintenance booty call for him, and that was really okay for me. I would occasionally see him near the beginning of my relationship with “Working Class Whimsy” and they knew about each other. But as things progressed with “Whimsy” “Brad” and I didn’t see much of each other. I assumed he was figuring his shit out, or maybe had gotten involved with someone – as I had. There was no drama or bullshit, we just sort of faded away from each other. I would occasionally think of him fondly and wish him well.

Then, after years of no contact, he popped up again a couple of months ago, on Facebook. I should be clear – we are not, nor were we ever Facebook friends. It was not that sort of relationship. (Plus, I generally don’t friend people that I date.) He and I mainly communicated by text. So, in the midst of a global pandemic, I get a message from someone using a slightly different nickname than the one that I knew him by, (both different from his real name, which I also know.)

So after about five years of no contact, he reached out and said:

                So, are you married or not?

His profile picture didn’t show his face, and the name was different. In the span of about 30 minutes, I did a complete social media creep on the dude and read about a year’s worth of posts. I soon found video and photographic evidence that it was him, but I already knew. Eventually I responded:

                Hey, it took me a few minutes to figure out who this is.

                Yes, I am.

                How are you surviving the apocalypse?

He said he wasn’t good. We briefly chatted about how fucked the world is, how much we miss singing, about TV shows, video games, movies, and how we were managing during isolation. We talked about fears, feelings, despair…we even talked about how he had legally changed his last name – due in part to his no longer wanting to have his father’s last name. After my social media perusal, I wondered if his name change also correlated to a significant change in relationship status. Did he get married too? There did seem to be a woman in some of his social posts. A chubby, older woman – hmmm, I think he has a type. I mentioned that I had planned to keep my exes last name as my middle name, but then decided that I no longer wanted or needed it. That was literally the entire extent of our “relationshippy” talk.

It’s funny that even after so much time and distance, we were able to be extremely forthright about serious, global, emotional, painful, personal stuff, while completely misfiring on general, social, small talk. It’s always been a bit like that with us – deep, intimate connection, but also weird, guarded, aloofness bordering on “ghosting” – then back again. I think it speaks a lot to his damage, and it’s just the way that we’ve always related to one another.

I’m not sure why he reached out. I like to take it as a compliment – he was thinking about me, looked me up, sent a message. But it probably wasn’t like that. I probably showed up in his “people you may know” on Facebook and he was likely curious about my name change. Still, it was really nice to hear from him and know that he’s alive. If we weren’t in COVID isolation, I may have explored the contact with a little more seriousness and interest, but we are, and it was nice to reconnect a little bit. I continue to think of him fondly, and to wish him well.

–RD

A post-script to my own post.

This could probably be an entire post unto itself, but I don’t want to do sound like I’m obsessing over this guy.

As I mentioned, I’m not Facebook friends with “BP” – never have been. But he did hit me up on Messenger when he reached out, and that’s where we have communicated most recently. When I started to write this post, I went back to our Messenger chat for reference and I noticed something new: we now have one FB friend in common. Wait, what?! That’s new. We did know people in common from the local karaoke scene, but he wasn’t friends with any of them on social media, and told me that he didn’t keep in touch.

Our mutual friend is a slight, attractive, single woman who is much closer to his age than I am. I found myself having a brief flare of…ooooh…is that jealousy? How WEIRD! I’m completely comfortable with the notion of him being married to the chubby gal in his photos, but I had the slightest spurt of “grrrrr” when I saw that these two were recent Facebook friends. Very interesting, and something that I will have to consider more. Not quite what I expected from my open-minded, polyamorous self!

Your thoughts and comments are most welcome.

12
Apr
13

dick pics – I don’t get it!

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Exhibitionists have been around since long before the cell phone and webcam. Even before trench-coats became the accepted symbol of a dirty guy who wanted to show you his winkie, men liked to…show you!

I mean, boners are kind of nifty, right? Just imagine if you could go into the $1 section at Target and buy a neat little toy the size of an egg-full of silly putty. After you play with that squishy little blob for awhile, it suddenly increases in size & girth until it grows to resemble a decent-size flashlight, a Monster energy drink or, if you’re lucky – a can of Pringles!  Wow! Cool toy!  Then it will even squirt stuff! Woot! Everyone would love it! Continuing the metaphor, soon everyone would have this nifty doo-dad and, as happens,  the novelty would wear off. You’d still love to play with it, but everyone’s seen it – nobody is impressed when you say “hey! Check this out! Look what I can do!”

This is pretty much how I feel about dick pics. I mean, we’ve all seen the trick already, guys! I’m not saying that you are not all uniquely special, skilled & talented, but that’s not what a photo of your meat stick shows me. You aren’t showing me your wit, kindness, humor, intelligence, stamina, social consciousness, skills at cunnilingus…you’re showing me your cock. It may truly be inspirational, but it’s really not that different from the hundreds that I have seen before. (That’s counting porn too – I’m not that big of a slut!)

Women aren’t nearly as visually stimulated as men either. But men don’t seem to care. I think that they are actually visually stimulated by themselves and their nifty “boy toy” and they love to show it off! My filthy Twitter pal, @The_Marcness recently tweeted: “Beating off to a video of you rubbing one out is like some sort of weird, perverted inception” – speaking on behalf of many men who, in my experience, like to watch themselves.

Technology has made it possible and even easy for us to share photos with each other effortlessly. Exhibitionists and voyeurs alike have found a socially acceptable outlet for watching and showing their naughty bits.  Still, there remain those “raincoat flashers” out there who just seem to get off on the thrill of the shock. It is as if they enjoy seeing what kind of reaction they can generate by sending out unsolicited dick pics and videos.

I don’t understand this. Particularly in some of the cases that I have personally experienced. We message each other through a dating site, get to know each other a little bit as human beings. Maybe we flirt or are suggestive with one another, okay. We get comfortable enough to exchange phone numbers and plan to meet up. You don’t know me yet, but if we meet and there’s chemistry, odds are that I will have sex with you. Real sex. With tongues, mouths, hands, fingers, boobs…an actual vagina. So why sour your chances by prematurely whipping out the peen?

To be clear: I’m not talking about when texting turns dirty and turns to sexting. I’m not talking about when we’re seeing each other and you send me a “thinking of you” photo. That’s different. I’m talking about the guy that wakes me up at 7am with a picture of him stroking it. Or who sends a MMS message to me and 10 others on Easter Sunday when I’m at dinner with my family.

Yeah, that guy – again! Or rather, still. This guy that I haven’t met has awakened me three times during my vacation this week by sending me nude pics of himself. This is the guy that texted at 6:21am and when I asked for no texts before 9am or after 12am got offended and said I should find someone else. Okay, fine, bye. But wait – he keeps sending me nude pics and video! All but one have been before 9am, of course – including a cock pic that woke me today. So far I have simply ignored him. I find this usually works best. Though I was sorely tempted to text back “oh, wow – it must be cold there” when his hand-held wiener pic arrived on my phone this morning. However, I have learned not to feed the trolls.

I know, I should start shutting my ringer off, but a lifetime of being the responsible friend/mom/aunt that you can call 24/7 if you need me makes me hesitant to do that. Plus I always forget to turn it off or turn it back on. Plus – would the alarm on my phone still work? Points to ponder if I don’t want to be pondering penis points in the wee-wee hours of the morning! Meanwhile, I will learn how to block numbers on my cell, but that only works if they continue to contact you from the same number. Some of these guys are crafty. I have had at least four men disable their POF accounts and then message me anew from a different account.

I haven’t even covered the men who seem to prefer having an online spank-buddy to video chat with rather than meet in person. I guess virtual sex is the safest sex possible, but I don’t understand that either!

And I think “just your tits…” has replaced the lie that used to be “just the tip!”

Okay, I’m tweeting that!

07
Apr
13

that whole “cougar” thing? totally legit!

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Cougar.

I’m not sure when I first heard the term, but I think that it started “trending” sometime after MILF – maybe in the mid-2000’s? Certainly Anne Bancroft is the most iconic cougar I can think of, but her tryst with a college-age Dustin Hoffman in “The Graduate” must predate the term by at least 35 years. Also, since Mrs. Robinson & Benjamin were a “May-December romance” made in Hollywood, Hoffman plays a 21-year-old, but at the time that the film was made, he was 30 years old and only six years younger than Bancroft in real life. Well, that’s fiction for you, but the general idea of an older woman seducing a college-age man has long been the stuff of fantasy. Much the same is true of the older man and the nubile, young piece of tail, right?

If you look it up online, “cougar” seems to commonly refer to a woman over 40 who “preys” on younger men who are typically in their 20’s. Personally, I find that the term seems to be morphing into a new definition where “cougar” simply means a fuckable older woman. Maybe we have Courteney Cox to thank for that, but I don’t think that the word carries as much of a negative stigma as it may have five or ten years ago. If I mention my involvement with a younger man, many of my friends will say “oh, are you a cougar?” I don’t think that anyone means it in a bad way or is suggesting that I am “preying” on some poor young fool.

When I first made my profile on Plenty of Fish, I had a lot of advice from a single female friend of mine who is also in her early 40’s. I spoke to her right before I launched my profile and she said “now you’re gonna have all the young guys hitting on you.” I was more than skeptical. I scoffed. She told me to wait & see – that the young guys love older women because there’s less drama. While I continued to be unconvinced, I thought about it a little bit more. Getting past my body image issues and general insecurity from not having dated in 20-some years, I could understand the appeal. Older women aren’t looking to settle down, get married, make babies, have someone pay their bills or take care of them. Most women over 40 are capable of taking care of themselves. Most older women don’t have the degree of angst, drama and maintenance that often comes with a woman in her 20’s. They don’t require a boyfriend to be available to them 24/7. They don’t get jealous if every minute isn’t spent with them. We have our own homes without roommates so we can “host” sexual escapades. Best of all, older women are experienced in the sack, near their sexual peak and generally love to be physical. Many of us can’t even get pregnant, so that’s a bonus too. Yes, these are all generalizations, but they are also generally true and I can certainly see the appeal. Still, I didn’t think that any young guys would be hitting me up. But my friend’s “wait and see” didn’t have to wait long.

I was driving home from one of my first meet-ups with a POF guy. This was the guy that I felt was “just friends” and who had only been separated for a couple of weeks. When my phone dinged telling me that I had a text, I assumed that it was my “safety friend” messaging to make sure I had made it home okay. It wasn’t. It was the 23-year-old son of some friends of mine who just happened to be texting me at 12:30am to see what was up. Huh. That’s odd. This is a kid I’d known since he was about 13 and would consider a friend of the family. He briefly dated my niece so I knew that the kid had a little bit of a kinky/exhibitionist streak from what she had told me. Because of that, I was slightly prepared for him to be a little risqué or flirtatious. He had, on occasion, messaged me on Facebook to chat from time to time as well, but sending a text – particularly so late, was new.

When I got in the house, we continued our conversation via Facebook chat. I mentioned that I had just come from a meet-up with someone and he asked how dating was going. I said it was very new and weird since I hadn’t dated in about as many years as he had been alive. He asked if I was doing online dating or how I was meeting people. He then made a comment that it was too bad that “my generation” didn’t just do what his does – hang out, hook up and chill. I said I had no idea what my generation does because it was all new to me. Then he said that if I wanted to do that with him sometime he’d be down.

What?

Wait. What? Back it up…did he just…what? Please, blog followers, imagine me sitting in front of the computer, in the dark, at 1:30 in the morning, literally YELLING at the screen “Shut the fuck up! Did that really just happen?” I was sure that Ashton Kutcher (a one-time cougar fan himself,) was going to jump out at any minute and tell me that I was being punked. Then my text notice bleeped again – with a photo from this guy. It’s him. Nearly naked – his bare torso covered with tattoos and his bedroom eyes staring pleadingly. The text said “could you handle looking at this?”

What the? Okay, okay…I guess I didn’t misread that.

The next message from him contained an apology for being so forward and said that he hoped that he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. I finally managed to find some words and type a response saying that I was pretty stunned but not uncomfortable. He went on to say that he was looking through my photos and came upon a particularly voluptuous one of me in a certain dress and that I was really hot. He said that he wouldn’t mind fucking me in that dress. Okay, yeah. Message received. That was pretty direct. Yikes.

My mind was scrambling. I was still dying to have sex at that time and here was a young hard-bodied guy who was offering it. However, this is also someone that I still imagined riding a Razor scooter around the neighborhood. I know this kid’s parents and siblings, he knows my kids and my ex and he once slept with my niece. I could certainly imagine, but I couldn’t possibly imagine…!

Finally, I said thank you. I told him that his was the best offer that I had had in about six months and I really appreciated him being so sex-positive. I joked that I couldn’t imagine having sex with him and then looking his mom in the eye. He said “well, don’t tell my mom.” Jesus. He was tempting, to be sure, but I wasn’t willing to risk friendships or have my kids be the butt of scandalous jokes just so that I could get laid. We had a sweet, brief flirtation and ended the conversation…at least for then. We did exchange some dirty texts a few weeks later, but nothing that would have rocked the gossip network in the town I used to live in.

I still doubt that his mom would approve…

But wait! There’s more!

That particular week had been a tough one for me, emotionally. My ex and I had been going through the worst of the nastiness that goes with separating. I was finding the online dating scene to be daunting and a little bit weird. I felt detached from everything that I had once held dear – my home, my family – even my dog.

So I went to the casino. And I met this guy. And I will blog about him later. He was S46 and twice the age of the guy who made me my first official cougar offer. S46 bought me dinner and got my number and boy, wasn’t I having a better week with all this attention?

The next night, I was on Facebook again and received a message from a totally different 23-year-old. This guy is also the son of friends, though I haven’t known him since he was a pup like I did the other young guy. This guy would send me “pokes” on FB almost daily, but I never thought much about that. Some folks do that stuff. That particular night, however, he was more chatty than usual and I found myself once again on the receiving end of some serious flirtation with a very young guy. This one wasn’t as smooth or direct as the other, but he finally managed to get around to telling me that having sex with an older woman had always been on his bucket list. He followed that with “which reminds me, incidentally, I haven’t seen your new place yet. Heh.”

Holy shit. Have I just had three guys hit on me in the course of four days? And were two of them under 25? Yep.

I told this guy that he was the second 23-year-old to “hit me up” that week and that I told the first that I would keep it in mind, but wasn’t sure about fucking my friends’ kids. He then asked if I had come up with a policy about fucking my friends’ kids yet because he wanted to fuck me. Well jeezo man.

Admittedly, I was much more intrigued with youngster #2 and even went so far as to call his bluff a few times over the next few weeks of text messaging, flirting and a little bit of dirty talk. Mostly I think he enjoyed the texting and suggestive talk. He never took me up on it – even when I offered to pick him up. In retrospect, I’m glad. Months of no sex may have impaired my judgment. As it turned out, I started having pretty regular sex within a few weeks of the 23-year-old spree, so I am glad that I didn’t do anything foolish or embarrassing.

In general, while I would consider any adult, I’m not particularly interested in most people under the age of 30. The youngest that I have slept with in the past 6 months was S28 and he was pretty lame in the sack. P29 was gorgeous, fantastic, generous, dirty & delightful and I would see him again in a hot minute! R30 is both sweet and amazing in bed and someone that I am currently seeing. I’ve turned down offers from “men” as young as 18 and dated as old as 48. The average age of my post-marital lovers is 38, however – with only about 1/3 of them being older than I and two younger than 30.

So yes, I guess I am a cougar, but I’m not an ageist and I am willing to consider all shapes, sizes, races and ages…just maybe not my friends’ kids, huh?

 

01
Apr
13

april fools & year-round fools

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Boy I do love a creative quip, a bad pun, a well-crafted joke – wit and humor are extremely attractive qualities. They demonstrate intelligence, the willingness to laugh at yourself, not taking things too seriously and also confidence and comfort. I find smart, funny men to be sexiest of all – especially if they have a beard, pony tail and big cock. Oh man, did I start to sound shallow there at the end? Sorry.

Because I like humor and recognize the absurdity, discomfort & potential stress level of first approaches and first meetings, I don’t mind a slightly corny pick-up line. I would prefer someone engage in actual conversation, but goofy and creative approaches will often get a smile and my attention. (But then I’m a lot nicer in person than I am on this blog. 😉 )

So, in honor of April Fool’s Day and all the many fools out there, I am presenting some of the worst pick-up lines that I have received in the past months. Many of these are copied & pasted. No kidding!

  • Hi, I’m a computer. Can I crash at your place?
  • A great thing that happened to me today: I ran into you here.
  • You must have lasers in your eyes because you’ve stunned me.
  • I would really like to eat my cum out of your pussy.
  • Do you want to see a good looking person? Then look in the mirror!
  • I lost my number. Can I have yours?
  • Wouldn’t you and I look cute together on top of a wedding cake?
  • If I could change the alphabet I would put U and I together!
  • I like you, and i want you. Now we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours…. lol.
  • What’s your story?
  • Why is a good looking person like you still single?
  • Why aren’t you in jail? It’s illegal to look that good.
  • What’s one great book you’ve recently read?
  • Great curves love a big butt and enormous boobs. Mmmmm…
  • We have similiar interests that may make us matchable..Can I get a name?
  • Do you have long toes?

Those are all 100% legitimate and received by me. I left out the worst ones – the guys that just send their phone number with the expectation that you’re going to jump right into the sexting and dick pics.

Speaking of dick pics – I had been messaging for a couple of weeks on POF with a guy who claimed to be “shy” and was looking for new friends in my area. His story was that he was moving to the Pacific Northwest from Southern California because his ex had moved his children up here. He will be moving in the next few months – wants to meet people, make friends, get to know the area. Okay, we had pleasant enough chats, agreed to meet for a drink when he gets to town, etc. Then one night, out of the blue, he messages me his number and asks “are you a good flirt?” Hmmm…I wasn’t quite sure what that meant – maybe code for dirty messaging, but we’d established some rapport, I was willing to see what he had in mind. After a busy weekend, I got a message from him saying “text me, brat!” Okay, kinda cute, right? I say I don’t want to start a text conversation at 1:15am that I am just heading to bed. He says it’s the perfect time for him but “ok, gn dollface.”

The next night, I sent him a text around 12:40 am and said “okay, how about starting a text exchange at 1am tonight?” No response. Eeep. Probably too late. But he texts me back at 6:20am and says “how about now?” He woke me up after 3 hours sleep and I was cranky! I said no, I was going to sleep longer & please don’t text before 9am or after 12am unless by mutual consent. He responded: “what are you? A gremlin?” I said “yes!” and explained that I had gone to bed late. He said “sorry I bothered you” so I wanted to make it clear that I wanted to talk to him, just not at 6am. I said “No, I’m sorry that I didn’t explain that boundary…another time!” He says “I don’t think so. Find someone else. Toodles.” Um, what? I pissed you off? This is someone who approached me and persisted in messaging me and who had been really personable. Okay, whatever. Oh well.

Last night, after Easter dinner with my ex and kids – while still with my ex at his house, I got a text from the “California Shy Guy.” Oh, wait – I and 11 others got a group MMS message from him. With a 10-second video of him stroking his meat. Not so shy, huh? But what is this? Group sext? Does he not realize that he just sent us all each others phone numbers and gave us the ability to reply all? Thankfully, nobody replied and the thread seems to have died but what the HECK? You present yourself as a shy guy who is moving in order to stand up for his kids and then…you message a dirty dozen your whack-a-mole video?

Weird, weird, weird. I’m sorry that I deleted so many of my “fools” and goofy messages. I’ll try to think of some others to share. Meanwhile, be careful – someone switched the salt & sugar!