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I have caught myself talking in my sleep.
Sometimes I have to tell myself to "be quiet."
Stores? Yesterday I went to CVS.
The girl at the pharmacy has been working there about 3 years.
She's about 25. Always flirted with me, casually, and saw me there many times with my two girls.
Yesterday when I went to the private script counter, she moved her v-neck shirt to the right, exposing part of her pink bra and breast.
At first I tried not to notice, then even thought about stating her "bra was showing," then I thought, "You dummy, she wants you to see that."
I was getting a cialis script.
I took a long drive last night to clear my head.
I realized my problems of late were because I was too good. That I wasn't giving honest creedence to my senses and desires.
No-body wants a good Catholic boyfriend, and no-body cares that I have been faithful to my spouse for 13 years. In fact, this has gone against me and I decided to look around in earnest.
What I found was women all around me giving me subtle clues, hints, and wants of their desire.
They want me to be bad, to be a "Mr Bad-Bad," as Darkness so abtly put it, so I went with it.
Women giving me hints and me just suckering along.
Today at the swim meet I was talking to a 26 yr old coach and she wouldn't go away.
I was thinking, "What the fuck, can't she see I'm old as shit?"
Apparently she didn't care. It went like that with several women, a few 20-something's, a few mother's. I realized with my body I could be fucking many of them if I sharpened my game.
Tonight I went to Best Buy. I approached a knock-dead gorgeous blond about getting a new house phone. She insisted on showing me where, although it wasn't in her department or side of the store.
I made a few unassuming comments, got her interest, and she started doing most of the talking. I went with it, flirting a little, then more and more.
We ended up talking for almost an hour, (in a main corridor of the store in plain view of everybody) and we continued talking until they closed the store.
I finally had to excuse myself, but damn, she was pushing hard for my interest. She'll "be 19 in September." "I don't like guys my age...etc."
We did a lot of teasing and it dawned on me that I could be fucking this girl and she was all for it.
She was 5'8", very fit, and mentioned something like she could wrestle me, I said, "Only if you let me lose." She loved it, is fluent in French, and showed me her tatoo "Amour" on the back of her neck under her luxurious hair.
I asked, "What are you doing next June 23rd?" She asked why?
I said, "because I want to take you to the Glastonbury Music Festival in England, three days of music, mayhem, and madness." I couldn't believe it but she was loving it, twitching around that sexy body. I tried not to stare, or show much interest. At one point I actually said, "Do you know what stood out the most about your body?" "What?" "Your shoulders," and left it at that. She loved that I was denying her sexual features, but I did tell her she reminded me of Venus de Medici (which she definately does).
She'll be looking it up for sure. It's the one from Botecelli where Venus is standing on a clam-shell. Hell, she got me so excited I had pre-come in my pants. I can't remember the last time a woman excited me like that. Anyway, I am a new man of late.
I stopped giving a shit. Paraniod, fuck it, then up the tren!
Damn I feel better than ever. Even the wife wants me to go on vacation now. I'll go, but this time I will be scoping females and potential randy fucks. That's who I used to be, and it's high time.
Oh yeah, went to CVS today and the girl had left, probably miffed I didn't show up. I guess I'll go on Monday and see if I can get something started. Maybe she'd like to try out the cialis with me, over at the park after work, with her legs pointing to the stars.
Grey hair and all, it amazes me the attention I'm getting. Girl lifeguards at the pool, college girls, mothers, always checking me out. I've been blind and faithful for too long to the wrong woman. She is right, my happiness is worth a randy fuck.
Oh, by the way, I have a Philosophy degree, teach science mostly, but am also certified in English.
Sometimes I have to tell myself to "be quiet."
Stores? Yesterday I went to CVS.
The girl at the pharmacy has been working there about 3 years.
She's about 25. Always flirted with me, casually, and saw me there many times with my two girls.
Yesterday when I went to the private script counter, she moved her v-neck shirt to the right, exposing part of her pink bra and breast.
At first I tried not to notice, then even thought about stating her "bra was showing," then I thought, "You dummy, she wants you to see that."
I was getting a cialis script.
I took a long drive last night to clear my head.
I realized my problems of late were because I was too good. That I wasn't giving honest creedence to my senses and desires.
No-body wants a good Catholic boyfriend, and no-body cares that I have been faithful to my spouse for 13 years. In fact, this has gone against me and I decided to look around in earnest.
What I found was women all around me giving me subtle clues, hints, and wants of their desire.
They want me to be bad, to be a "Mr Bad-Bad," as Darkness so abtly put it, so I went with it.
Women giving me hints and me just suckering along.
Today at the swim meet I was talking to a 26 yr old coach and she wouldn't go away.
I was thinking, "What the fuck, can't she see I'm old as shit?"
Apparently she didn't care. It went like that with several women, a few 20-something's, a few mother's. I realized with my body I could be fucking many of them if I sharpened my game.
Tonight I went to Best Buy. I approached a knock-dead gorgeous blond about getting a new house phone. She insisted on showing me where, although it wasn't in her department or side of the store.
I made a few unassuming comments, got her interest, and she started doing most of the talking. I went with it, flirting a little, then more and more.
We ended up talking for almost an hour, (in a main corridor of the store in plain view of everybody) and we continued talking until they closed the store.
I finally had to excuse myself, but damn, she was pushing hard for my interest. She'll "be 19 in September." "I don't like guys my age...etc."
We did a lot of teasing and it dawned on me that I could be fucking this girl and she was all for it.
She was 5'8", very fit, and mentioned something like she could wrestle me, I said, "Only if you let me lose." She loved it, is fluent in French, and showed me her tatoo "Amour" on the back of her neck under her luxurious hair.
I asked, "What are you doing next June 23rd?" She asked why?
I said, "because I want to take you to the Glastonbury Music Festival in England, three days of music, mayhem, and madness." I couldn't believe it but she was loving it, twitching around that sexy body. I tried not to stare, or show much interest. At one point I actually said, "Do you know what stood out the most about your body?" "What?" "Your shoulders," and left it at that. She loved that I was denying her sexual features, but I did tell her she reminded me of Venus de Medici (which she definately does).
She'll be looking it up for sure. It's the one from Botecelli where Venus is standing on a clam-shell. Hell, she got me so excited I had pre-come in my pants. I can't remember the last time a woman excited me like that. Anyway, I am a new man of late.
I stopped giving a shit. Paraniod, fuck it, then up the tren!
Damn I feel better than ever. Even the wife wants me to go on vacation now. I'll go, but this time I will be scoping females and potential randy fucks. That's who I used to be, and it's high time.
Oh yeah, went to CVS today and the girl had left, probably miffed I didn't show up. I guess I'll go on Monday and see if I can get something started. Maybe she'd like to try out the cialis with me, over at the park after work, with her legs pointing to the stars.
Grey hair and all, it amazes me the attention I'm getting. Girl lifeguards at the pool, college girls, mothers, always checking me out. I've been blind and faithful for too long to the wrong woman. She is right, my happiness is worth a randy fuck.
Oh, by the way, I have a Philosophy degree, teach science mostly, but am also certified in English.
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