A vision

I have missed my calling. I MUST learn how to do THIS.

"The One"

Guy number 1: "You're married right? How did you know she was the one?"

Guy number 2: "Well it was our fourth date and there we were sitting in front of the fireplace. Right then and there I knew she was the one. I would have told her but I had a rubber ball in my mouth."

Back with new stories...

I have some new stories to tell. I took a little trip out of the country and that was interesting, but I've been doing a little soul-searching here as well. I have been outside working all day, so I am tired. I need to rest a bit. I'll be back soon to tell you all about it...

In the meantime, I found the most intriguing coat. What do you think?

What's wrong with men?

Today I was asked "What is wrong with men?" This from a friend who received a picture of some guy's cock on her phone.

I'm not sure if there's anything WRONG per se. I think as a gender, woman have taken liberation to an extreme. We've allowed men to talk to us like whores, be disrespectful and generally revert back to being complete animals. Because of this, men think it's ok to behave this way towards all of us. No, I don't think it's ok to send a picture of your cock to someone who is a virtual stranger - unless of course they actually asked you for it. I believe in a "live and let live" philosophy. I don't think there's anything wrong with a woman embracing her sexuality, but hey guys...make sure she actually wants you before waving your not-so-adequate dick in her face. Try to make SOME sort of overture. Ladies, it's not all their fault either. We've allowed this to happen and now we all have to pay for it. Personally, even if I'm looking for someone to spend time with occasionally, I do not want to be treated like that. Have the same respect for me that I will show you.

Last night a friend told me that her husband decided to leave her. Within three days their house was on the market and he has pretty much told her he's cutting her off. Of course, this has not stopped him from asking for sex. He gave her some very lame excuses as to why he's leaving her and none of them make sense. She wasn't expecting this. She's holding up remarkably well under the circumstances. Once again, my faith in men is shaken. She's not the only woman in my life being screwed over by a man, just the latest. I am torn between feeling lucky I am single and wanting a man in my life. I am also reminded of the fact that ALL women need to be and STAY independent. Never allow a man to hold all of the cards. He may leave you and take them with him and then where are you?

It is becoming apparent that I will be looking for someone soon and I really think I want to limit it to sex. I have a friend who is splitting from his wife and may be looking for a place to live. He is adorable, funny and easy to be around. He hasn't hidden the fact that he's attracted to me but was always faithful to his wife - at least he was as far as I am concerned. Now, of course, being married is not an issue. He doesn't strike me as the "type" for my particular proclivities. He's supposed to come by some time next week to see my house. He asked me to meet him at the door in an over sized button-down shirt and nothing more. I'm not sure if he's kidding or not... I may have to hide the "tools" of my hobbies, no?

Dungeon Sweet Dungeon maybe?

I had an interesting time last night. Although I was dressed ridiculously (because I had to be), I had quite a bit of male attention. A few of the men I've known for a while - but none that I have spoken of here before. A new gentleman moved in and the others took a wide berth. It was almost comical to watch as they watched me. One of my friends occasionally had a little sign language moment with me from across the bar to make sure I was "OK". Maybe he should have asked The Marine. A lovely young thing in uniform. A bit on the slight side but nice just the same. He tried so very hard, but I was in no mood to play with a new man. Besides, he is only in town for the weekend and I am not open to either a one night stand, or a long distance thing. I wasn't prepared for the night anyway. I experimented with something last night - a new scent. More research is required. I have very high hopes...

I will be unavailable for much for the next few weeks. I have closed on my house and have been busy moving in and cleaning up. The yard alone has taken many hours and I'm nowhere near done. The boxes are virtually gone. There are still a few things I can't find. I am having a housewarming party in a few weeks. The Prig has said he is coming. I'm wondering if he'll be bringing his new woman. It will be interesting. My mix of friends should be amusing. Well, to me at least. I hope they all obey themselves. I'm not sure if a room mate is in the future, so I have to be careful about extracurricular activities. A few alterations to the basement would be necessary for nice things. I've often wanted to host a party for those in the lifestyle. I'll have to start the networking soon...

New Homestead

Hello again. I've been inexcusably absent since February, I know. I've been quite busy. Lately my "activities" have been sparse to say the least. In other words, nothing to write to you about. I plan to change that when I can.

I saw The Scottsman last week but it was strangely anti-climactic. (No pun intended there.) Although the company was "nice", the magic is indeed gone. He is unusually astute when it comes to reading moods, and pretty much knew I wasn't interested in his game. I sent him home without and was relieved when he was gone. I haven't heard from him since. Pretty Boy has taken his leave and I've lost interest in him as well. The Prig has found himself a regular girlfriend I hear. I haven't talked to him in a long while.

While I was out of town, I received an email from a Mistress I've known for a bit. She and her husband are interested in renewing their activity with me I guess. I haven't answered it yet, but I dare say it will have to wait a little while longer. I am closing on a house on Monday afternoon. It's a lovely old house with lots of charm and a nice basement. Fodder for future escapades? Maybe. It's a single family home, so there are no neighbors very close to eavesdrop.

Feel free to scream as loud as you want...

Like the song of the siren, luring you in

I haven't abandoned you, I promise. I've been quite busy. I haven't been feeling well this week, so I've been reading quite a bit and trying to recover. Today I christened my new lotus china tea cup with the built-in tea strainer. I've tried two different kinds of new gourmet loose tea and some very nice honey. I need to make a mental note not to add as much honey to the last blend. It overwhelmed the taste of the tea which didn't need as much sweetness.

I spent the morning looking over real-estate listings sent to me by my agent. Yes, dear hearts, I am buying a house at last. I find that "Someone" is looking out for me "Up There" and I seem to be in the market at the right time. I've found several in my price range that have a garage or a full basement. That might afford me some future opportunities, might it not? One of the properties is newly renovated and even has a pool, but the location might not be right. There are even two in my price range that are over 100 years old. Now that just thrills me to my bones. I love an old house. I'll be scouting nine properties next week. I'll need one with some privacy...maybe some trees.

Pretty Boy has not contacted me in a while. Actually, I just realized that. I hadn't noticed until I decided to update this. I have heard from The Prig. A word here and there. He seems to be resurfacing. Quietly, so as no one would notice. I have. I commented on it to him. He says he's back for now. Maybe what he means is that he's back until he becomes bored with the little people again. Maybe we are more alike than we realize. He popped up on my IM the other night, to my surprise. Sometimes I liken him to a cat. You see, you can't track a cat down and pick him up. You have to sit still and wait for him to come to you. He will. Eventually. That's why cats always go to people who hate cats - they're the only ones not trying to pet them. (And there's my bit of pet psychology for the evening...)

As for me, I'm content. There's nothing I need. I've covered almost all of my wants, and I can wait for the rest to come. In the meantime, I'm "dressing me well" ala the Pussycat Dolls and my new mantra "Bad Girl". I just acquired a leather motorcycle jacket in a decidedly non-characteristic pink. Just sweet enough to be deceptive...