It's for the children

This was my first conversation this morning, over text:

Kelicious: oh my
Me: Oh my what?!?
Kelicious: I woke up with a 20 y/o in my bed.
Me: That's right! I forgot you hooked up with that kid.
Kelicious: Child. He still has acne!!

This last statement amused me to no end.

I. Am. Not. Happy.

I am a person of routine. I love me some spontaneity, but I also really like the comfort of having my morning cup of tea. The joys of my morning... um... uh.. workout session. Etc, etc, etc. It makes me feel in sync with the world. Moving through a wonderful cycle.

So it should come as no surprise that I have a special ritual when it comes to voting. I am very involved in politics, but I don't do the whole results party type thing. I wake up early on election day and vote. No early voting for me. I turn off all tv and radio shows that might give me a clue as to the exit polls. Perhaps I go and see a movie. The next morning I head to the store and purchase a newspaper, and that's how I find out the election results.

Not this year.

My job is sending me to Dallas/Ft. Worth on election day. So I have to early vote.

I. Don't. Like. Change. Like. This.

(pardon me while I go to the corner and pout)

The Scent of a Woman

I spotted my target relatively early in the evening. From across the patio I saw the spikey blonde hair, stylish leather jacket, and the nonchalant stance. I swooped in for the kill. My pick-up line? "Hi, I'm Cary." It's the simple ones that work the best.

One minor problem. My target was a lesbian in town from Phoenix. Good thing the pick-up wasn't for me.

I have to say this is the first time I aided a heterosexual(?) girl pick up a lesbian.

Bicycle Experiment - Update

I'm back on my bike. I've actually been back on my bike since Christmas. Can't let being hit by a truck and a little flying through the air deter me. However, I have been having a few challenges.

My ankle is still giving me a little bit of trouble, but it is getting better. And everytime I approach an intersection where a car is waiting to turn left in front of me, my heart jumps up into my throat.

However, the main problem? My ass is getting bigger.

Firmer. Stronger. More bubble-like. But still bigger.

How is this a problem, you might ask?

My underwear no longer fits. It's getting to the point that it's digging into me... um... elsewhere. Perhaps I'll just start going commando.

This time, I was ready

This Sunday started early. 8am. San Marcos for my scuba certification dives. Then it was over to C's house for a champagne brunch. I have no idea how many bottles of Veuve Clicqot we went through... but DAMN. I got there around 2pm, and by the time Sincerity picked me up at 6:30pm, the counter was littered with bottles. Then it was off to a dinner and drinks. Then off to the bars for even more drinking.

That's when it happened. About eight hours after I started drinking, I saw him. As I posted previously, it's not uncommon for him to be in town visiting family. Whether it was that I truly have let go of all those negative feelings, or perhaps it was the champagne, vodka, and tequila talking, but I walked right up to Kevin and said hello.

We had a nice, amiable chat. About what, I'm not really sure. But it seemed nice and friendly.

And then he kissed me.

I like to think of myself as a mature, emotionally stable person. Someone who uses logic and reason to move through a situation or a problem. Cuz you know... that's what mature, stable, rational grown-ups do.

(You know... you could at least wait till you finished reading till you started laughing)

Saturday night. I'm out with Kelicious having a few margaritas. Followed by a few more. And just for good measure, a couple more. We were having a great time, hanging out with C, JM, and a venerable cast of characters. I went off to the bathroom, and while standing in a line that seemed to last forever, who should walk up? Shot Guy.

"Oh Cary, I've missed you. How are you?" He snuggled up close to me. Put his arm around my waist.

"I have a boyfriend."

"Oh... When I saw you I was hoping..."

I feel a hand on my crotch.

"...um.. that we could..."

And then he tried to kiss me.

I tactfully declined. Tempted? Sure. Remember all those margaritas? But really... if memory serves me right, it wasn't *that* great.

And then I turned, left the bathroom. "Fuck, fuck fuck!!" went through my head. "Is this what the next several months are gonna be like?" I walked across the patio. Completely bypassed telling Kelicious what I was doing. Made my way through the bar. Got outside. Hailed a cab. And went home.

See. I told you. All the actions of a completely rational, sane, well-adjusted adult.

C's Birthday

Tonight was C's birthday. I met him out for some drinks after my evening class, and... damn... we had some fun times. Between Sweet Georgia Brown, Take On Me, and various other 80s dance songs, we had a fabulous time. Even while hanging out with a former barback that admitted to not having had sex since the 90s... (I mean really... who hasn't had sex since the 90s?!?!?)...

So I'm off to bed... curling up with my fabulous pillows...

My pussy.

I'm seriously considering getting a cat.

I *knew* there had to be a reason.

I. Feel. Vindicated.

Y'all know that I'm rather... um... sexual. I like to have sex. I'm very positive when it comes to others having sex as well. I've stated previously how much I idolize Sue Johanson, the wonderful Canadian grandmother that wants to help people have great sex.

And with great reason. Apparently sex has positive impacts upon your health.

Now I understand why I was told tonight that I looked so much younger than my 32 years.

What the hell?

This morning I had an experience. Something that I haven't experienced in, oh a good number of years.

I was brushing my teeth. My tongue, to be precise. And... um... I gagged slightly. What the hell is that about? I haven't experienced my gag reflex since... hell I can't remember.

Two weeks. Brit Boy has been gone two weeks and already I'm losing my skills.

The wiley-ness of it all.

Brit Boy is gone. After having spent the last two months together, he's off to follow summer around the globe. Having him go has been rather challenging for me, but I know he needs to do this. He needs to venture forth and explore. I just have to wait until August for his return.

But I must say this... I think the universe knows I'm having trouble with him being gone. Cuz it's having a bit of fun with me.

Within 36 hours of Brit Boy boarding a plane and leaving the country, I was contacted by Shot Guy (remember him?) and Buddha Boy (not sure if I've talking about him) with a desire to "reconnect." I guess even though our little liaisons were of short duration, there remains something that is drawing them back for a little bit more.

My bed didn't even get cold before temptation started knocking. Luckily, my front door has this great little invention installed on it. It's called a lock. And I'm using it to keep temptation out.

Sorry fellas... the only reconnecting I'm doing these days is with the several DVDs of The West Wing I got for Christmas.

Well that... and my right hand. *grin*

Photo credit: "Leaving Station" by Paul Prober

And then he's gone.

We spend a lifetime putting up walls. With every tremor, every earthquake, they grow taller, more impenetrable.

Experience teaches us to be careful of people and Trojan horses.

With time we come to depend on these walls, rely on their protection. Until one day a boy walks by, touches the stone. The walls come tumbling down.

And then... the boy that you become so accustomed to having around. The boy whose arms you fell asleep in every night. Is gone. He promises to return. You know he will. But it doesn't make walking into that empty house any more comfortable. It doesn't make falling asleep in that empty bed any easier.

Soon it's simply your own tears that comfort you as you cuddle the cold pillows and burrow under the covers.