long time coming...
So long since I’ve updated.
Well, here’s the long and the short of it.
As much of a proponent of girls-can-do-it-too casual sex I claim to be…
All it’s getting me lately is empty, worried, and confused.
I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m not having anymore casual sex. Well, that was the initial leaf. Then I decided that certain parties, with whom I have already begun carnal relations, should be grandfathered.
Most specifically, the Ass Spanking Champion of the World. And potentially no-fan. I’ve been missing him MUCHO lately. Don’t worry – I know it’s not right, and I’m not running back in with open arms or anything – but right now my heart needs some coddling and some familiarity… and he can definitely provide both of those things.
And somehow, one more new player has joined the fray. I seriously can’t decide what to do about him.
I met the Dumptruck driver on match.com. He’s a sweet good ole country boy. He races stock cars and snowmobiles and has a backyard full of junk cars that rivals my fathers. Well, given a time handicapping, seeing as how the dumptruck driver is only 28 and has had many fewer years to accumulate shit… It scares me to think about involving myself with someone so much like my dad.
All he ever does is call me beautiful and pretty and is super nice and kind. He’s super duper fixit smart – but not that educated. I enjoy spending time with him, but to quote NoFan – ‘I just don’t feel the fire.’
I want bells and whistles and swooning and smiling and daydreaming and doodling.
He questioned me the other night. “Erica, I just don’t see what you see in a simple country boy like me.”
“well, dumptruckdriver, that’s exactly what I see in you.” And as my dad said – I’m just getting a little tired of ‘slick’.
Oh yeah, and the sex pretty much SUCKED.
Oh yeah oh yeah, and as we’re driving around plowing snow, he drops the real bomb. “You know, I’m not the perfect guy. I can’t have any more kids – I had a vasectomy. And I see the way you look at kids.”
How astute and observant of a male. But he’s right – that would pose a major problem for me. My father says I should stop looking at every guy I date as marriage potentials and just relax and have some fun… But don’t you think I’ve done enough of that?
Who knows.
I’m buying a truck tonight. I’m seriously nervous about signing another loan – $5000 over 3 years with 16.9% (!!!!!!!) interest. But since I have such shitty credit it’s about all I can do.
The truck is gorgeous – It’s a 2000 jeep Cherokee sport. It’s the prettiest metallic blue color. I’m getting a very good deal, and am excited to have a new car. But knowing my luck, it’s not actually going to work out.
Anyway, I apologize for withdrawing and licking my wounds – some severe shit has gone down which I don’t even feel comfortable spewing here… I’m alive… and will try to update more, but I can’t promise spankings and squirtings and sexual escapades.
Well, here’s the long and the short of it.
As much of a proponent of girls-can-do-it-too casual sex I claim to be…
All it’s getting me lately is empty, worried, and confused.
I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m not having anymore casual sex. Well, that was the initial leaf. Then I decided that certain parties, with whom I have already begun carnal relations, should be grandfathered.
Most specifically, the Ass Spanking Champion of the World. And potentially no-fan. I’ve been missing him MUCHO lately. Don’t worry – I know it’s not right, and I’m not running back in with open arms or anything – but right now my heart needs some coddling and some familiarity… and he can definitely provide both of those things.
And somehow, one more new player has joined the fray. I seriously can’t decide what to do about him.
I met the Dumptruck driver on match.com. He’s a sweet good ole country boy. He races stock cars and snowmobiles and has a backyard full of junk cars that rivals my fathers. Well, given a time handicapping, seeing as how the dumptruck driver is only 28 and has had many fewer years to accumulate shit… It scares me to think about involving myself with someone so much like my dad.
All he ever does is call me beautiful and pretty and is super nice and kind. He’s super duper fixit smart – but not that educated. I enjoy spending time with him, but to quote NoFan – ‘I just don’t feel the fire.’
I want bells and whistles and swooning and smiling and daydreaming and doodling.
He questioned me the other night. “Erica, I just don’t see what you see in a simple country boy like me.”
“well, dumptruckdriver, that’s exactly what I see in you.” And as my dad said – I’m just getting a little tired of ‘slick’.
Oh yeah, and the sex pretty much SUCKED.
Oh yeah oh yeah, and as we’re driving around plowing snow, he drops the real bomb. “You know, I’m not the perfect guy. I can’t have any more kids – I had a vasectomy. And I see the way you look at kids.”
How astute and observant of a male. But he’s right – that would pose a major problem for me. My father says I should stop looking at every guy I date as marriage potentials and just relax and have some fun… But don’t you think I’ve done enough of that?
Who knows.
I’m buying a truck tonight. I’m seriously nervous about signing another loan – $5000 over 3 years with 16.9% (!!!!!!!) interest. But since I have such shitty credit it’s about all I can do.
The truck is gorgeous – It’s a 2000 jeep Cherokee sport. It’s the prettiest metallic blue color. I’m getting a very good deal, and am excited to have a new car. But knowing my luck, it’s not actually going to work out.
Anyway, I apologize for withdrawing and licking my wounds – some severe shit has gone down which I don’t even feel comfortable spewing here… I’m alive… and will try to update more, but I can’t promise spankings and squirtings and sexual escapades.
posted by erica looking at 1:43 PM
4 Comments:
Yeah, what Toby said.
Sex sells.
Q
If there's no spark and the sex sucks, just end it now. He sounds like friend material though, just not what you're lookign for to make you happy.
I hope you got your truck. I wish you great sex for the holidays. I love reading about your sexcapades.
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