Looking for discreet, good time with fun, decent looking girl who is open to some fun, and who is looking to explore. south florida United States
Yeah, isn’t that what we’re all looking for. I think it’s called the Madonna/Whore thing...I don’t know. My ex was rather sexist...he literally quoted scripture about the different standards between men and women. Of course, he was young and the times they have a’changed. Women have as much opportunity and as much desire to cheat nowadays. Perhaps not in the same numbers as men, but the potential is there with any given woman. I could have cheated, a few times. But like I said, I wouldn’t want a man who would want married woman so that was always a deal-breaker.
You know, on one hand, I’m glad that I can say that I never committed adultery and on the other hand, I’m annoyed that I missed out on some sweet opportunities for what ended up being one huge disaster of a marriage.
There was one guy who looked just like Woody Harelson. Is that his name? I don’t know, the guy from Cheers...his name was Woody, wasn’t it? Oh well, you know who I mean. He was sweet and handsome and he really had the hots for me and I chose Vex-dude. There was another one who everyone at work wanted but somehow, he became interested in me. Once again, I chose the Vex. I could smack myself. And, if I wasn’t so averse to pain, I would smack myself.
Damn, don’t we make some dumb decisions in our lives? I thought that by waiting until I was 30 that I would avoid the BS. Jeez, was I wrong. And here I sit, no one to talk to today so I am just rambling on to you guys.
Have you ever sat and wondered at what point in your life you would have worn a different pair of shoes? Or NOT gone to that party? Or NOT drank that Mad Dog 20 20?
Well, if I had stuck to my guns and left that nut Debbie at home that night, I wouldn’t have ever met the Vex. And, in all likelihood, I’d be in Chicago now. Once again, my aversion to pain prevents me from smacking me again. Oh well, c’est le vie or however you spell that.
Did you ever wish you would wake up and find out you were still a teenager and life was just a nightmare? I do. I’d hop out of bed and get my ass to school and be a very good, good girl. I'd listen to my parents. Well, except for one thing. My mother was a politician and she needed a convertible for a parade. She had a friend who’s son I went to school with. We were both 17. He had a very nice Chevy Malibu convertible, red and white. He wanted a date with me and somehow, the bargain was struck before I was aware of anything. So, I had to date this guy so my mom could use his car in the parade.
I went out with this guy once and then he asked me to take him shopping for some “mod” shoes. I didn’t know what THAT meant, but I thought I knew what HE meant so I said that I would go with him. As we were pulling back onto the street in front of his house after shopping, he hit a tree with that beautiful Malibu.
Now, he was one of 5 brothers and they had that Three Musketeers-type of “one for all” thing going so they all conspired to get my “date” out of this jam. They ended up just parking the car in front of the house. They parked it with the damage to the street and just came back inside. When the parents came home, nobody said a word. When they asked the boys what happened, the 5 of them acted like they had no clue what had happened and “Obviously someone skidded on the snow” so no problem, the insurance will cover it.
Those parents bought it hook, line and sinker.
I lost track of him when I went on my trip to California and ended up eloping to Reno but I did see him at my 10 year high school reunion. He had a wife and he still had the hots for me. He was an idiot. He came on to me as though neither one of us had an escort with us. He wanted me to come to their house for dinner, what a freak. My mom never did apologize for that...nor did she thank me. Oh well.
Did you ever look at your mother and suddenly realize that you could snap her in two if you wanted to? I did once when she was yelling at me for something, I don’t remember what. She was only five two and I’ve been five eight since I was 12. It took a few years, but at about 15, I realized that she could be taken down with ease. I never did it, of course, but I enjoyed knowing it....just in case.
She only spanked me once while I was a teenager and that was for lying to her. Well, actually, my story was that I DIDN’T lie, I OMITTED. That made no difference to her.
I told her the truth, I was going to a friend’s birthday/slumber party. I just didn’t tell her that it was in Fred’s honor. Fred’s mother, unbeknownst to us, had called all of the parents to be sure it was OK for them to be there. When she got to mine...
The word made it up to where we were all sitting in a black lit room listening to Physical Graffiti. Since Fred was my boyfriend at the time, we both booked...taking a couple of his buddies for some reason that I didn’t care about, I just wanted to leave before my mother got there to pick me up.
Somehow, that woman found us at the bowling alley where we had locked bumpers with a car as we pulled in. All of Fred’s friends were jumping on the hood of the car but they couldn’t get them un-locked. My mother pulled in as they were trying and then we all ran inside. That’s when I made my mistake. I ran into the Ladies Room. She had me cornered.
Now, during the course of my life before that day, I had been asked by my mother, when in public, numerous times, the following question: “Would you like to go to the Ladies Room?” The question alone quickly ended any naughty behavior I was engaging in. I never wanted to “go to the Ladies Room” with Mother.
And here I was, in the Ladies Room, backed up against the wall....Mother coming at me....it was the single most terrifying moment of my young life. She grabbed me by the arm and took me home. The ride back was punishment alone. But she wasn’t done with me.
She “tanned my hide” with total impunity. And then....she sent me upstairs....where my father was waiting.
Either he didn’t get the memo or he thought I needed another session of hide-tannin’. Only Dad was very calm, cool and collected when he spanked us. Kind of like Hannibal Lector.
With ol’ Hannibal, we had to go get the belt ourselves. It was the 70’s and he had some leftover 60’s belts so I had to get all aero-dynamic and think, “Well, the wide one covers more area, but wind resistance would make it hit softer whereas the thin belts would probably sting more, but only cover a third of surface area.”
I usually went with the one inchers. So, that was the only time they both spanked me for the same offense and the last time I was ever spanked in my life. I don’t know if they felt guilty or if I was just a very good girl. Naw, they felt guilty.
Well, that being said, I have to go send my Father’s Day present to my Dad, LOL....see ya.
Meg
Yeah, isn’t that what we’re all looking for. I think it’s called the Madonna/Whore thing...I don’t know. My ex was rather sexist...he literally quoted scripture about the different standards between men and women. Of course, he was young and the times they have a’changed. Women have as much opportunity and as much desire to cheat nowadays. Perhaps not in the same numbers as men, but the potential is there with any given woman. I could have cheated, a few times. But like I said, I wouldn’t want a man who would want married woman so that was always a deal-breaker.
You know, on one hand, I’m glad that I can say that I never committed adultery and on the other hand, I’m annoyed that I missed out on some sweet opportunities for what ended up being one huge disaster of a marriage.
There was one guy who looked just like Woody Harelson. Is that his name? I don’t know, the guy from Cheers...his name was Woody, wasn’t it? Oh well, you know who I mean. He was sweet and handsome and he really had the hots for me and I chose Vex-dude. There was another one who everyone at work wanted but somehow, he became interested in me. Once again, I chose the Vex. I could smack myself. And, if I wasn’t so averse to pain, I would smack myself.
Damn, don’t we make some dumb decisions in our lives? I thought that by waiting until I was 30 that I would avoid the BS. Jeez, was I wrong. And here I sit, no one to talk to today so I am just rambling on to you guys.
Have you ever sat and wondered at what point in your life you would have worn a different pair of shoes? Or NOT gone to that party? Or NOT drank that Mad Dog 20 20?
Well, if I had stuck to my guns and left that nut Debbie at home that night, I wouldn’t have ever met the Vex. And, in all likelihood, I’d be in Chicago now. Once again, my aversion to pain prevents me from smacking me again. Oh well, c’est le vie or however you spell that.
Did you ever wish you would wake up and find out you were still a teenager and life was just a nightmare? I do. I’d hop out of bed and get my ass to school and be a very good, good girl. I'd listen to my parents. Well, except for one thing. My mother was a politician and she needed a convertible for a parade. She had a friend who’s son I went to school with. We were both 17. He had a very nice Chevy Malibu convertible, red and white. He wanted a date with me and somehow, the bargain was struck before I was aware of anything. So, I had to date this guy so my mom could use his car in the parade.
I went out with this guy once and then he asked me to take him shopping for some “mod” shoes. I didn’t know what THAT meant, but I thought I knew what HE meant so I said that I would go with him. As we were pulling back onto the street in front of his house after shopping, he hit a tree with that beautiful Malibu.
Now, he was one of 5 brothers and they had that Three Musketeers-type of “one for all” thing going so they all conspired to get my “date” out of this jam. They ended up just parking the car in front of the house. They parked it with the damage to the street and just came back inside. When the parents came home, nobody said a word. When they asked the boys what happened, the 5 of them acted like they had no clue what had happened and “Obviously someone skidded on the snow” so no problem, the insurance will cover it.
Those parents bought it hook, line and sinker.
I lost track of him when I went on my trip to California and ended up eloping to Reno but I did see him at my 10 year high school reunion. He had a wife and he still had the hots for me. He was an idiot. He came on to me as though neither one of us had an escort with us. He wanted me to come to their house for dinner, what a freak. My mom never did apologize for that...nor did she thank me. Oh well.
Did you ever look at your mother and suddenly realize that you could snap her in two if you wanted to? I did once when she was yelling at me for something, I don’t remember what. She was only five two and I’ve been five eight since I was 12. It took a few years, but at about 15, I realized that she could be taken down with ease. I never did it, of course, but I enjoyed knowing it....just in case.
She only spanked me once while I was a teenager and that was for lying to her. Well, actually, my story was that I DIDN’T lie, I OMITTED. That made no difference to her.
I told her the truth, I was going to a friend’s birthday/slumber party. I just didn’t tell her that it was in Fred’s honor. Fred’s mother, unbeknownst to us, had called all of the parents to be sure it was OK for them to be there. When she got to mine...
The word made it up to where we were all sitting in a black lit room listening to Physical Graffiti. Since Fred was my boyfriend at the time, we both booked...taking a couple of his buddies for some reason that I didn’t care about, I just wanted to leave before my mother got there to pick me up.
Somehow, that woman found us at the bowling alley where we had locked bumpers with a car as we pulled in. All of Fred’s friends were jumping on the hood of the car but they couldn’t get them un-locked. My mother pulled in as they were trying and then we all ran inside. That’s when I made my mistake. I ran into the Ladies Room. She had me cornered.
Now, during the course of my life before that day, I had been asked by my mother, when in public, numerous times, the following question: “Would you like to go to the Ladies Room?” The question alone quickly ended any naughty behavior I was engaging in. I never wanted to “go to the Ladies Room” with Mother.
And here I was, in the Ladies Room, backed up against the wall....Mother coming at me....it was the single most terrifying moment of my young life. She grabbed me by the arm and took me home. The ride back was punishment alone. But she wasn’t done with me.
She “tanned my hide” with total impunity. And then....she sent me upstairs....where my father was waiting.
Either he didn’t get the memo or he thought I needed another session of hide-tannin’. Only Dad was very calm, cool and collected when he spanked us. Kind of like Hannibal Lector.
With ol’ Hannibal, we had to go get the belt ourselves. It was the 70’s and he had some leftover 60’s belts so I had to get all aero-dynamic and think, “Well, the wide one covers more area, but wind resistance would make it hit softer whereas the thin belts would probably sting more, but only cover a third of surface area.”
I usually went with the one inchers. So, that was the only time they both spanked me for the same offense and the last time I was ever spanked in my life. I don’t know if they felt guilty or if I was just a very good girl. Naw, they felt guilty.
Well, that being said, I have to go send my Father’s Day present to my Dad, LOL....see ya.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 9:02 AM
6 Comments:
I read (or actually skimmed through)a lot of your "so-called advice" and history of your love life, and I truly don't quite understand your reasoning and/or thoughts about your relationships/marriages. Why are you so bitter? There are thousands of people out there who have had it worse and they are not complaining. What do you gain by this? Boggles my mind.
First of all, I am a mother and I would not, in any way, put myself in a position that you have, expose myself and have such a bitter attitude to publish such garbage.
If in fact you taught your children well, why would you expose yourself in such an awful manner and (maybe) have them read and see (a raunchy picture of yourself)? I certainly would'nt want my children to see that. Is this what you taught them?
I certainly hope that your children do not see this garbage. By this, all you taught them is to be bitter, conniving, decietful, greedy, and basically feel sorry for you. I am certainly very happy that I do not have a mother like you.
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Hello again,
I thought you had gotten bored. Oh well. My children are full grown adults, all college educated and all gainfully employed, never been in prison and very happy.
I hope you will be able to say the same one day.
Meg
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