Posts Tagged ‘texting

14
May
13

The Rest of the Story…

This is the continuation of the story about “Suave” (S42) and what happened after I accepted his indecent proposal.

I had indicated that I was getting a pretty strong sense of “too good to be true” from this guy, right? He had displayed some hesitations and reservations that I had simply chocked up to our newness with each other, our “arrangement” and his particular interest. But we I wasn’t imagining the part where we really got along. Or that he enjoyed our interlude, for that matter. He messaged me afterwards thanking me and saying that he couldn’t wait until “next time”. In turn, I messaged him thanks as well and said that while I was all for his plan to spoil me and make me more selfish that I would also be willing to have finished him by other means. Immediately, I received a text on my phone saying:

What other means? Just curious.

Well, I think about 2.5 more minutes in my mouth would have done the trick and that’s where I was headed with it, initially.

Would have been quite content to fuck you too.

Or, I suspect…given your enthusiasm for curves…that you might have liked to come on my tits.

Or, you know…I’m open to suggestion. 😉 

Oh wow. Yes. All of the above. Ha

Damn

Damn what? Damn it’s too bad you didn’t take a different option or damn those are good suggestions?

Or damn something altogether different?

Damn…that’s hot. Tonight was exactly what I wanted

Good. I liked it. It’s good for me to practice selfish therapy.

Yup. Anytime

Reeeeee-ally? Because I could *so* see you being part of my regular playlist! 😀

Ha. Cool

I mention needing to get something to eat and I go have dinner. An hour later he messages me again:

You’re very good at that, btw

At what? 😉

Giving head

Good. Glad you approve.

Ha. Of course. 🙂

And may I say? Back atcha!

Good. Thank you

Oh no, thank YOU

You were sooo wet

Heh. Yeah, that happens when I am suitably persuaded. 🙂

And so we messaged for the next few weeks. Yes, about my needing to learn to spoil myself & be selfish (as well as his interest in doing the spoiling,) and about work, friends, life, TV, gambling, games. He asked me about what kind of wine I like and what kind of coffee is my favorite. We talked about the sorts of “bachelor dinners” that we make for ourselves. I send him some pictures of Star Wars lithographs that I saw, he tells me how he recently got naked at the gym & realized that he was wearing Star Wars boxers. We talk about getting together again, but he reveals that he’s been kinda sick, but he keeps messaging, so it’s not a “we fucked and now I’m going to tell you I’m sick to blow you off” kind of deal. We messaged for about a week. He apologized for not being able to follow up. Messages are steady every day or two until the 12th day after we’d hooked up. I sent a brief text asking if he’s still alive. He replied “Yes, barely.” I rambled on a bit about the flu going around and how I’m going to hear a friend’s Jazz combo. He doesn’t reply. But it was Friday night and I figured he was probably otherwise engaged. Given the number of texts that we’d been exchanging and the regularity of them, I wasn’t concerned about getting dumped and I was certain that he liked me. I also wasn’t concerned about the notion that he was seeing other people. I certainly was and we’d been pretty clear about that. In fact, I was seeing quite a few people. Which makes the rest of the story even funnier.

Four days had passed since I last heard from him. This was a bit unusual, but I just assumed that he’d had a busy weekend, like me. Late Monday night found me messaging with a new romantic interest. We had just made the leap from messaging to exchanging phone numbers and he wanted to talk on the phone. About a minute into my first phone call with a delightful & interesting new guy, I got a text message from an unknown number in an unfamiliar area code. The message said “U don’t know me. But I found out about u the hard way –sent from Textfree.” Bummer. Crappy spam at 12:45am. I ignored it. Fifteen minutes later, my phone blew up with texts. Seven in a row.

In summary, the woman who messaged me explained that she had been dating a man for over a year that I met online. They had been intimate and he told her that they were monogamous. She loves him, he confessed & is going to therapy. She’s known him since 7th grade. This is devastating. He says he’s done. When was the last time he contacted me? She’s not interested in revenge or drama. He’s deeply depressed & she’s worried about him. Some of the things he told her about our encounters (note the plural,) “ysh! I’m not going to go there!” She wants me to answer yes or no & when. (Um, what?)

Meanwhile, I should remind you that I was on the phone with the new guy. Obviously our call was being disrupted by these multiple texts from this randomly ranting lady. Being the honest person that I am and not wanting to be rude to the new guy, I told him what was going on. He was amused and generally nonplussed, which was good. We talked about stalkers and weirdos that we had encountered during our online dating and I admitted that this was a first for me.

Back to the “no revenge, no drama” lady that’s been texting me. I finally responded.

Ok. Not sure if I believe you aren’t after drama when you send me 7 anonymous texts at 1am, but you have my attention. Who are you talking about?

This is followed up with 24 additional texts – and I only responded once saying that I didn’t get the photo that she claimed to have sent. I had to laugh when she told me the first name of the man she was talking about because I happened to have been involved with four men with that name during the previous three months. I was able to safely eliminate two of them from possibility. She confirmed which of the other two I suspected she meant by mentioning his being a Star Wars fanatic. Yep, I know that guy, but still I say nothing as she spews. Generally, the messages were about holding him accountable & his deception. She loves him, she forgives him, she wants him to get help. She appealed to my sympathy and changed tactics a little bit, and mentioning that she was a mom who had been going through cancer the past three years. She said that she was concerned for her safety and wanted to know if we had had unprotected sex. I guess she was expecting to make me mad or jealous when she told me how the other women had been so nice and cooperative. She told me he’d been sleeping with men. I guess I was supposed to be shocked and also feel betrayed and to suddenly become her compatriot in fury. Me? I was mostly just laughing and trying to talk to the new guy on the phone.  I still hadn’t responded and she started getting a bit nasty – making snide remarks about how SHE wasn’t the one with anything to HIDE. (Oh yes – she’d started using all caps.) Then, responding to my earlier message that she was texting anonymously, she messaged me her full name and phone number. Well heck, that’s interesting, right? She accused me of texting him instead of messaging her back. THEN she got personal – sending me a screen shot of one of the many private conversations that “Suave” and I had shared. Particularly the one where he had said that he liked that I sort of looked like a wholesome soccer mom and he loved the idea of driving me wild with passion. I had debunked that by sharing some very private information and she happened to have captured a good chunk of it in the pic she sent me. Then she said “well, good luck with the soccer mom thing then.” I was getting pissed. Then she said how unpleasant it was to see my naked pictures. Well, I knew for a damn fact that the only way there would be any naked pictures of me was if he took some without my knowledge. I didn’t think this was likely, but I realized that it was possible.

Meanwhile, trying to talk to my new friend while 31 texts chimed their arrival was getting to be silly. I apologized, asked if he was going to be up for awhile and said “I’m bout to go END a bitch.” I confirmed that it was okay to call him later and he said that I had better call him & tell him what happened!

So I called up Ms. Angel Rodriguez* (*you know by now that I don’t use real names, right?) She answered and knew my real first name. I barely got a word in before she launched into her life story. It seemed like she was riding on a huge adrenaline dump because I think that she talked for about 10 minutes solid without stopping. I asked if they lived together. She said no, she’s been living with her parents because one has cancer & the other has kidney disease. She’s been going through cancer treatment too. I stop her. I tell her that if she and other members of her household are immuno-suppressed or have low white count that she needs to be really careful and to protect herself. I mention “Suave” having told me that he was sick. She admits that she thinks she gave him the flu. (Hey – he was telling me the truth about that – cool.) After she admits that they aren’t exclusive, she says that they have been having unprotected sex for about 15 months. I suggest that she’s smart enough to know that she shouldn’t be bare-backing with someone that she knows is not being faithful to her. Particularly if she is at-risk. She agrees. As a courtesy, I tell her that we have not had unprotected sex but that we have “fooled around” and that I’ve never been to his place (which is where the naked photos that she found were set.) When she asks when the last time he contacted me was I say “recently, but not the past few days.” Apparently the shit hit the fan with her two days prior to her messaging me. That explains the “dead air” from Suave.

Ultimately, I tell her that she needs to take care of her own shit and that Suave was never dishonest with me. He told me that he had other lovers. Her relationship with him really isn’t my business and I don’t need to be further involved with any ongoing drama. She apologizes for imposing on me, thanks me for the talk. Tells me that I will find someone because I’m such a great person! She calls me “hun” and “sweetie” and tells me to take care of myself.

I was ready to go hardcore on this chick 10 minutes earlier and by the time we’re done I feel like she’s about to invite me for coffee. In fact, she messages me the next afternoon thanking me again and telling me that I need to kiss a few frogs but she knows I will find my prince! Aaaawwwww….okay, fuck off now. 🙂 She thanks me for my compassion and tells me that I saved her sanity. Yeah, well, glad I could help I guess. So weird, right?!?

Meanwhile, I have been considering whether or not to contact Suave and let him know about this. It certainly sounds like he knows, but I’m a bit pissed that he’s allowed my private information to be compromised and used in this fashion. On the other hand, as I said, he didn’t lie to me and gave me exactly what he said he would – lots of orgasms and lots of spoiling. No harm, no foul. Finally, I come up with the perfect way to both fuck with him and check his honesty & humor at the same time. I send him the following message:

So, Angel seems really nice. Suppose she’d be down for a three-way? 😉  Man, that was sure interesting…

His response was immediate and I can almost hear him sputtering through the text:

Who? No. Please. I’m sorry but I have to stop emailing with you. Ugh. I’m sorry.

I like how he tried to deny it for about a half a second and then just gave up. I also like that he said “I’m sorry” often. I opted to let him off the hook. Seriously? If this gorgeous, generous, attentive man is a sex addict whose kink is pleasuring “soccer moms” and “women with curves” who the hell am I to make him feel bad about that? He deserves a fucking trophy! I respond:

It’s all good. Apology accepted. It was a little weird at 1:00 am but you were honest with me and I personally bear no responsibility for your relationship with her. That’s on you, man. Take care, be well & best wishes. 🙂

I regret that I didn’t say something relating to Star Wars. Just to remind him what he’d be missing, right? 😉

He agreed, thanked me, apologized again & that was three months ago and the last time I heard from either “Suave” or his “Angel” and my new guy was highly amused – particularly about the follow-up text that I sent! 😉

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24
Apr
13

Sometimes it’s just fun to be a whore

Oh it is! I love it! Though I guess I’m really just a slut since I don’t get paid!

For whatever weird reason – perhaps because I blogged twice yesterday – I am having a near-record day for blog hits & stats. This actually makes me feel great and I was feeling rather blue, wasn’t I?

Funny enough, I got a text this afternoon from R30 (Soup Can Man) asking how his sex goddess was doing. I had to laugh because I had just made this R40 entry last night and decided that nicknames needed to be added to avoid confusion. R40 is Dancing Doctor Who. We exchanged some texts today too but nothing mushy or flirty. The next two days are supposed to be glorious and I want to ask him to do something but I already feel like I may have overwhelmed him with my personality and nervous monologuing.

No word from P29/Brad Pitt at all – even when I messaged that I hoped he was feeling better. So we’re back to that I guess. Bummer.

Anyway, enough whinging! I acknowledge and validate my feelings, but I also recognize that my social life is much better than most and keeps me engaged, happy & sexually satisfied for the most part. In other words, I have little to complain about overall.

Meanwhile, I am being a total whore right this minute – I’m doing a new blog entry just so you will look at it, read it & push my stats up over the top to a new, record-breaking day.

I love you guys! Be good to each other!

12
Apr
13

dick pics – I don’t get it!

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!

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

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!

 

17
Mar
13

telling a guy to fuck off…before 8 am!

Arg. I think this might be my third cranky-ish blog entry in a row, but I know that some of you love me for my snark & bitchiness, right? Right? Say it! Say my name!

Last night I cooked up a bunch of corned beef and all the fixings and brought it over to my friends’ house. After we feasted, seven of us went out to a local Irish pub and started our St. Patrick’s Day revelry. Great band, great friends, excellent beers – a night of friends rather than men. In fact, one of my male friends asked if I didn’t have a date offer on a Friday night and I said no, I did – I just wanted to hang out with my pals! A most excellent, raucous time was had by all & we left around 12:30, grabbed some drive-in burgers & shakes & went back to my friends’ house & crashed pretty hard.

Side note, C43 finally “showed up” again yesterday via text and we actually had a playful, fun bantering, flirty text exchange from about 7pm, throughout the evening until around 1:30am. A rare treat for me. I love his brain and wish he wasn’t so confusing & weird, but he is.

The end of the night found me comfortably ensconced in my friends’ lovely guest room. They provided every comfort for my drunk ass! Then at 7:41am on a SATURDAY I received a text that woke me from my blissful slumber. I had a feeling that I knew who it was, but I couldn’t find my phone and nearly tore the bed apart – anxious to KILL the offender. Finally, I found it and yes, it was exactly who I thought – THOR! Asshole!

Now, I was going to write about this guy later and ask if it is possible to date someone who goes by a very stupid moniker. Who the hell calls themselves THOR, after all? He’s a POF contact – 33, tattooed & pierced, bigger guy, my type and seemed quite interested in me – and wanted to meet right away. He’s the one I call “T33” and I tried to meet last weekend but he was “busy” when it came down to it. Meanwhile, he would text me “hey mama” “hey sexy” all week and twice sent me dick pictures. Okay, so the guy has a cock like a can of Pringles. This is potentially worth putting up with some annoying habits, but he was starting to grate on my nerves. Call me old fashioned, but I guess I’d like to meet a guy before seeing his junk. Though again, nice junk. But I was getting a vibe from him that he mostly just wanted to exchange pictures and that’s all. Not my thing.

Back to the dumb name. I was trying to figure out how to reference it in the blog. I mean, seriously? How can I talk to him without sniggering? How could I refer to him to my friends with a straight face and how could I blog about his goofy name without using it? I considered calling him ZEUS or HULK or something in the blog, but now that he’s been an asshole and I’ve cut him loose, I feel fine using his “real” fake name. I mean, I’m sure it’s not the name that his mama gave him. And speaking of his mama, I’m NOT HER and him calling me “mama” was getting on my nerves as well. A fact that I had no problem sharing with him, but that he seemed to have a problem understanding. Not a big listener, this guy. Must be all his brains are in that big cock.

THOR (yes, it must be in all caps,) was also very slow to understand that our schedules are very different. We essentially work opposite hours. After an early morning text during the week I asked him not to message me before 9am. His response was to tell me how fucked up my schedule is. He’d been mildly to moderately irritating and was simmering way on the back burner because of his presumptions (that we would meet and fuck) and his inability to listen (friends before FWB, for instance.) So, 7:41am on Saturday comes a text from him saying “hey mommy” MOTHER. FUCKER. (Or not, in my case!) I finally found my phone so that I could send my livid reply:

What the fuck, man? 7:41 on a Saturday morning with that mommy shit?

Sorry, up and horny

Yeah? Fuck off! I asked you not to text me before 9. I asked you not to do the mommy shit. I think you’re not big on listening or respecting. And you woke my ass up!

Ha ha whatever bye

Yeah, whatever. BYE! What is it with guys who think that just because they are up and horny that you should be as well? This is a guy that I would have met and if we had hit it off, we could have had some nice, regular, no-strings sex. I was pretty clear about that too. But you blow it by being a pushy, immature asshole? Well, at least I found out before I wasted any condoms on him. Sheesh. Someone that self-involved and clueless is likely to be shit in the sack anyway. Not that I couldn’t get myself off on that big meat stick…but this is part of my evolution in dating: fucking vs. FWB. I have come to the amazing discovery that I can get laid pretty much whenever I want to. The thing is? I would also like to have some men that I can talk to, hang out with, see a movie, game or concert with and possibly, hang out with my friends on occasion without feeling ashamed to bring some fuck stick around. This is much more in keeping with the direction that I have taken in the dating world recently. The problem seems to be that the ones that are best in bed are not the most attractive to me as people and vice-versa. This is not always the case, but it’s sadly true quite frequently. Which is why I keep looking!

08
Mar
13

being smart & safe while being slutty…

Use condoms.

There. Now we all know how to have safe sex, don’t we? (Although in my new, multi-partnered life I have been somewhat shocked to find how few people actually do regularly practice safe sex. Many just rely on the “drug & disease free” assurances of strangers. They must not have grown up in the AIDS-scare 80’s like I did!)

I’m not talking about safe sex though. I’m talking about safe dating. I mean, it’s a big risk to put yourself out there and be willing to meet new people and allow yourself to be judged and vulnerable in the first place. But what about sharing personal information? What about not winding up in someone’s trunk? And, in a slightly less hysterical vein, how do we avoid those 6am texts from guys that we wish we had never exchanged numbers with?

No, really. Tell me. :-/

I freely admit that this is a selective process that I am still working on through trial and more than a few errors, but I have established some safety protocols and employed some basic common sense.

After experiencing my first heady rush of being “popular” and sought-after on Plenty of Fish, I was actually glad to have had a pushy, scary guy shake me up bad enough to make me pause and think about such matters. I’m a big, strong girl with lots of confidence. I have managed kids and tussled with lots of brothers and boy cousins over the years. I hadn’t really thought about stalking, date rape, violence or even unwanted advances. I was reveling in the attention. Thank you, creepy dude, for making me take a step back.

Ultimately, I found my muse. I have a smart, talented, sassy, 21-year-old niece who is drop-dead gorgeous. She is also someone that, because of what life has thrown at her while she was growing up, isn’t the most confident person in the world. I am delighted to be one of her sounding boards and someone that she contacts to talk about how to handle different social, dating and sexual situations. My role with her is to be the “cool mom” that you can talk to about everything. Also, because she is very mature and has a really good head on her shoulders, she is someone that I have been able to talk to about personal stuff as well. She’s a great person. And she’s my Jiminy Cricket.

Over the years, my niece, Olivia* would tell me about her various relationships with men and boys and I would dole out my common-sense, motherly advice. When I started communicating with men on the dating site, I would take my own personal scenario and imagine if it was a story that Liv was telling me about a man. Then I would listen to the common-sense advice that I would give her. I call this my “Livvie Test” and if my mom/aunt/gut is telling me to RUN then I listen. It’s actually a really helpful tool to use when I need a serious reality check or when some hot guy is filling my otherwise sane head with flattery and sexual imagery.

My other rules go like this:

  • Meet in public
  • Let someone know where you’ll be
  • Have a “lifeline” – someone you can call 24/7 if you need out!
  • Protect your phone number, email, last name, address
  • Establish “rules” about messaging & texting
  • Know what you want & be honest about it
  • Be honest with all parties – including yourself
  • Bring your own condoms

These are my rules and, as I am a grown-ass adult, I get to use my own judgment if I decide to break them. I don’t always adhere religiously. Sometimes, if I have talked to someone on the phone/facetime/tango/skype several times and have a pretty good rapport with them before actually meeting, I might consider meeting at his place or mine. Generally though – coffee or drinks is a good start. And we’ll drive separately, thanks.

Having a lifeline is good too. I usually let one of my close friends know who I’m meeting and where and then check in again later to let them know that I’m safe and that it’s going well. On occasion, I let them know if I am going to someone’s house, but not always. But I do let the man know that I am doing my “safety check-in” with my “first date spotter.” Most anyone that I have dealt with understands and appreciates this. Hey, they have to be careful too!

Early on, I used to give out my number much more liberally. Now I protect it. POF has a mobile app that is almost as good as text and I have the option of turning push notifications on or off as I see fit. They can use that for awhile. If they don’t like it, tough shit. I dropped a guy a few months ago and he insisted on sending me “good morning” messages two or three times a week for about six weeks after I told him that I wasn’t interested. These messages usually came between 6am and 8am…I swear, I’m learning! Now, when I give my number out, I let the person know that I would appreciate it if they didn’t call or text before 9am or after 11pm unless we have mutually agreed otherwise.

I’ve struggled to figure out what exactly I’m looking for in dating too. When offered choices like “intimate encounter” “dating but nothing serious” “dating” “looking for a relationship” “long-term, serious” or “wants to get married,” I currently select “dating”. No, I am not looking for serious, but I might consider it under the right circumstances and with the right person. I find that if I put “nothing serious” then I just get the wham-bam guys who want to fuck and nothing else. I’d love it if “friends with benefits” actually meant that in the online dating world. It doesn’t. What it seems to mean is “we both want to fuck and you don’t actually have to take me out before I put out.” No. I want to fuck, but too many people want to skip the friendship part of FWB. I want someone (or, preferably several someones,) that I can see a couple of times a month, have dinner with, talk to, maybe take a trip with, have a weekend with…and have exceptional sex with. I truly believe in this model, but the men that I have met don’t seem to. They either want long-term or one-night. I am starting a movement to train men about FWB. Seriously. Let’s watch football, eat food and fuck…and then you go away and we’ll message a little bit and do it again in three weeks. Yeah? Jeez, maybe I need to update my profile. 🙂

Since I started this post on the safe sex topic, I will end there too. Ladies, bring your own condoms. Just do it. Don’t count on a man to have them or want to use them. Bring them and if you have to, apply them. Practice. Learn how. I call them “party favors” and offer a variety of options to choose from. I also can put one on using my mouth. This trick is very helpful for a man who hesitates to wear one or who loses wood while struggling to put it on himself. In my experience, a man doesn’t argue too much if you have your mouth on his dick. Weekend wisdom from the Risqué Divorcée! 😉

Happy Friday, my little cupcakes! Let’s be safe out there!

*not her real name.




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