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Well I am at work.
Same old shit again tonight. My back is feeling a lot better. I guess this hard concrete floor echoed a hard surface to lie on, and it helps.
Fuck You. It makes sense to me.
I had most everything done early tonight. With me watching my back carefully, I am not mopping too much, or lifting.
The weather must have played havoc today on the fairer sex.
Katie brought her two sisters in here tonight to meet me. I saw tonight that no matter how old women get – when you put them together, they became giggly. Now, if they are sisters – they become dangerous.
They were flirty and laughing and just being siblings.
We talked for a while and then they left, as I could not convince any of them to mop the floor or do my lifting.
HER old boss came in and we talked awhile. I never tell him that I talk to HER.
Well the weird shit started after that.
I received a phone call. It was the girl who is not all there. I will call her Eileen.
Well I answer the phone and she asks who is this. Since I never reveal my name or personal information to unknown people, I just asked her the same question back.
She then told me who it was.
She wanted me to cook her some food.
Well, I am easy going sometimes. I flirted with her and she was coming up to get her food.
Well she walked up here from her house about 2 blocks away. She has no working vehicle. Her boyfriend was sentenced to 14 months in prison on Monday.
When I called Eileen to find out what happened in court, she told me that she was trying to go back to North Carolina because she didn’t have any reason to stay around and her family was all there.
Well she has been in here a few times since then, getting something to eat.
We always talk and flirt. She is not someone I want to be involved with and it makes me nervous that she is coming around. Last time she came around, she wanted money. I don’t give money to anyone.
Well, tonight she walked in wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a tank top.
It is rather cold outside and even my non-existent radar knows what is going on.
So Eileen is in the store, laughing and giggling and flirting and talking about getting tattoos on her vagina and things like that.
It made me nervous because, as I have said before and even though it may not seem like it, I am rather conservative.
Well before the conversation turned so explicit, I let it slip that I was off Wednesday.
So I will have to make myself scarce on that day.
As much as I bitch about being alone, I have to keep my head about myself. Being involved with Eileen is not a good idea.
There is only one woman that I wait for.
HER name is as sweet as nectar.
It is sensuous even when I just hear it in my mind.
When I say it, I become intoxicated.
I am drunk on HER woman ness.
Any image of HER, be it a photo or in my mind’s eye is a drug to my desire.
When SHE is physically in my presence, it is like a dream.
Is SHE real?
I am of two minds:
What have I done to have HER in my life?
What is HER reason for being in my life?
My response:
Hey Doc,
I hope your weekend with the kiddo is going great.
I can’t imagine dealing with an ** year old and having no sleep.
You are indeed a stronger person than me!
The kids are fine. The weather was damn near perfect yesterday so I got to hear all 16 legs run in and out of the house all day long.
Tell (HER BEST FRIEND) to add me to her IM and email. That way we can BS every once and a while and we can talk shit about you! Ha Ha.
There is nothing going on here for now.
I hurt my back yesterday so I am limping around like I got a corncob stuck up my ass. It feels better today, but I still have to sleep on the hard edge of the couch.
Sorry this is short. I am at work and I need to finish cleaning.
I will email more later.
Keep in touch
TAC
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Posted by TheAmandaChronicles on 2008-05-04 04:38:46 | Rating: | Views: 158
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