I meant to write this earlier, but my Dad went for his checkup last month to see if his treatment is working. It is! The doctor was very happy with it The downside is the medication he has to be on makes him feel like ass and unable to breathe and sleep. But I suppose it’s a small price to pay for killing off the cancer.
I meant to write about this earlier, but never got around to it. I was only able to get a few screenshots because the fucker blocked me before I could hit “send” on my epic response! You can see the end of it in the last screenshot, so I’ll just let you imagine how wide his asshole would be had I been able to actually rip into him. The basics are that he asked me if I would want to spend the weekend having sex with him. And that he wouldn’t just hit it and quit it, he would actually spend time with me. Aww shiiit, real time and everything? My desperation must have been showing again. I need some Static Guard to hide that away! He told me he likes girls who look like me and I’m super hot and blah blah blah. You all know by now that I like to play with these guys though, and so this conversation happened and he got mad when I rejected him. I quite literally laughed out loud at his response.
And then there was this:
Seriously men, if you find a woman attractive, tell her. But don’t make her a fetish, no matter what her size. That will not make her feel complimented. The thing that bothers me about the first “man” is that someday he will most likely be able to woo himself a woman. He will find a woman with precarious self-esteem and he will be nice to her and tell her how attractive he finds her and she will feel special. Then she will do something to make his insecurities come forward and he will be cruel. He will tell her she’s fat and ugly and that no one could possibly want her and she’s lucky he even puts up with her. And that woman will believe everything he says.
The second guy was just a plain old dumbass, and has deleted his pof profile. The very next day I went shopping, and wouldn’t you know it, I bought myself a leather skirt!
Yep, you guessed it! Captain Sweatpants!
hey hi it been a long time no talke, and i have no idea why u stop talki to me anyways this is my number txt me so we can chat.
i still live in moose jaw but i will be inregina on friday to hang out with some couple of friend if u want we can go for drink and hang out togather.
or u can give me a chat on my facebook or hotmail same emill adders
I don’t recall even knowing he lived in Moose Jaw. I’m pretty sure I was as clear as I could be about why I wasn’t going to continue talking to him. And how many points of contact do I possibly need?!
Want to catch up on even more CSP? Here are the links:
So, what do you think? Round 2? I’ll be taking bets on how many pairs of pants he’s wearing these days. Why yes, I am kidding.
Do you believe you get what you put out into the world? I don’t mean in a karmic sense, but in terms of Laws of Attraction. Judging from the responses I’ve had from men in recent months, I`m beginning to think I`m going to have to stop having casual sex in order to find something meaningful. Let`s examine the facts.
QCR appears back in my life because he wants to have his cake and eat it too. He has a girlfriend and his cake happens to be named Amy. BDK starts showing up at my house all the time and calling me. He still called me this past weekend, although thankfully he didn`t show up at my house.
One of the men I`ve been talking to on Pof is a repeat. We chatted a few months ago and we were really hitting it off. He`s sarcastic, handsome, tall, confident, a little arrogant. We spend our first conversation cracking jokes and start to make plans to have a date. We never got to meet. He made a judgement about me based on something I told him and just stopped talking to me. Whatever, douche. I guess you`re perfect. Then last week, he`s back on pof and hits the `meet me` feature. I recognize his picture so I message him and ask him why he wants to meet me when he bailed on me the last time. His reponse was, “I don’t recall the exact circumstances, but I’m sure it was justified and made sense to me at the time. I’m sorry now if that helps at all.” Oh good, an empty apology. My favourite! I refreshed his memory. He told me he`d let me give him a blow job to rectify MY wrong. Swoon!
A few days later, he messages me again:
Him: I`m never going to get that blow job, am I?
Me: Who knows. Christmas is coming. Maybe you should write a letter to Santa.
Him: I saw him at the parade on Saturday, he wasn’t into it
Me: Maybe you were on his naughty list.
Him: I thought naughty was a good thing?
Me: I guess that depends who holds the list.
Him: Well I guess as of right now, you would be the one holding the list.
Me: You have to be nice to me to get on my list.
Him: I’ve been nothing but nice to you my dear.
Me: Guess I’d better blow you then!
Him: If you insist!
Me: You’ve made me the happiest girl in the world.
Him: You should probably just stop being sarcastic and such and just come over.
Me: You know I won’t do that.
Him: Oh I’m well aware, not entirely sure why
Me: Because we’ve never met
Him: I know, forget the hook up part, just come by and we can actually meet, and bring coffe, thx.
Let me add that this conversation took place at 10pm on Sunday night. Our conversation ended with him basically telling me he’s interested and I should know that by the fact that we’re having a conversation (A conversation where he hasn’t asked me even one personal question. I should probably just assume he remembers facts about my life from the first time we spoke, right? *eyeroll*). He also tells me he’s extended the invite and if I’m opting not to go over to his house, that’s my call. Nice move, playa. Put that ball right into my court. I wonder how often he’s been able to trick women into his bed by being an asshole and making it seem as if he’s the one making all the effort? Before I can stop myself, I suggest if he were to actually want to meet for a coffee or drink out somewhere sometime, I would consider that. Why the fuck would I even still be talking to this guy, let alone suggesting we go on a date? Fuck you, that part of my woman brain that thinks there must be something good about this asshole of a man and you’re going to be the one who brings it out of him. Fuck you. He says, “Somewhere, sometime.” My non-committal, must-have-the-last-word response is, “I’ll put it in my calendar.”
Then there’s the guy who constantly messaged me only after 9pm and asks me to “hang out”. After a few days of this, I told him I am never available to hang out after 9pm and if he wants to meet me, he’ll have to ask me in advance and plan a date. He tried one day. I was busy and I haven’t heard from him since.
And that brings us to Asian Joe. Asian Joe sends me a message. We have some decent conversation. He wants to meet me. I had plans all of last week and on the weekend. I told him I would save Monday evening for him if he wanted to go out. Our conversation had been flirty. Anytime he started to push the boundaries, I let him know where those boundaries were and what I was and wasn’t going to chat about on pof. We set up a date for this evening. He was going to pick me up around 7. Shortly after 5, he messaged me and apologized for the short notice, but he had to cancel. I told him that was ok and hoped everything was fine. He said some friends from out of town surprised him and stopped by wanting to go for supper. Fair enough, we can reschedule. So I messaged one of my friends to see if she still wanted to go to a movie. We didn’t, but when AJ asked if I wanted to meet him for a drink after supper, I said no, that I’d made other plans. Then he gets all, “Oh, you couldn’t wait a couple hours for me? lol jk.” Umm…no, I can’t. Shit, I forgot the best part. Right after he cancelled on me, he dropped this gem:
Be busy till 9-10 I think.
But I’ll be honest with you, loved chatting with you thus far, its been fun and you have quick wit about you for sure. I want to meet up, however so you know I am NOT looking for a relationship ok? Just want to get buzzed, chat and have “sweaty” fun. I think you’re very attractive and would be super fun with you. Sorry to say but that’s where I am at in my life.
The next half hour is spent with him apologizing and asking me to meet up with him later. I say I have plans. I also tell him if he’s decided all he wants is casual, then that’s all he’s going to get from me.
Him: well I can for sure because that’s where I am currently. So are we in agreement that we should meet up around 9 or so and see where the night takes us? clothing optional later on maybe……. casually…… Whatever happens happens.
A few hours pass and it’s almost 11 and he texts me. He still wants to go for a drink and “see where things go”. I have already told this guy I rarely even kiss on a first date. He springs this shit on me tonight and expects that I’m going to go ahead and jump into bed with him? I finally have to just tell him to stop pushing the issue and there’s no way I’m going out after 11 to meet up with him. Casual or not, I find it disrespectful to even ask a woman to do that and then to push the issue is just a fucking dick move. Frankly, after he told me he only wanted casual, a switch flipped in me and any good feelings and attraction I had to him dropped to the floor. He clearly does not possess the playbook on how to be admitted into my casual rotation.
I realize how stupid it seems to sleep with some guy from the bar, and then turn around and not go to bed with a guy I’m actually getting to know. But it’s just different. I’m not going to fuck him just because he wants me to. Put some goddamn effort in. Men, whatever happened to taking a girl out to a nice meal, ordering a bottle of wine or two, giving your date a sweet little buzz, fucking her, and then never calling her again? Did you just get cheap and lazy? And disguised in what you’re now calling “honesty”? If you’re going to treat me like a whore, at least fucking pay me.
Which brings me back to my original point of this post. I almost forgot why I was writing this. By engaging in casual sex, am I seen as only wanting casual sex? By continuing to speak to these asshats, will that be all that comes into my life? How does one stay empowered enough to enjoy fucking some strange, and amused enough to talk to jackasses, while still focused on finding something meaningful? When it comes to sex, there’s a fine line between being empowered and being a real slut of a doormat. I think the perfect balance is having a welcome sign hanging up. Your guests can see it’s a lovely, inviting place, but they’d better ring the bell and wipe their goddamn feet if they expect that door to open.
I know what you’re thinking…BDS, must be another big dicked fella in Amy’s life. If only that were the case. It is merely BDK turning into BDS. Big Dicked Stalker. I moved several months ago. A couple of months ago, I gave in to BDK and let him come over. It was fun.
My doorbell rings one night around 2 or 3 am. My front door shifted with the house and is slowly moving back into place, but at the time, it was too hard to get the deadbolt in place, so I left it unlocked. There is a second door once you get through the sunporch, so I never worried about it too much. Until I’m laying in bed listening to someone open the front door and start knocking on the second door! Walter is going crazy and my heart is beating against my chest so hard I thought Chris Brown might just explode out of my body. There is no fucking way I’m getting out of bed to even peek around the corner to see who is there. About 15 minutes later, it finally stops and I hear the person leave. Holy shit. And then I start to think about it. Who knows where I live and would just walk into my house? BDK. Of course. Later that week, he stops by during the week. I think it was a Thursday maybe. I was just chilling at home and the doorbell rings and someone walks into my sunporch. It’s BDK. Because I’m right there, I answer the door. He tells me he’s moved in across the back alley and wants to know what I’m up to. I tell him I’m going to bed because I work in the morning (I didn’t). Truthfully, it took me a minute to register who he even was because I only see him in the dark and when I’m drunk.
For the last few weekends I’ve been home and not out of town or at work, my doorbell has rung at least once during the weekend. Usually Friday nights, but the odd Thursday or Saturday too. I never get up. Sometimes my phone rings. It’s always him. I never answer it. I never respond to his texts. He is not getting the hint.
This past Friday, he called me 4 times in 6 minutes. I happened to be awake because I worked 11-3 and had just gone to bed when he called. Last night, I stayed in and woke up to the dog barking shortly after 3am. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings and focus on reality. My fucking doorbell was ringing again! I look at my phone and there are two texts from him:
“I’m coming over.” “Leave the backdoor open.”
Fuck you, sir. There will be no coming, and there will certainly not be any open backdoors! My lack of response did not stop him from ringing the doorbell constantly for ten minutes and then coming around to the front and trying that one instead. Thankfully I have a working lock again and he couldn’t even get past the screen door.
I was pissed. I was so tired and in such a deep sleep. I texted him this morning and told him to never come to my house uninvited again. I’ve texted him before and told him I work in the morning and not to bother me. If I had to get up this morning to work at 7am, I would have been even more pissed. And if my roommate had moved in and I wasn’t home and she had to answer the door to a strange man at the door when she’s here all alone, or stay in bed freaked out? Fuck that!
My dad had his treatment a week ago for prostate cancer. They implanted 104 radioactive seeds into his prostate. Now we wait and hope it works. He’s doing ok. Tired, in pain, worried.
“Brachytherapy, or prostate seed implantation, is a type of radiation therapy in which radioactive metallic seeds — smaller than a grain of rice — are permanently placed inside the prostate gland.
This therapy delivers a high dose of radiation directly to the prostate gland and sometimes to the seminal vesicles.
The seeds give off their radiation slowly over several months and, within one year, their radiation completely decays. The seeds can remain safely in place for the rest of a man’s life.”
A little over a month ago, I decided to take a chance on something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. Finances have been tight and the day after my roommate told me he was moving out, I knew I had to do something to get a little extra cash flow coming in. So I signed up to be a Passion Party rep. If you’ve never heard of it, we are a direct selling company, similar to Tupperware or Mary Kay or Epicure. Except instead of kitchenware or makeup, I see a wide array of lotions, potions, and things that go buzz. I go into people’s home and spend an hour or two peddling vibrators. It’s great fun! If you live in Regina or close by, contact me to host a party. There is a quite amazing spa line with creams and lotions, massage oils, body scrubs, and powders. I sell books, games, and, of course, lubrications and toys. The best part is getting to make money while I have fun and educate. I was full of sexual health facts and tips before I started this. Now my head is exploding with information and I love sharing it! You can expect a few posts about parties, reviews, facts, etc.
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