OK...

...let me see if I can do this AGAIN without crashing the damn computer. Oh, an aside, I was just wondering why people leave the U out of FUCK. Is U a dirty letter? They replace it with a * but I like to use the U.

Anyway, I had come here to tell you the story that I promised about Rude Dude. He had to know he would see himself up here in one form or another...I've alluded to the INCIDENT in the blog before...but now I thought that you should know the REST of the story...so this is it.

One night we were sitting at his computer choosing songs from his extensive collection of music. He is an ex disc jockey and a computer nerd so he has TONS of GREAT music on a really cool computer. He even had some old reel to reels from DJ's from the 70's. It was really cool. I got to hear stuff by John "Records" Landecker...one of the most famous DJ's in Chicago in the 60's and 70's...on AM yet. But, that's all we poor old folk had so we made do.

We were sitting in separate chairs, but right next to each other. Our shoulders would touch easily. We sat there and chose music and chatted. It was not our first time together, there was the "Excellent Fuck" incident of the other post regarding Rude Dude. So, chances were pretty good that we might end up in the bedroom again. Or so I thought...

Now, he and I had a lot in common. We had both recently been suddenly dumped by long time marital partners for no comprehensible reason. But, there was one huge difference between the two of us...he talked about his ex.

ALL the time.

I didn't mind letting him vent....hell it was nice to have someone TALK TO ME. And he did. Rick never talked but I finally figured out that was because he never thought. I used to think he was deep and mysterious but now I see that there just wasn't anything up there. At least he had the good sense to shut up.

When Rick answered, "Nothing." to the question, "Honey...whatcha thinkin'?", he meant it. He was really really thinking about nothing. I tried it once. I made it for a brief second but it scared the hell out of me. I was afraid that it would stop and never start back up again. Rick certainly couldn't have given me a jump. I'd have been screwed.

So, this guys is talking about his wife and I decided to take his mind off of his problems. I repaired to the rest room, secret little bag in hand...and slipped into my new negligee. It was lovely and sexy and it flattered me nicely.

I walked back into the living room and sat down next to him. By the time I walked all the way into the living room, he was talking again and still looking at the computer. I listened to him continue to whine about his ex...for over a half an hour. The man never once noticed that I had changed out of my WINTER clothing and into a slinky little number that says "Do me now!"

I was perplexed.

Eventually I just went back into the bathroom and changed back into my clothes. He was, oh, so apologetic went I pointed out the fact that I had just spent a half an hour trying to seduce a man who wouldn't stop talking about his ex long enough to notice a half naked woman right next to him. He had it bad.

Oh well. What can ya do? These things happen.

There was something else that I was gonna say but I forgot. I'll remember it and then I'll come right back. If I never remember, I'll still come right back and tell you that I couldn't remember what I wanted to say.

OK?

Meg