Just because…

I have sex with whomever I want does not mean that I’m going to have sex with everyone who wants to have sex with me. 

Why is that so hard to understand? 

I have sex with who I want. And ONLY who I want. 

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Younger Isn’t Always Better

About a week ago I met a 28 year old soccer player from the DR. He is adorably cute, a great kisser, and he seems to have some kind of mild obsession with the whole teacher/student thing.

But of course he does…

Because… as of yesterday, I am 16 years older than he is. I was flattered the first couple dates… but tonight’s date wasn’t as much fun because he asked me to change my TV station. 

I know…  it’s a miniscule thing to be upset about. But, very rarely, if ever, does my daughter give up control of the television when she’s awake and it’s on… so, the couple times I’ve actually managed to stay awake longer than she does to  watch something besides NickJr or Disney are simply glorious.

And it was The Walking Dead! Really? You don’t have the attention span for a 43 minute show?

And… this is why I don’t date younger guys, ladies… well, there might be one good reason to break that rule… sometimes. Grin.

And guys… just a friendly tip… don’t go to your date’s house and ask to change the channel and then wonder why you don’t get invited back… ^^^this is it. This is why.

Be kind

Good friends come in all ages.

I spent a good hour talking to one of my best friend’s daughter about Doctor Who, tonight.

And varying other topics, but mostly Doctor Who. She’s great. So smart. And I don’t know many other Whovians.

It’s funny, because there are certain limitations to our conversations… she’s under 18… but she’s one of the most knowledgeable and intelligent human beings I’ve ever talked to.

It’s important not to discount children.

They are human beings with less knowledge… sometimes a little bit less, sometimes a lot less… sometimes more…

But they’re human beings, who are someday going to be running this world, and they’re not very happy with what we’ve left them.

Wake up. Look around.

Be Kind. To all life.

But especially, be kind to the children.

(Penniemoney… this one’s for you… Love you)

Embracing Me

I like making men feel uncomfortable. 

They’ve made me feel uncomfortable, if not worse, for most of my life. It’s always about men. 

What they want. Who they want. How they want. 

I’ve always been too tall or too fat or not pretty enough for them. And if they did like me, it was a secret. 

The funny thing is, I wasn’t all that fat in most times of my life and I think I’m quite attractive… esp now. I’ve definitely gotten “better” with age. 

So yes, I’m too tall. Lol

I was expected to be gracious for any attention a boy or man gave me. And when I wasn’t… the name calling ensued. 

Sigh. It’s so much better now. I know how many men are out there… And I also honestly do not care what 99.9% of them think of me because I know my worth. 

And that’s what it comes down to… I make men uncomfortable just by being myself. 

And it’s wonderful!