Here I am at Dunkin Donuts blogging about my crazed, sad life. You see, just a few days ago l was living the life of luxury one would expect from a boy toy. I was with my older but glamorous sugar mama eating dinner at the fanciest restaurants, getting pedicures, going to plays. The whole nine yards. In return, I spent my time with her, in large part, enjoying our bodies locked together in the same passion and bliss we have seemingly had forever.
Then, it was time to take her back to airport so she could get back to her real other life. I am merely filler as much as she says she loves me which she has proven over and over. However, not enough to throw in the towel on the high life and become a slave to my neediness and neurosis.
It was just a few weeks ago that I went off to Arizona with my mamas blessing to pursue an old relationship. Things were all set for me to find a 24/7 mama who I had had a relationship with years before.
When the moment of truth came the stinking Viagra would not work. My ticket to ride into this persons life was through a great sexual experience as we had had in the past and all I had to offer was a lymph dick, a still talented tongue and a bunch of excuses about how the Viagra didn't work because of all the food and drink that had absorbed it's potency. It was a lame excuse. I needed my dick
I flew home shortly thereafter and stayed in the house clinically depressed for several days. My sugar mama said to see a shrink and she would pay. I did.. He gave me a strong anti-depressant and a prescription that I actually filled for a long term SSRI
medicine for OCD and depression.
Here is hoping
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Old Love Junkie
There we were. Two 63 year old adults wrestling around on her sofa like high school kids. Me, trying for weeks to get in her pants. She, holding me off continuously insisting that necking and petting was all we would ever do. But, boy it was hot. Hot kisses, hot touching all over. So hot that she agreed to go in the other room and change into something flimsier and easier for me to get at.
I still all my clothes on as she left the room. The Viagra I had taken earlier, just in case, had completely kicked in and I had a big, hard rod that a 16 year old would envy. She and I had been toying around for 6 weeks with hot kisses but with clothes on.
I decided that I would go all in as I sat waiting for her to return. So, I quickly whipped off my clothes except for my underwear. She came back to see me lying on the sofa with socks and a pair of black underwear which was struggling to hold in my giant dick. Her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped as she stared at me. "Whats this"/ she asked. "I didn't tell you to take off your clothes. "I thought it was time" I shot back. Then, I grabbed her hand and put it on my hungry, elongated cock. She squeezed it and starting to stroke it as I furiously stuck my hand down her pants. I felt that moist, sweet, hot pussy and I too started to stroke. She got into it instantly. All her resistance evaporated.
The rest was academic. We ripped the rest of our clothes off and we made love like jungle animals. The love we made was so hot and passionate for so long that I thought we would swallow up each others bodies. The lovemaking was endless and it was perfect. Here I was. The guy who she insisted she only wanted to be friends with and I had gotten to her soul. She looked at me after she had come the third time. She saw me with different eyes now. "You broke me" she muttered as I smiled widely. "I know" "Are you proud of yourself? she asked. "Yes" I answered honestly. Thrilled was a better word. Then, although I couldn't understand her reasoning she sent me home. She said she had to be alone to think about all that had happened.
Now, I am sitting at Starbucks alone. She has only seen me a few times since that night which was about a month ago. She has avoided being alone with me again. The harder I tried to get her under my seductive power the more she struggled to not get intimate again. Then as I got more irritated she started to realize that everything with me was about the chase and the kill. She became very disinterested quickly.
Last night, she blew me off probably for the final time. She told me no, no, no. She would not see me again.
So, back to match.com and loneliness, and driving my cab around and around wishing I could start gambling compulsively again to relieve the misery and loneliness that is my life.
I still all my clothes on as she left the room. The Viagra I had taken earlier, just in case, had completely kicked in and I had a big, hard rod that a 16 year old would envy. She and I had been toying around for 6 weeks with hot kisses but with clothes on.
I decided that I would go all in as I sat waiting for her to return. So, I quickly whipped off my clothes except for my underwear. She came back to see me lying on the sofa with socks and a pair of black underwear which was struggling to hold in my giant dick. Her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped as she stared at me. "Whats this"/ she asked. "I didn't tell you to take off your clothes. "I thought it was time" I shot back. Then, I grabbed her hand and put it on my hungry, elongated cock. She squeezed it and starting to stroke it as I furiously stuck my hand down her pants. I felt that moist, sweet, hot pussy and I too started to stroke. She got into it instantly. All her resistance evaporated.
The rest was academic. We ripped the rest of our clothes off and we made love like jungle animals. The love we made was so hot and passionate for so long that I thought we would swallow up each others bodies. The lovemaking was endless and it was perfect. Here I was. The guy who she insisted she only wanted to be friends with and I had gotten to her soul. She looked at me after she had come the third time. She saw me with different eyes now. "You broke me" she muttered as I smiled widely. "I know" "Are you proud of yourself? she asked. "Yes" I answered honestly. Thrilled was a better word. Then, although I couldn't understand her reasoning she sent me home. She said she had to be alone to think about all that had happened.
Now, I am sitting at Starbucks alone. She has only seen me a few times since that night which was about a month ago. She has avoided being alone with me again. The harder I tried to get her under my seductive power the more she struggled to not get intimate again. Then as I got more irritated she started to realize that everything with me was about the chase and the kill. She became very disinterested quickly.
Last night, she blew me off probably for the final time. She told me no, no, no. She would not see me again.
So, back to match.com and loneliness, and driving my cab around and around wishing I could start gambling compulsively again to relieve the misery and loneliness that is my life.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Rich Incognito for Chicago Bears Coach
What are the Score's listener ratings since the Chicago Bears tragic loss to Green Bay on Sunday? I would like to know the answer. So, Score, with all your savage, vicious, taunting of coach Marc Trestman, Jay Cutler and the entire Bears organization wouldn't you rather the Bears kept losing so your ratings can stay high?. Every Bear loss is more advertising dollars in the pockets of the Score pigs.
The two tomato cans who are the most full of shit are Doug Buffone. Yeah, you Dougie and you O'Bradobitch. Isn't it nice to get your old nasty rocks off screaming and yelling in idiotic tantrums after each Bear loss. Meanwhile, you bust outs both have shit for brains in the business world, and you would have nothing at all to do if the Bears started winning. You need to be on the attack or who would. listen to a couple of broken down loudmouths?
I heard only soft, non-confrontational questions being asked of Trestman at his news conference. He was not attacked nor was he interrupted when he spoke. That is because the taunting, bullying reporters are not so brave face to face. Back when Ditka was the coach all the news people and other Chicago media people were intimidated by DA Coach. They did not have the balls to ask hard questions to his face for fear Iron Mike would break their noses if they got him angry.
Remember folks. It is all about the money. The more the Bears keep losing the more you fans scream in legitimate pain. And, the more money you are all worth to the Score and the newspapers. Your fury lines their pockets and everyone knows that fact except most of you Bear fans or should I say Bear suckers. You are being played by the reporters and the advertisers who support them.
I think Rich Incognito should be the Chicago Bears new head coach or put in some position where he must deal with reporters. How about director of PR?
The Bears would have to draft a hold harmless document and then turn him loose on the Chicago media bullies. I would love to see that.
The two tomato cans who are the most full of shit are Doug Buffone. Yeah, you Dougie and you O'Bradobitch. Isn't it nice to get your old nasty rocks off screaming and yelling in idiotic tantrums after each Bear loss. Meanwhile, you bust outs both have shit for brains in the business world, and you would have nothing at all to do if the Bears started winning. You need to be on the attack or who would. listen to a couple of broken down loudmouths?
I heard only soft, non-confrontational questions being asked of Trestman at his news conference. He was not attacked nor was he interrupted when he spoke. That is because the taunting, bullying reporters are not so brave face to face. Back when Ditka was the coach all the news people and other Chicago media people were intimidated by DA Coach. They did not have the balls to ask hard questions to his face for fear Iron Mike would break their noses if they got him angry.
Remember folks. It is all about the money. The more the Bears keep losing the more you fans scream in legitimate pain. And, the more money you are all worth to the Score and the newspapers. Your fury lines their pockets and everyone knows that fact except most of you Bear fans or should I say Bear suckers. You are being played by the reporters and the advertisers who support them.
I think Rich Incognito should be the Chicago Bears new head coach or put in some position where he must deal with reporters. How about director of PR?
The Bears would have to draft a hold harmless document and then turn him loose on the Chicago media bullies. I would love to see that.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Romance, Love Junkies, and Prostate Exams
I'm sitting at Starbucks in Chicago's Pipers Alley. This is my favorite Starbucks in the area. I drive a private taxi for #Lyft. Every driver needs several coffee breaks I do not order coffee anymore though. I now order black, unsweetened, lemonade iced tea. I used to drink coffee but the tea seems to be way better for my fragile prostate gland and kidneys.
I am supposed to be very happy today. I had a major romantic break through with someone I'm nuts about. She finally let me into her heart this weekend. No, not all the way but a lot of progress was made. For a love junkie like myself the feeling I have after our last date a few days ago is what I live for.
She had shot me down again and again for about a month but she never shot me dead. Each rejection would only reinforce my determination to win her over. She kept seeing me but continually insisting she was not going to go for me. Well, play the bugle romantics. She actually started to really respond with passion even though it took some wine and spirits. It was not that entirely though. It was me. So what? All is fair in love and war. We will see what happens because already she is back to pushing me away today despite every indication that she was getting swept away. She is like a gigantic tree that I have now chopped into so many times it is beginning to crack. But, I can't yell timber yet
As for my prostate gland I am now 66 years old. I had an extensive urological examination including a dreaded cystoscopy stuck into my penis. But, I feel good because no cancer was found and no immediate surgery is needed. It is still the same BPH (the growing problem) that I have had for several years. Thus, the lemonade iced tea and many lemons in plain water that I heard was good for kidney stones. (I had a stone triggering all the examinations and procedures.) Fortunately, I fired this very prominent, accomplished urologist who originally was my Dr. He wanted to do the cystoscopy exam but I started to question how much this "expert) really knew.
So I terminated him because he did not have logical answers for questions I asked. The new Dr. surmised that this other Dr., who he knew well, probably had not done surgery in 10 years.
Anyway, here I am typing away again somewhat lonely and depressed but not nearly as bad as I was a few weeks ago.
I would like to get a single response to this entry that I can publish so I know I am not just typing into the wind!!
I am supposed to be very happy today. I had a major romantic break through with someone I'm nuts about. She finally let me into her heart this weekend. No, not all the way but a lot of progress was made. For a love junkie like myself the feeling I have after our last date a few days ago is what I live for.
She had shot me down again and again for about a month but she never shot me dead. Each rejection would only reinforce my determination to win her over. She kept seeing me but continually insisting she was not going to go for me. Well, play the bugle romantics. She actually started to really respond with passion even though it took some wine and spirits. It was not that entirely though. It was me. So what? All is fair in love and war. We will see what happens because already she is back to pushing me away today despite every indication that she was getting swept away. She is like a gigantic tree that I have now chopped into so many times it is beginning to crack. But, I can't yell timber yet
As for my prostate gland I am now 66 years old. I had an extensive urological examination including a dreaded cystoscopy stuck into my penis. But, I feel good because no cancer was found and no immediate surgery is needed. It is still the same BPH (the growing problem) that I have had for several years. Thus, the lemonade iced tea and many lemons in plain water that I heard was good for kidney stones. (I had a stone triggering all the examinations and procedures.) Fortunately, I fired this very prominent, accomplished urologist who originally was my Dr. He wanted to do the cystoscopy exam but I started to question how much this "expert) really knew.
So I terminated him because he did not have logical answers for questions I asked. The new Dr. surmised that this other Dr., who he knew well, probably had not done surgery in 10 years.
Anyway, here I am typing away again somewhat lonely and depressed but not nearly as bad as I was a few weeks ago.
I would like to get a single response to this entry that I can publish so I know I am not just typing into the wind!!
Quinn vs Rauner: Good and Bad
I like Illinois Governor Pat Quinn. I think he is a kind, devoted, loyal, public servant who does his best at his job everyday. I do not think he is sleazy, corrupt, bogus, and vicious as most of his contemporaries are. If one follows their heart they will re-elect Quinn.
I do not like and will not vote for Bruce Rauner. I think he stinks of having a ton of tainted money, being elitist, and having no heart and soul .He is clearly in the race for the power and prestige of holding the governors office. Let's not give it to him. After all, he is just trying to buy it. Quinn has walked the walk. Rauner has never been a public servant. I do not think he knows how to act in the interests of anyone who is not rich, powerful, and successful.
If he wants to really offer public service he should volunteer to help the poor and underprivileged, get a job teaching or mentoring budding entrepreneurs. Something to satisfy his supposed craving for us lowly citizens. I feel that if Rauner gets defeated we will not ever hear from him again unless he runs for another political office.
At the end of the day there are no answers. The state is buried being repair financially. The debt is insurmountable and neither Rauner, Quinn, or anyone else will fix it. So, it gets down to electing someone who will try hard for us even while holding bad cards. I think Pat Quinn is the right man for the job of Illinois governor. I think people know that in their hearts.
Let's see?
I do not like and will not vote for Bruce Rauner. I think he stinks of having a ton of tainted money, being elitist, and having no heart and soul .He is clearly in the race for the power and prestige of holding the governors office. Let's not give it to him. After all, he is just trying to buy it. Quinn has walked the walk. Rauner has never been a public servant. I do not think he knows how to act in the interests of anyone who is not rich, powerful, and successful.
If he wants to really offer public service he should volunteer to help the poor and underprivileged, get a job teaching or mentoring budding entrepreneurs. Something to satisfy his supposed craving for us lowly citizens. I feel that if Rauner gets defeated we will not ever hear from him again unless he runs for another political office.
At the end of the day there are no answers. The state is buried being repair financially. The debt is insurmountable and neither Rauner, Quinn, or anyone else will fix it. So, it gets down to electing someone who will try hard for us even while holding bad cards. I think Pat Quinn is the right man for the job of Illinois governor. I think people know that in their hearts.
Let's see?
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