Showing posts with label Romance and Relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romance and Relationships. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Free Advice Saturdays






Tonight, I went to a friends house to watch the De la Hoya-Mayweather fight. It was pretty fun. A guys night out if you will. Just a bunch of guys, beer, cards, and sports.

This one guy related an interesting story to the group and I, being the advice guy that I am, had to put in my two cents worth.

So, here we are, Free advice Saturdays. If any of you guys are in this situation, hope this info helps you out. I am going to write this one in a question and answer format, to make it more like that ask Dr. Ruth column.

So, here is this guys situation: He's been dating this girl for about 6 months, and when she took him home to meet her mother, he was instantly attracted to her. She's 53 and incredibly hot. Also, she's been giving him those flirtatious signs, and now he has gotten this incredible urge to bang her. He wanted to know if this was normal, is he a sick perv, or should he go for it.

My response: Beware the elder pussy. Not that there aren't a lot of scintillating older women in this world. God knows that nothing conjures more evil thoughts in my loins than the sight of a forty-something mom with a tramp stamp on her lower back, trying to snake her ass into the same skinny jeans as her teenage daughter. And there are a lot of older women out there I would gladly hop in the sack with for a wild romp. Many times, the older, more experienced ladies are the best in bed. I love MILF's.

But your situation if very different. For one, you are dating her daughter. Secondly, you have the father/husband to deal with. And third, you are only 24 years old and your girl friend is 22. Let's break this down.

For one thing, you're gonna risk losing your young and undeniably tight-assed girlfriend for a woman whose ass – no matter how nice it may look in jeans – has got 53 years of mileage on it. Second, you run the risk of having two women want to slice your balls off with a cleaver. And lastly – and this is most important – think of your girl's dad. Bad enough he's already pissed that you're trying to make time with his little girl. If he finds out you're after his wife as well, you may find yourself at the bottom of the Des Moines River. And not in a good way. Roll with the young, my friend.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Free Advice Fridays

Dear E: Whenever my girlfriend gets drunk, she's all over her roommate. Her roommate's a girl also, which seems pretty cool, but she's sometimes so busy making out with and feeling up her roomie she almost forgets I'm in the room. I used to think it was for show, but she does it even when it's just the three of us hanging out. Should I be nervous that my girlfriend's gonna switch teams on me?

Buddy, the only thing you should be concerned about is that she might start feeling up her roomie and you're not around to see it. Honestly, who the fuck complains that his girlfriend makes out with other hot young women? I know many guys who would kill to be in your position, and most would be trying to find a way to take it all to the next level, scheming some bizarre scenario involving a kiddie pool full of whipped cream, dog leashes, fireworks, leather straps and masks, Crisco oil, cheerleader outfits and a full-on game of "twister." You should be, too. And if you're not taking it upon yourself to film it all to share with your buddies later, then you're not much of a friend at all. Get with the program Dude!!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Doing it on the First Date, Go for It!!


In my opinion, it just cuts to the chase.
Consider this: Relationships aren't all about sex, but that's a big part of it. I mean, you wouldn't date and/or marry someone who wasn't fairly good in bed, correct? Now I know there are a few people that will say "But it is all about love, sex isnt important" I am all for love. It is super important. I would say it is the most important thing. But, for most people, sex is right up there. A relationship with terrible sex is doomed 80% of the time (That is my estimate).

I know of two relationships where they waited until they were married for sex. Both of them ended in divorce. One was because of sex. It was the girl who said she wanted more and better quality, so she started screwing around. The other was a combination of things, but one of them was that the sex was boring. I know there are many relationships in which they have waited to have sex and the relationships survived. And that is great. As for me, I want to test drive the car before buying it, you know what I mean. And it seems most of them women I know feel the same way.
Now, there are certain things about people – let's call them "personal quirks" – that might take a while to reveal themselves. Maybe she likes to pick fights with football players when she's drunk and you have to step in to defend her (And get your ass kicked). Maybe he likes to paint "Yankees 4 Eva" on his ass and sprint naked through the yard after each Yankee victory (Being a Yankee should doom the relationship right there. Frickin Yankees!!). Maybe she keeps voodoo dolls of all her ex-boyfriends in the attic and periodically sticks pins in them. All potential deal breakers – but also the sort of things that don't become apparent 'til a few weeks or months into the relationship. But a bad fuck? You'll be able to spot that sucka the minute you get rolling.
So while some might consider you "slutty" for screwing on the first date, I would prefer to think of you as a cautious consumer, who's simply performing responsible consumerism. Party on!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Are there any Redheads out there?


Blondes may have more fun but redheads have more sex, according to new research in Germany.

The study by Hamburg Sex Researcher Professor Dr Werner Habermehl looked at the sex lives of hundreds of German women and compared them with their hair colour.

He said: "The sex lives of women with red hair were clearly more active than those with other hair colour, with more partners and having sex more often than the average. The research shows that the fiery redhead certainly lives up to her reputation."

He added that women who dyed their hair red from another colour were signalling they were looking for a partner, and added: "Even women in a fixed relationship are letting their partners know they are unhappy in the relationship if they dye their hair red. They are saying that they are looking for something better."

Psychologist Christine Baumanns said however that it may not be the women who were to blame for the better sex lives of redheads.

She said: "Red stands for passion and when a man sees a redhead he will think he is dealing with a woman who won't mess around, and gets straight to the point when it comes to sex."

So there you have it. You can rest comfortably assured, now that the scientists have given you solid proof — if you want more sex and maybe even better sex, being a redhead is the way to go, at least in Germany.

Personally, I love all women, no matter their hair color. I have dated every hair color imaginable, and some that aren't (Fuschia and aquablue come to mind). So Redheads, is this true??? What do the blondes and brunettes have to say?

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Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Hot Sex Warning #2

For those of you who read my Habanero Sex blog. This one is closely related to it. Kind of a similar story with a different girl. This also happened while I lived in Mexico.

This one happened after the habanero incident. I was with this girl in a jacuzzi. We had gone out to a restaurant and had the obligatory chips and salsa. So once again, I had been eating hot peppers, this time chopped up in the salsa. I didnt even think about it.

So, we were in the hot tub messing around. We are getting hot and heavy. I go down on her and also decide to try and give a rim job. She had been begging me to do it and frankly, I thought it was kind of gross. But we had been in the pool at her friends house for about an hour, then snuck off to the hot tub. I figured she was clean. I was also drunk off my ass and horny. These two states and her talking dirty to me in Spanish made me crazy. I probably would have done anything.
Anyway, I am going down on her and lapping up that whole area. She starts to scream. Screams of pain and agony. Once again, I was confused. I had no idea what was going on. She starts cussing me out and slaps me.

Now I start remembering what happened only a year earlier with Claudia. "NO WAY!!! IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING AGAIN" I think to myself. But it was!!! I find out she had gotten a Brazilian Bikini Wax right before we went to dinner. For those who do not know, a Brazilian Wax removes hair from the entire pube region. Front, back, and underneath!!!! The spicy salsa was still in my saliva and it burned the hell out of her sensitive nether regions. Needless to say, we did not have sex that night!!

Monday, March 5, 2007

HABANERO SEX --WARNING!!!!

Mexico June 2000



While I was living in Mexico, I started sleeping with this one girl who was smoking hot!!! Problem was she was a little immature and could be annoying. Still, the sex was good and we agreed that it was physical, nothing more.

One night, we had gone to a party at a friends house. Both of us had been drinking extraordinary amounts of beer. Then we started some tequila shots. I had probably consumed at least 12 beers and about 5 shots. She was a drinker too. She easily had 8 or 9 beers and 5 shots also. They had the normal chips, tacos, salsas, etc at the party. It was late and someone came up with the idea to have a habanero pepper eating contest. Habaneros are about 100 times hotter than Jalapenos. In fact, they are one of the hottest peppers in the world.

Of course, I was the only guero there, so everyone wanted to see me involved. They thought I couldnt do it. I popped one in, and I was uncomfortable, but it was tolerable. I bit off half of another one, then popped it in. That was all for me. I almost threw up there. I started chugging more beer to put out the fire.

Fast forward back to my apartment, about 1 hour later:

So Claudia and I are starting to get horny. We go straight to the bedroom when we get home and rip our clothes off. She goes down on me for a few minutes then swings her body over me so I am in position for a 69. That is one of our favorite positions. I start working her over with my tongue, then I start fingering her. Within a minute, I hear this screaming. Not screams of ecstasy, but screams of pain. She is in tears and turns to me and asks if I washed my hands after the habanero contests. I wasnt really sure if I had or not. I just turn to her and say Uh, I may have, why? Now she is yelling IT IS BURNING!!!! AWWWWW IT IS BURNING!!! MY GOD!!!!

I am freaking out now. I thought maybe she had some weird STD or something and it went active right at this moment. Are you ok? I ask. Of course, this was a stupid question since she was obviously in pain, but I was drunk and not thinking.

She starts throwing a string of profanities in Spanish at me and runs to the bathroom. She has woken my roommates up. They pop out of their rooms just in time to see her naked, running into the bathroom. They run into my room and ask what is up. I am totally confused.

While Clau is in the shower, I start piecing things together. Apparently, I had some of the Habanero pepper juice still on my fingers. When I started fingering her, I guess the juice somehow got inside her and it started to burn. I couldnt help but laugh a little, although I felt terrible.

She came out of the shower and saw me laughing. Not good. She cussed at me some more in Spanish, then got her clothes on and left.

PS -- I talked to her the next day and she did forgive me. We continued messing around off and on for about a year. She made me vow never to put this story on my website I had then. I figure since this is myspace and I just started this website, I can put it on here. Besides, I know she doesnt have myspace and it has been like 6 years since this happened. I think the statute of limitations has worn out on this one.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Living With a Stripper -- What I Think It Would Be Like



I wrote this one back in 1991. I was trying to figure out what it would be like to live with a stripper. I was just starting to hang around Strip clubs in Austin, Dallas, and San Antonio. Little did I know I would date a few strippers later in life. I even lived with two.

Soon, I will post a blog about what it was like to actually live with a stripper. You can compare my preconceptions with reality. Enjoy!!

LIVING WITH A STRIPPPER -- MY THOUGHTS ON HOW IT WOULD BE



Not that I can ever say that I've lived with a stripper, or even dated one before, but my imagination is quite remarkable, and I could only imagine what it would be like to date a stripper.

The fact that she would work late hours is, of course, inevitable. Coming home at 4:00 am when you have to work at 8, wanting to chat and be held. She would explain what a rough night of work she had, how her ass simply didn't look as good as it normally does, and how she just didn't give the audience enough boobies in the face like she's used to.

But while she wasn't at work, what would life be like? I mean, would she want to dance on the table every morning for breakfast?

I think that having any kinds of tables in the house would definitely promote behavior you may not want on a constant basis. Every hour, she would be on the coffee table stripping, forcing you to give up your single bills. You would take out the kitchen table, only to find her on top of the end table. She would constantly be telling you, "honey, don't you think a fire pole would look great here?"

You would have to stop by the bank more often to make sure you had plenty of singles on you. You would always be asking your buddies, "hey, I'll give you a ten for ten singles," or "hey, you got any singles on you." In fact, it would trickle down to the fact that your friends will always save their singles for you.

That AC/DC and other heavy metal that you love so much is out. No more of that. You couldn't play that music without her jumping up and starting to remove her clothes. Which brings us to another point....your buddies would come over and, while your not looking, put the music on. Your girlfriend's Pavlovian instincts would take over and, boom, there she is on the coffee table again.

Of course, there could be an upside. I mean, it would be great to have a girlfriend confident enough to strip for you every night. You would know that a couple of dollars in your pocket, and an AC/DC CD would definitely get you in the mood, if nothing else.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Sex in the City -- Not what you are thinking!!

I was friends with this hottie a few years ago and she had won a weekend trip to NYC. She invited me along. "Damn!!", I thought, she is finally falling for me!! Why else would she invite me along.

I am not a big NYC fan. It is nice to visit, but I could never live there. Too many people, taxi's, noise, and rude assholes. Don't know why, but everytime I have been there, people tended to be rude to me and the people I travelled with. If we asked for directions, they would look at us like idiots. If we would ask someone for a good Italian Restaurant, they would say "Look in the phone book!!! There are thousands of em here in New York!!!" WHATEVER!!


To make this short, the first two days were pretty cool. We went to the Museum of Art, a Broadway play, partying at clubs, etc. We got drunk!! Messed around a little. I was making progress.

But the last full day was horrible. She wanted to surprise me with a special tour. I am all for surprises and I thought maybe this was the breakthrough. She was planning a romantic day together. Something unforgettable.

We ate a brunch at the Waldorf Astoria hotel. One of the best brunches I have ever had. Then we went to near Times Square to get on a tour bus. I had no clue what the tour was. It was mostly women on the tour, so I thought it couldnt be all that bad.

The tour gets started with a video of scenes from the TV show "Sex in the City"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" I thought!!

Turns out she had booked a tour to see the sights shown on that stupid TV show. IT was a sex in the city tour!! The whole time we were in NY she had been relating parts of it to the series"this is where Carrie might have been" etc. She was addicted to that show. So here we are on this tour. I am already on the bus and wishing to get off. But it is moving. DAMN!!!

It ended up being a 3 hour tour of some of the sex in the city filming locations. There were several times I almost made a run for it when we had stopped. I decided at one stop to by a 20 oz beer to take on the bus. I figured maybe I could get drunk and at least enjoy it a little.

They tourguide said "You!!! No alcohol on the bus!!"

I countered and tried to rationalize with him "Isn't this whole show about sex, alcohol, and having a good time?"

The tour lady was not amused. I went off the bus and pretended to throw it away, but I managed to sneak it back on and chugged it down before the next stop.
I openly voiced my displeasure at this tour. The tour guide was a loony -she knew her sex in the city stuff.They even had tv monitors in the bus to show cuts of scenes to refresh your memory after she pointed out the actual location. We stopped into the adult shop where Charlotte bought her rabbit and my girl got a sex in the city board game. I didn't even know they had a board game!!!!

We also stopped and had a famous cupcake (The cupcake wasnt that great BTW) and then walked to Carries apartments stoop for photos . The last stop we had was cosmos(not sure if that is right, I am not up on this Sex City lingo!!!!) in Aidan and Steves bar Scout

It was a shitty tour, unless you were a fan of that show. I kept making stupid comments and putting the show down. I thought maybe I could get kicked off the tour and end my misery!! Didnt work. I had to stick it out. OH MY GOD!!! I was so bored and annoyed. My girl didnt even notice. She was so into the tour.

I cannot believe people get this into TV shows. The tourguide said they run one tour each evening during the week and four tours on Sat and Sun. And they almost always sell out.

Anyway, this ruined the last day of the trip. She kept apologizing, saying she thought I watched the show!!!!! I asked her to think of a time I even mentioned that show and she could only think of one (I kept saying that Sara Parker Bitch is an anorexic Whore!!!) and she took that to assume I watch it. I dont think I have even seen one whole show. To me, it seems like a chick TV show.

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Hot Chicks and Dorky Guys

Is it just me, or is the dorky-guys-with-cute-chicks ratio officially off the charts? It started out in the imaginary world of TV, where balding, beer-bellied dolts like Jim Belushi, the King of Queens guy, and some guy from some other show could land aging but still quite hot women like Courtney Thorne-Smith, Leah Remini (Although she has gained a little weight, she is still cute) and Jami Gertz. Now it seems to have spilled out into real life, where I am constantly amazed at how many dorks and near-gimps have hooked up with women who wouldn't give them the time of day in high school.

Last week, I saw one of the hottest girls that I went to high school with. She was a cheerleader, smart, witty, athletic, and damn good lookin. She was with her husband. DAMN!!! He was the dorkiest guy I had ever seen. I mean he was a pure nerd. Skinny, glasses, curly hair. I swear he was Napoleon Dynamites older, darker haired brother!!!!! I would have expected her to marry a pro football player, or a handsome doctor, or something like that. This guy didnt even have a mega high profile job. He was a frickin school teacher, just like me!!!!! Unbelievable!!!!!!

I guess everyone has a chance.

Thursday, November 2, 2006

Casual Sex Definitions

Only us overeducated and neurotic Americans can fuck up something simple as casual sex, and all over definitions. So, as a public service, here follows the definitions of some (some is key here) of the sexual liaisons available to the discerning American:

Sex With No Strings. Pretty simple, and to the point - humping. Lots of it. Usually in one session - thus, no strings. In other words, no expectations of future humping, unless a new relationship is negotiated. SWNS means I will not a call you later, I will not meet your parents, and no, you can't sleep over (in my t-shirt no less). This is the traditional One Night Stand, folks, it just doesn't have to start in a bar, nor do you need to be drunk.

Guys, it has been my experience that if you do not just shoot your load, and instantly ask when the next bus runs outside, and you actually act like you care, the lady might reward you with an upgrade to fuck buddy status(see below). This category is often the one that you end up calling later, drunk, horny, and confused. This is also the one that is "use once, throw away". Unless it's so good, you have to go back...usually you can decide this 30 seconds after you cum...then it's upgrade time.

Gals. This is NOT A RELATIONSHIP. STOP telling your girlfriends about the awesome guy you met last night, he's not calling you again. Yes, he used you. You used him right back. Enjoy the power. These are hook ups you don't talk about, nor do you take them around to meet your pals for drinks the next day. You hump, they leave. Simple.

Booty Call: This is someone you've SWNS'ed, or dated. Maybe you were married. Or she is married or dating, or you work together. Or you both are involved with someone else. This is someone you can call anytime, day or night, and chances are, you will get laid. You have one or two of these, right? Everyone does. Anyone who's dating someone else, and it's the first year, dreads these. We all know who are they. We have ours.

Guys and Gals - these happen FROM previous relationships. Stop asking for them, you're putting the horse before the cart. One of the important things here is, A., you know calling them is okay, and vice versa, and B., you know what they're like in bed, they're acceptable to you, and there will be no uncomfortable "surprises" at the door if they come over. Slow it down, Speed Racer, and try SWNS first. And finally, these are the super, super secret ones. Nobody ever knows. Ever. If you tell your current girlfriend/boyfriend, you destroy the relationship AND the bootycall.

Fuck Buddy. These are the fun ones, and the most dangerous. It's about sex - lots of it, and all the time. After work, before work, all weekend, in Tahoe on a ski weekend (fireplace sex is the BEST), and they're allowed to stay over. Can be ongoing, like a booty call, and will be dusted off between relationships. "Funny, I never met HIM the 3 years we dated? Oh, he's one of THOSE." You might even date, go out, show each other off, but once things get personal, you both know it's time to split up, for now. They're the one person who won't get upset if you say "I met someone..." because they did, too.

Guys and gals, warning. These relationships are treacherous. They CAN and do sometimes get real, and the other person rarely agrees it's time to start sharing the bureau and bathroom. Be open, honest, and make sure you're BOTH on the same page, and the kingdom is yours.

However, for the meek at heart, beware. These are the realtionships where fetishes, fanatsies, and pure unadulterated hedonsim occurs, and it's expected. This is the time for her to try drinking the blood from a wound on your lower belly while she jerks you off, because those bloody vampire movies turn her on in a way she's not ready to deal with. This is the time he'll be into trying threesomes, or more. Do not be offended if he wants to share you, you are his favorite toy, and it's a mark of honor that he's comfy with it. Indulge. But if they rock your polite, standard ideas of what sex is a little too hard, be aware you are in far, far over your head, and you need to back off and either date (foolish exercise that it is) or dabble with SWNS, so you can at least escape his/her chamber of horrors.

Yes folks, this is the one where you get your stories. Love them, live them, respect them. You'd both worked hard.

Friends With Benefits. Yes, that one. Okay, some blunt truth. Women tend to abuse this one to try and trap a guy into a relationship, and guys generally confuse this with Fuck Buddy, Booty Call, and Sex With No Strings - and generally all in one night. Guys, these are going to be tough for you, for one reason: the word "friends". These relationships have a very good shot of turning into a real relationship. See "When Harry Met Sally". This is someone you'd probably be dating, anyway, and the only difference is no sex. Adding sex can be tricky, as it moves the relationship into a grey area, of where you're not sure how you feel.

OR

It's someone you trust utterly, who can share this intimacy with you without freaking out on you, and it'll be your shared secret, one that means something. Yes, guys, sex can be meaningful.

This is one where friendship needs to be present first - a strong friendship that can survive the rocky shore of sexual relations. If your friendship is rocky, chaotic, inconstant, and does not have solid communication skills on both sides, mutual trust and respect, it's just a bad idea to begin with, and it will kill your friendship - one that you generally want to cling to, as they count for far more than fleeting sex.

Of all the women I've had offer this to me, very few of them could handle it, and were confusing the intimacy of friendship with something else. Two i accepted, one worked, one didn't, and horribly. The three I offered it to, I knew could, and it was a warm, enjoyable experience we still smile about and hint at when our SO's aren't around. These are good for times of stress or tradgedy, for the lean times between relationships, and while they tend to be more about married sex than the wild, unbridled fuck buddies, it's very, very good - you know each other, it's that much deeper.

Gals: this is a bad way to find a boyfreind. If he's already a freind, that means you don't want to date him, or you're not sure. Make up your mind before plunging in. If you have any feelings for him, and don't admit it up front, it won't go well. Don't dupe a guy - we hate that. Don't lie. You cannot ASK for this with some guy you just met - they are bred during real friendships that happen outside of your nasty little weekend adventures. (You nasty little girl. Bless you.) Asking for a Friends With Benefits too soon screams one thing to me; someone who cannot be honest about what they're looking for, and is using his/her sexuality, or the lure of it, to bypass the hard work of actually meeting someone, getting to know them, and actually relating to them on various levels. You belong in Casual Encounters, but you need to get real - what you need and all you can handle is a SWNS or a fuck buddy, stop trying to trick people with the lure of sex.

Guys: This is trouble for you, for that "friend" word. Yes, it means you have to be a friend, and all that implies. That means she CAN in fact call you when she's weepy, and you have to listen. That means you're NICE to her, and do nice things for her. It may have even occured to her that you really like her, which is why you're friends with her. This is one you introduce to your family, if they don't know her and adore her already, but as just friends - they'll understand later if that changes. It also means that you won't be having sex all the time - you're freinds, remember? That means doing things with her, like going to the store with her, getting her medicine and soup when she's sick, driving her when her car is in the shop...you know the drill. if any of this irks you, you're not being honest about her, and you need to figure out what you're doing, or negotiate for a different status.

Hope this helps! Feel free to rebutt, reject, or rejoinder!

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Hot Girls and Dorky Guys

Is it just me, or is the dorky-guys-with-cute-chicks ratio officially off the charts? It started out in the imaginary world of TV, where balding, beer-bellied dolts like Jim Belushi, the King of Queens guy, and some guy from some other show could land aging but still quite hot women like Courtney Thorne-Smith, Leah Remini (Although she has gained a little weight, she is still cute) and Jami Gertz. Now it seems to have spilled out into real life, where I am constantly amazed at how many dorks and near-gimps have hooked up with women who wouldn't give them the time of day in high school.

Last week, I saw one of the hottest girls that I went to high school with. She was a cheerleader, smart, witty, athletic, and damn good lookin. She was with her husband. DAMN!!! He was the dorkiest guy I had ever seen. I mean he was a pure nerd. Skinny, glasses, curly hair. I swear he was Napoleon Dynamites older, darker haired brother!!!!! I would have expected her to marry a pro football player, or a handsome doctor, or something like that. This guy didnt even have a mega high profile job. He was a frickin school teacher, just like me!!!!! Unbelievable!!!!!!

I guess everyone has a chance.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Public Hand-Ass Affection (Please Make it Stop!!)



So the other day I'm strolling through Jordan Creek Mall when I get stuck behind this couple in their mid-40s. All is good except for two things: They're walking so slowly, they're practically standing still (and, as you all know, I am an on-the-go type of guy). Also, the guy has his hand secured snugly inside the back pocket of the woman's jeans.

Ass man that I am (see some of my previous posts), I have never understood the allure of the "let me walk around with my hand in the back pocket of my girl's jeans" maneuver. First of all, it's not comfortable. I love ass, but I also love comfort. And when I'm walking through a picturesque park, a windswept alley, or Jordan Creek Mall, it's all about comfort. If the hands are inserted into said pocket quickly, say during a spontaneous kiss or while pausing to whisper some sweet and sexy little smalltalk such as "You rock" or "Let's go dress up as pirates and fuck each other retarded," then I can understand... my hands are roaming your backside and sliding them into your pockets is acceptable, as long as it is only for a moment. But to walk for any great distance with a hand in someone's back pocket? Unacceptable.

As fate would have it, a few hours later at Valley West Mall, I see an even greater offense: A hookerish-chick in her early 20s walking with some thick-necked lug in a Gold's Gym sweatshirt who's simply gripping her ass as they amble along. No back pockets, hell not even a beltloop to slide a couple fingers through; just his beefy mitt on her rather bitchin' ass. I'm watching this madness asking myself, "What's the message here?" Is he that enamored of her backside that he has to get his feel on 24/7? Or, more likely, is it a not-so-subtle message to all us pencil-necks: "When I'm not pounding iron or quaffing protein shakes, I'm tapping THIS SPECTACULAR ASS! And YOU'RE NOT!"

Please people, let us use some common sense and relax on the public ass-grabbing. Besides, when a guy has his hand on some girls ass, that blocks my view!!!! Totally unfair!!!

Friday, July 7, 2006

BJ in the Car

This is a reprint of my 4th of July post from MySpace:

What a 4th of July!!!! The little woman and I were drinking most of the day. We went to visit some friends up in Ames and went to a parade, then the drinking began. I took it fairly easy, since we were driving back to DM later in the afternoon to catch the fireworks there. On the way back home, my better half starts getting a little horny. She starts grabbing my crotch and next thing I know, she has the pants unzipped and starts going to work!!! She had never given me a BJ while in the car (At least not while it was moving). What a surprise!!!!

The blowjob in the car is one of those things that is awesome simply in and of itself. The car blowjob is intensified by the fact that it adds an element of danger to the proceedings. As the driver of the car, I know I have to keep my focus on the road. There are big-ass trucks and crazy seventeen year old girls trying to simultaneously dial their cell phones and steer their daddy's BMW's and Jeep Cherokees across four lanes of interstate. But as the recipient of the blowjob, I also know that the lifeblood which is so necessary to keeping my brainwaves nice and snappy is being filtered away to my lower extremities, giving me that slightly dizzy, slightly buzzed, holy-shit-I'm-getting-a-beaner-in-the-car feeling that truly dulls the reaction times. So there's that struggle going on. Also, if it's a particularly long drive, and said blowjob is helpful in keeping me from slipping off into a narcoleptic coma on interstate 35, then I certainly want to prolong the sensation and delay the spurt for as long as possible (one time, my girlfriend gave me a BJ that lasted for about 45 miles). Further, everytime I pass an SUV or 16 wheeler, I try to speed up, lest fellow drivers alongside me start snapping cell phone pics.

Worst of all, as a guy who just hasn't mastered the art of post-orgasm smalltalk, I find myself in a precarious situation once the BJ has officially ended and I realize I've still got 45 miles to Des Moines. After she obliged me the other day, I simply nodded, smiled, said, "DAMN!!." and "WOW!!!" I mean, what can you say. It isn't like we can cuddle and do all that lovey dovey talk. In the past, I just mess with the radio for awhile. I was lucky this last time as I had her favorite CD in the car. I just popped it in and she was singing right along.