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Long Term

I was completely blind(side)ed by Loserman when he stopped talking to me.

Finally, after a solid year without him (*mostly), I think I am able to start sorting things out.

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My “New” Car

I’ve decided to name him “Lil Bear”. (I miss my big Bear SO MUCH!)

It took 4 weeks to figure it out, but that’s what I decided.

He’s a little ’99 Subaru Legend GT Sedan with 150,000 miles, rebuilt from salvage.

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I got a great deal!!

One of my dearest friends helped me until I found the perfect car.

There’s even a Minnesota bumper sticker on the back! When I saw that, I was sure Lil Bear was meant to be mine.

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Dumbass

I talked on the phone with Loverman last Saturday morning. Pretty much the entire conversation just irritated the hell out of me. He doesn’t listen. We’ve talked about it in the past, but he doesn’t listen. He gets hooked on the first thing I say and then imagines in his head what he’s going to say the entire time I am talking. Not listening.

I thought it started out well. He was telling me about his week and how, for the last 3 days, he was so sick he couldn’t get out of bed. I asked if he was feeling any better and he completely avoided the question and started telling me how he called enough friends and rallied enough money to get his water turned back on. That was awesome! I told him good job and asked if he felt a lot better now that he had a little control over something. There was just uncomfortable silence.

So, I brought up the car of mine he just finished fixing.

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It took him 5 years, but it’s finally done! I understand that he doesn’t have a workshop and all sorts of other things. Which is why it took so long. At the beginning, when he first started working on my car, it bothered me how long it was taking. Eventually I started to realize that, the more I bothered him about getting it done, the less he actually worked on it. He is also that way with his friends when they need him to work on their cars. So, I stopped bugging him about it and, about 2 years ago, I had pretty much written that poor car off as a loss. Having it now is strange.

Usually, when he’s done fixing or doing something to my truck, Bear, he likes a total progress report of how the vehicle is running afterward. I thought he would want to know the same for Breeze. My mistake.

I told him, “When you turn on the headlights, the dashboard lights go out. But, when the parking lights are on, the dashboard lights work just fine.” (Also, after further investigation Sunday night, the tail lights aren’t working either, but the brake lights do. I didn’t bother to tell him about that, but I will have to do something about it if I want to drive the car at night…)

“What do you mean?”

“Ummm. When you turn the knob on the steering column to the ‘Headlights On’ position, the lights behind all the gauges go out completely. But if you just leave the knob in the ‘Parking Lights’ position, the lights show up behind the gauges just fine.” At this point, on this topic, I was starting to get irritated so I spoke very slowly and clearly. I was frustrated that he was being so dense.

“Was that a problem before you gave me the car to fix?”

“I don’t think so. I’m giving you a status report on the car after I’d had a chance to drive it a couple of days. I’m not complaining or anything, I’m just telling you what’s going on with it. That’s what we usually do with Bear when you fix him.”

“Well, if it’s something that was broken before you gave it to me, then I won’t be able to fix it for you.”

WTF? I thought. Is he cutting me off because we had a disagreement?!? “Okay. I got it.”

Then, like a dumbass, I asked him if we were going to reschedule our sk8-venture this fall since the one we had already planned was cancelled. Loverman said, “I thought we weren’t doing that now.”

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I was confused and didn’t know what to say to that, but I didn’t want to NOT say anything either. “I thought we were going to reschedule a new one. We just haven’t had time to talk about it. It has been over 3 weeks since we’ve had the chance to sit down and plan something out.”

“Yeah. Huh.” Was all he said in response.

“So, do you think you could say ‘Yes’ to me about this coming Tuesday? Maybe we can figure things out then.” (remember, this is before Mr. AM emailed me Monday morning)

“What do you mean ‘Yes to this coming Tuesday’?” He asked.

“You know, our regular Tuesday Date Night? We haven’t been together for a long time. I think it would be really nice if we both had something to look forward to.”

“I don’t know. I will have to let you know Monday.” (he didn’t, by the way. Hence the plans with Mr. AM.)

Near the end of our conversation, we were talking about something else and he called one of his “friends” dumbass. He refers to her as that frequently, he also calls his wife that and two of his other friends. I get that he’s joking, but he calls them that so often, sometimes I can’t figure out who he’s talking about. He sure has a lot of dumbasses in his life!

After he was done telling me his story, I made the mistake of asking him if he ever calls ME dumbass when he’s talking to his friends. “No, I call you by your name when I talk about you. Why would you think I call you dumbass?”

“Because you call all your other friends dumbass when we’re talking. I was just wondering…”

More awkward silence.

I asked him to be sure to let me know about date night sometime on Monday so I would be able to pack a bag. He agreed. The conversation ended uncomfortably.

Sunday we didn’t talk/text at all.

Monday morning at 8:15, I sent him my usual “At work safe” text. I asked if he was feeling better and said to have a good day. I didn’t mention date night at all.

When I didn’t receive a response, I decided to say “Yes” to Mr. AM.

Loverman finally responded at 2:30 yesterday (Monday) afternoon with, “Thank you for letting me know you are at work safe. I will check Breeze out.” He sent it twice.

I sent him one more text, at 9:49, before I went to bed that said, “I hope you are feeling better. Have a good night.”

I haven’t heard back from him since. I hope he’s okay and that he’s just sulking and have a huge pity-me party on Facebook.

But I think that’s the last thing I will do to initiate contact with him. If he wants to talk to me, he can reach out to me.

I don’t feel like chasing him down this time.

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Back to Normal

The last couple of weeks have been pretty fantastic. Loverman’s job went back to his old hours and we have been able to have our Saturday-Night-Roller-Skating-Dates. There has even been time for an overnight rendezvous or two.

Do you remember how I mentioned last week that my truck’s headlights were out? And not just burned out either. The headlight switch in the steering column was broken! I went to the junkyard and pulled out the replacement part myself! Can you see how proud I am?! Well, last week, Loverman had the truck all day Wednesday and he fixed them for me! And while he was doing that, he replaced all the burnt-out dashboard lights for me, too. Right before it snowed! That man is so good to me! He makes me so very happy!

Lately, though, his car has been “acting the fool” as Loverman says. So we talked about that on our Saturday morning phone call. Along with our plans for this cumming (pun intended) Wednesday. Both of us have pretty old vehicles, so we talk about them all the time. He tells me about what’s happening and I throw out ideas to him and vice versa – we usually work very well together as a team 😉 It’s been that way since we were just co-workers.

Later Saturday evening I went to go pick him up for Roller Skating. He was late because he was napping and he didn’t get my “I’m leaving to get you now” text. I didn’t mind, I figured he was asleep — he freaking worked 12 hours and then he had to get ready to go roller skating for another 3, I totally understood! Plus, he really made it up to me when he woke up 😉 (I am still smiling about it today — three days later!)

But, let me preface with this: I think Loverman and I mess around in our vehicles more than your average 40-ish-year-old couple (it’s probably much more common with cheating spouses than married ones, but everyone needs to keep the spark alive!) On Saturday night it would not be strange to find us necking in our vehicle somewhere dark. Anyway…

Loverman gets to the truck about 20 minutes late, but we still have time to get to the skating rink on time. He leaned over the center console and kissed me sweetly. Taking one look down at my bare, freshly shaved, smooth thighs (because I like to wear skirts for him), he looks up at me and says “Ooh la la!”

His hand found my right knee and his fingers lovingly traced their way up my creamy, smooth inner thigh. His fingertips lingered for a moment, knocking at the door of my panties, delicately rubbing my tender clit through the moist cotton. His light touch sending tingly shivers all the way down to my toes. With his pointer finger he lifted up the fabric of my panties while his middle finger slid into my total wetness. I moaned lightly as both of his fingers slipped underneath and then inside.

He lingered for a few moments right inside my door, pressing and rubbing gingerly. He found the perfect spot, that O-spot, and I felt a surge of hotness. My legs began to tremble softly. I leaned over to rest my forehead on his cheek, to nibble on the side of his neck while tremors of pleasure racked my body. He pulled his fingers out slowly and continued to massage my swollen sweet spot while my body writhed in pleasure in the front seat of my truck. A couple of times I thought about looking out the window to see if anyone was watching — the thought that someone was peeking in on us just made me hotter and wetter. I didn’t ever even open my eyes. I rode that wave of ecstasy for almost 20 minutes before I started asking him to stop. “Please stop. It’s not fair… It’s not fair! I want you to cum, too! It’s not fair… Stop! Stop…”

He responded with deeper, more frenzied strokes and began whispering sweet nothings in my ear “Come on, Baby, cum… That pussy’s so wet… You know it feels good… Can you feel me inside you?”

The only words I could manage to utter through my blinding spasm of orgasms was: “what about you, baby? what about you?……. Oh, baby! Oh… My… God… You feel so……. Good! Don’t you wish you were inside me?”

It was another 20 minutes of begging him to stop before he actually pulled his hand from my soaking wet snatch with the biggest shit-eating grin I have ever seen on anyone’s face. I kissed him one last time, passionately, and resolutely stated, “That was totally not fair!!! What about you?”

He just sat there looking at me, still beaming with that Cheshire Cat grin.

And do you know what he said to me after all of that? “It’s my duty to please your booty! Now let’s go skating, we’re late!”

I am SO lucky!

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My Truck is Fixed

Loverman fixed my truck last week and gave it back to me Friday! It’s awesome. He went to the junkyard and, all by his little self, he pulled a rear end off of a different truck, drug it back to his place and then proceeded to take off both of my rear broken axles and replace them with what he found. Not only that – I didn’t HAVE to pay for the rear end he pulled out of the junkyard! (I did pay him for the labor, of course, it isn’t right to take advantage, even though he isn’t expecting any type of payment – except for what we call “stuff”. LOL!)

All weekend I drove around in what was luxury to me. In the old rear end the wheel bearings were making this crackling noise and the rear differential was whining all the time, my leaf springs had no “pep to their step”, as Loverman would say… Now, there isn’t ANY crackling or whining noises and it glides over bumps like a dream. On top of all that, he sanded out a rust spot in the passenger door, replaced the inside door handle on the driver’s side and replaced the hinges for the driver’s-side door as well (so it opens and closes gently now). And it isn’t like I neglect my truck in any way! I love that thing. We’ve named him Bear and he gets me all around where I want to go, but he has 206,000 (227,000 now 😉 ) miles and it’s a 1995 so there are going to be plenty of problems. We are working on getting it all fixed up before we aren’t able to find any good parts for it any more (he has two 93 Ford Probes and we are running into that problem all over for his parts).

What a nice weekend! Friday night we went to Taco Bell for dinner (because McDonald’s is for Saturdays!) and had a very nice time. Then Saturday night, like always, we went roller skating (and got our McDoubles, no pickles or onions, some French fries and a large root beer…). Saturday is officially the night that we get to spend together. We used to work together and saw each other all the time, so I am even more grateful for Saturday nights. We laughed our butts off skating – like usual. I think it’s truly awesome that after 4 years every time we’re together seems more fun than the last. I wish every day could be like this past weekend was.

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