Several weeks ago, I hired a plumber for some minor house repairs that as a 40-year-old woman, I still refuse to learn to do, even though I know they are relatively easy.
The guy came out on a Sunday to give me a quick bid and I showed him the various items that needed to be fixed. Keep in mind by the time Sunday rolls around, I am lucky to be out of bed, let alone freshly showered or made up, so I greeted him with a big smile, hair pilled on top of my head, glasses, cut off sweats and a stained T-Shirt. Who cares right?
Throughout the bidding process, Mr. Plumber would find ways to ask probing questions and having been dating since I was 16, I knew he was trying to figure out if I was single or not. Several questions later he said: "we should go out for a drink sometime." "Whatever!' I said, but immediately regretted that comment hoping not to hurt his feelings and I quikckly came back with: "I appreciate the offer, especially when you find me remotely attractive when I am at my absolute worst." He smiled and said, "yes, I do."
We made plans for him to come back later in the week and when I answered the door, he could barely figure out who I was: "You look really different..." I wasn't sure that was a compliment or not, as I had just gotten off of work, had actually showered and was made up, hair down, etc. "Thanks! I said, I'll take that as a compliment." He finished his job and again asked if we could go out. I told him despite an 8 year difference in our age (he is younger) I would love to get out of the house. We made plans for that next Saturday and ended the evening exchanging innocent text messages back and forth. I hadn't heard from him for several days but I refused to babysit and/or track him down. If he is interested, he will find me right? Wrong, I didn't hear from him again, but his loss. A friend of mine said my life is like a bad porno. Plumber comes over, asks for a service, i don't put out immediately, so he leaves and I never hear from him again.
Ive always thought that the blue collar worker would be easy to please and more than happy to be with someone like me. I'm starting to believe that I am putting to much emphasis on them being "easy to please."
Lesson learned: Keep business purely business
Monday, April 2, 2012
One in the hand is better than Two in the bush.....
Ive wanted to post this particular topic for a while but to protect the innocent, I decided to wait long enough so that no one would be able to "guess" his identity.
Several weeks, months or years ago I was with a partner enjoying what I hoped would be a romantic weekend. Ive always felt a strong friendship with this person and he is definitely someone I can be 100% honest with. I think he feels the same way about me, because often he will make comments that initially make the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but with time I appreciate that he feels comfortable enough to share uncomfortable things with me.
So after a crazy night on the town this particular weekend, Im stumbling back to the hotel thinking the last thing I wanted to do was "perform." What a relief it was when we both agreed to drink as many tall glasses of water that we could to stay hydrated and avoid a hang over in the morning and just call it a very good night.
The next morning came without "incident" and although surprised a single man didn't take advantage of the situation, I didn't think anything of it.....until the drive home. Conversation was witty, a couple of funny jabs and the usual banter that we enjoy, but then out of the blue he says: "yeah I ended up jerking off in the shower this morning because I knew that you would be dry." At first I laughed, thinking "you just admitted to wacking off," but then it hit me....WTF? He chose to jerk off rather than be with a real female with real body parts? And what the hell does "you would be dry mean?" Isn't that what the billion dollar porn industry calls "lube?" I didn't know what to do, so I as usual, I faked my way through the few awkward moments we had left with a huge smile and winning personalilty. Inside I was mortified. Should I be embarassed? Should I never talk to him again based on humilitation? I didn't know how to feel but the sting in my stomach sharpened to a point where I honestly thought I was going to be sick.
Ive thought a lot about this situation since it happened and admittedly went through a lot of different emotions. Do men (or just this particular man) masturbate so much that they prefer it to the real thing? As a mother myself, I chose to be open and honest about masturbation with my son, rather than raise him under the umbrella of guilt and shame, although if he ends up prefering "alone time" over a beautiful women, I think I made the wrong parental choice.
Ultimately I decided that this was an isolated (as far as I know) incident and wrack it up to another learned experience of growing older (and obviously drier;) to be prepared and hope that if indeed this particular person enjoys solo play, that he will just stop inviting me to his play pen.
Lesson learned: ignorance is bliss...
Several weeks, months or years ago I was with a partner enjoying what I hoped would be a romantic weekend. Ive always felt a strong friendship with this person and he is definitely someone I can be 100% honest with. I think he feels the same way about me, because often he will make comments that initially make the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but with time I appreciate that he feels comfortable enough to share uncomfortable things with me.
So after a crazy night on the town this particular weekend, Im stumbling back to the hotel thinking the last thing I wanted to do was "perform." What a relief it was when we both agreed to drink as many tall glasses of water that we could to stay hydrated and avoid a hang over in the morning and just call it a very good night.
The next morning came without "incident" and although surprised a single man didn't take advantage of the situation, I didn't think anything of it.....until the drive home. Conversation was witty, a couple of funny jabs and the usual banter that we enjoy, but then out of the blue he says: "yeah I ended up jerking off in the shower this morning because I knew that you would be dry." At first I laughed, thinking "you just admitted to wacking off," but then it hit me....WTF? He chose to jerk off rather than be with a real female with real body parts? And what the hell does "you would be dry mean?" Isn't that what the billion dollar porn industry calls "lube?" I didn't know what to do, so I as usual, I faked my way through the few awkward moments we had left with a huge smile and winning personalilty. Inside I was mortified. Should I be embarassed? Should I never talk to him again based on humilitation? I didn't know how to feel but the sting in my stomach sharpened to a point where I honestly thought I was going to be sick.
Ive thought a lot about this situation since it happened and admittedly went through a lot of different emotions. Do men (or just this particular man) masturbate so much that they prefer it to the real thing? As a mother myself, I chose to be open and honest about masturbation with my son, rather than raise him under the umbrella of guilt and shame, although if he ends up prefering "alone time" over a beautiful women, I think I made the wrong parental choice.
Ultimately I decided that this was an isolated (as far as I know) incident and wrack it up to another learned experience of growing older (and obviously drier;) to be prepared and hope that if indeed this particular person enjoys solo play, that he will just stop inviting me to his play pen.
Lesson learned: ignorance is bliss...
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