Filterless

Alright, I’m avoiding the real work I should be doing so I can give you all an update on me.

The other week I invited a guy to the bike races. I had gone out with him once before. We had tried a couple of times to meet up when our friends were out since we often go to the same bars or at least bars that are right by each other. After our first date I was really happy about him. Recently I’ve really enjoyed going out with guys who are in similar professions as me. Not that I like talking about work but I do like what I do and this just gives us another thing to talk about.

He met me at the race since I was not about to miss any of it. I knew some of the guys who were racing. I met a couple of them last year through one of my sister’s and her husband. Since their arrival, the guys and I had met out for post-race dinner and drinks. I had also gone to several of the local races to cheer them on. I was not going to miss any of my favorite race.

We hung out for about an hour until he had to go to a friend’s party. It was good that he only stayed for a bit because I couldn’t really get into the race with him there. I had to explain some of the terms and strategies and I really don’t know what I’m talking about. For one month of every year I pay attention to pro biking. Definitely not an expert.

While we were at the race he mentioned a meeting he was recently at where my last name was brought up. (One of his current clients is my dad’s clinic.) So, he said my name in his story and asked if there were a few Dr. [tS's]. I told him yes then quickly turned the question around. “How do you know my last name?”

 

Explanation

Apparently there is no easy and simple way to explain your um, wearing out of a vibrator motor.  It’s true. No one will understand how that is physically possible.  Maybe because they themselves are not pleased in the sack but refuse to find other means or…they just don’t know the pleasure which can be experienced.  Either way, it’s always shocking to men when I openly discuss this aspect of my life.  do I explain what it is?  No.  How I use it?  No.  The pleasure I recieve from it?  No.  They are just mystified by the fact that I open;y admit to not needing a man to fulfill me.  **C’mon, it’s a new world.  We really don’t need men to procreate or stimulate.  Is it really that shocking?  Machines with batteries are just as good and, oh yeah, they’re loyal too.** 

 

In despair

I am mourning the loss of my butterfly.  In it’s last moments it was as sweet and giving as always.  It had been weak for some time so I tried to revive it with new batteries but to no such luck.  The motor gave out.  Just as I was, well um…yeah, the motor came to a hault.  It had done that several times in the past.  Apparently I’m strong enough to stop it’s motion.  I didn’t think much of it until it didn’t start back up again.  We had lights but no movement.  It’s sad.  This morning I gave it another try thinking it was just being testy last night.  Nope.  This makes the 2nd toy I’ve broke in the past year.  Oops!  Apparently I am one woman who doesn’t need to practice her Kegels.  I’m strong enough.

I just don’t know what I’m going to do without my butterfly or something similar. My other toys just aren’t as much fun.This afternoon during my lunch, I’m heading to the store where I bought it to find a replacement.  I have my eye on the Supersex Rabbit Vibrator.  I’m hoping they have one in stock otherwise I’ll be ordering it.

Update: So they didn’t have the new Rabbit in the store but I did make a couple purchases.  Yes, a couple.  I think I may have figured out part of the issue with why my butterfly died…so, I bought 2 things that might work together in a similar way.  I’m still going to get the Supersex Rabbit but now I have something to, um, play with in the mean time.  YEA!!!

 

Am I A Bitch?

Last night we were at our ‘cheers’ having a few drinks with a couple of our guy friends.  We being, Kat, JGT, my roommate, and I.  JGT, my roommate, and I had a little date earlier in the night, dinner and a movie, after which we went to the bar and met up with Kat.   Somehow we got sucked into talking to these 3 guys who were pretty lame but whatever.  We were in need of some entertainment so we sat and talked to those guys for a bit. 

Suddenly one of them started dancing **who shouldn’t have**.  He was the epitome of “dance like no one is watching.”  Kat gave him a look and not a very nice one at that.  Us girls started cracking up because she totally didn’t mean to look at him like that even though he did deserve it.  It was at that time Kat began to explain how she really isn’t a nice girl.  **She likes to think that anyway but only because she doesn’t usually filter the things she says or the looks she give.  I think it’s one of her best qualities because you always know where you stand with her.**  Anyway, Kat told the guys she was the biggest bitch out of all of us. 

**Get ready for it!** 

At that one of the guys who I had been talking to for a bit turned to us and said, “Out of all four of you, you look like you’d be the biggest bitch out of the group”, while he was looking directly at me.

 

Always Trolling

I never really thought about it that way but yes, I am always trolling the waters but is that really a bad thing?  I don’t want to miss out on something (someone) who might really be great.  So, yes, my eyes are always opened to who’s around me.  My hand may be a little out of commission these days but that doesn’t mean I am.