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Tighty Whitey Guy
My resolve to avoid married men faltered again. Yesterday, I called in to work because I didn’t feel well.1 Tighty Whitey’s spidey sense must’ve been tingling because he started texting me.
We hooked up once over the summer, while his wife was out-of-town, but hadn’t had an opportunity because our work schedules are so similar.2 Before we hooked up initially, we had IMd on yahoo for a couple of years. I’ve been with more than my fair share of married or otherwise attached men and I was not interested in adding yet another to my Book of Dalliances. However, he was very persistent in pursing the affair and happened to catch me on a day when I was horny and willing to ignore that he is married.
I don’t remember much about our first time together except he was even cuter than in his pictures, he loved eating pussy, his package was average, he wore tighty whiteys and that I taught him my favorite position.
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- I’ve got a cold and I’ve been fatigued lately. I’m often exhausted, but cannot sleep more than 2-4 hours at a time. [↩]
- Normally, I would’ve found a way around that, but the sex wasn’t all that good for me so I didn’t feel the need to accommodate him. I’ve had better orgasms from bass vibrations. [↩]
Not Giving Up the Single Life Yet
Unfortunately, Zane seems to be just another asshole. I had high hopes for the relationship, mostly because we seemed so in sync and we connected on so many different levels. However, my expectations and hopes have been dashed yet again.
I’m no fool when it comes to men and I can usually spot a jerk almost instantly1 whether they are undercover or not. Therefore, I am more than a bit surprised with the speed I let him into my inner world because I am usually on red-alert when it comes to attachment and trust. Nevertheless, he sneaked under the radar. He is quite charming, funny, witty, attractive, sensual, easy to talk to, and great in bed. I immediately recognized that he lacks consideration and thoughtfulness; however, I chalked it up flaws I could live with since he seemingly had so many other qualities that I value. Other baggage was present from the get-go, but the advantages of moving forward seemed to outweigh it at the time.
On the Romantic Front
I’ve still been dating Greg a few times a month, but not having sex with him. I’ve also started getting closer to a couple more guys I’ve met recently. One was through some friends and the other one works with me. Things are still on the flirting level with the two new guys. Greg and I are in the comfort zone, and I’m not quite sure where things stand with Zane.
Things with Zane have cooled off a bit. We haven’t seen each other or spoken much the past two weeks because we have completely opposite schedules now. He’s only off on Tuesdays and the rest of the week he works 7pm – 4am. I’m off Friday and Saturdays, but work 10:45am-7:30ish the rest of the week. When he’s off I’m at work or sleeping and when I’m off he’s at work or sleeping.
Zane also has a lot of challenges to deal with right now: this whole pre-divorce thing, trying to get back on his feet financially due to being out of work for almost three months, and a moderately severe depressive episode. Apparently, he’s bipolar type 2. He was diagnosed after we lost touch before, I just found out a few weeks ago.
Indiana Boys on a Rainy Oklahoma Night
Tori, Tamara, Beau1, and I sat around my room until after 3am trying to figure out what to do about those guys we ditched and how to get her car back without having to face them.
We decided to have Beau call Dustin2 and tell him that Tamara and I were popped while trying to get rid of some Ecstasy and that Beau was going to go bail us out.
Beau told Dustin to grab his friend, get their stuff, and then walk up the street to the Phillips 66 gas station to meet up with him so they could go with him to get us from jail.
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A Fourth of July to be Remembered…
Around noon today Tamara wanted me to go with her to meet a couple dudes at the bus station. I am her wingman, so I agreed. They came down here from Indiana to see “us.” Oh man, I am so NOT gonna do that again.
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