So… last Thursday night I finally bit the bullet and went to my first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting
I’d been sober for 12 days and it was getting tougher and tougher to resist stopping at the liquor store on my way home from work
Two weeks seems to be about all I can handle before I need to cave and buy another bottle
Therefore
Meeting
Three weeks ago my face swelled up from an allergic reaction (or something)
To what? I have no idea. As far as I know, I have no allergies.
So, after a weekend of terrible snowy weather and barely being able to see out of my eye holes, I went to urgent care first thing Monday morning. (looking like I had been in a terrible fight and gotten the shit kicked out of me!!)
The lovely Dr. there wouldn’t help me because the reaction was too severe and my blood test results wouldn’t come back for 2-3 days!!! (urgent care, my ass!)
So, it was off to the hospital with my sorry face…
I’m back on Tinder again
It’s an on and off again relationship
Much like the one I had with Alaska
Anyway, here’s a rejection I’d like to share with you
This was after dude ignore me two times when I asked him if he wanted to go out…
“Omg! I don’t know how I missed that message.”
Twice.
Yeah, right.
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So, I have mentioned a couple of times here that I am trying to build my own Network Marketing business
I even wrote a post asking my readers to check it out and let me know what they think of it
A few actually did
Now I am here again asking for your support in my new-ish endeavor
The last two years have been all over the place.
More bad than good, sadly.
You know, sometimes, no matter how positive you are (or try to be), life is just shit?
I moved across Denver a little over 2 years ago.
A week after that, my car was stolen. Presumably by an ex-boyfriend.
Last summer (2017) I finally lost my real estate accounting job with the crazy girl and the incompetent upper management.
1. You can’t handle me, because
2. You have TWO *little* kids, who
3. Need you to be their Daddy, because
4. They don’t really have a Mommy
I actually need a Daddy, too. And there is NO WAY I would ever want to interfere with you being YOUR CHILDREN’S Daddy. That is more important to me than myself.
As cool as you are, I have no desire at my age to wait 10 more years to see if what we have *might* work.
And I do not like children. Mine are even questionable at times, and they are grown.
Period.
Last night I got a new tattoo!!
Like it?
Can you guess where it is?
And, because I paid for more time than it took, he also touched up my kitties 😋😻
Read Part 1 HERE
For all the ‘screwing around’ we’d been doing over the past couple of days, Dreamboat still hadn’t had one single orgasm, which he says is totally normal to him. While I’d cum countless times…
He and I have talked about it before, blue balls and all that, but he says that he’s never experienced that phenomenon even once. Personally, I feel bad and kind of like a failure when I don’t bring my partner to climax.
This may be oversharing, but WTF this is my blog… Dreamboat has one fake testicle. He was in a car accident when he was a teenager and now he’s left with a pretty messed up ankle and a fake testicle. The right one feels like a ping pong ball and the left one feels normal. Needless to say, it makes giving him head a bit interesting…
Oh! And another thing, he doesn’t even like blow jobs (Not even mine!)!!! He giggles like it tickles him. LOL! (Although, I have to admit it’s kind of nice to get a break from Alaska’s almost-constant face-fucking)
My weekend in Steamboat Springs with Dreamboat was pretty dang fun!
However, we didn’t talk about anything serious until Sunday afternoon, and then it was only a result of circumstance…
Friday was fairly uneventful. I took the city bus to the Greyhound station. All of my busses left on time.
It was a gorgeous 4-hour drive up into the mountains.
Smitten with Him 