My Second Act
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Musings on my Second Act
Posted:Oct 11, 2020 2:32 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2021 6:56 am
"Life is both fucked and fuckable."

He laughed when I wrote that.

My take o.n the iconic Dickens opening line of “A Tale of Two Cities”, updated into the modern vernacular because it is a more perfect summation of my life these last few months. I mean, 2020 has crept up on al.l of us unawares, but it creeped
up &then sucker-punched me right in the gut.

For once, I’ve got a secret and it’s my secret keep or tell. I’ve kept others’ secrets, often for years, but this one? This one is mine t.o do with as I will.
So, I have t.o write about it, talk about it, blog it, vlog it, even wrote a song about it.

yeah, and b.a.d. poetry, I’ve written some really bad, drunk poetry.

This is my journey now; this road I’m meandering down.
I’m inviting you come along for the ride. I’ll try stay the course between those painted white lines on the highway; between fucked and fuckable, and hopefully discover what the new normal looks like for m.e.
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October 23rd - Happy Birthday, Dad!
Posted:Oct 23, 2021 10:58 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2021 10:38 am

He was a Scorpio, I am a Pisces. In the zodiac scheme of things, we should have gotten along famously.

When I was a we did. As a baby, I can remember him coming home from work, seeing me and putting his hand on top of his head in a satirical “Marilyn Monroe glamour pose”. I would then copy him and it pleased him no end. He even snapped a photo of me at two years old, doing that.

He used to make pancakes on Sundays, and let me help with stirring the batter and watching them cook in the pan. When there were just enough holes in them, I’d tell him it was time to flip ‘em. Sometimes it was banana pancakes and lots of times, he colored them green. He made some strange recipes that have been a part of the family lore and tradition: squared potatoes [we also call them “blackened square potatoes” only acceptable with enough char on every side], Spanish rice, cooked in a cast iron skillet with slices of cheese melted on them, and his anchovy dressing. Anchovy dressing had to be my Dad’s take on Caesar dressing; only he flavored it with Worcestershire sauce, tabasco sauce, and liquid smoke. Seriously, I loved it as a , and I have yet to duplicate it adequately. Maybe that’s a good thing!

He loved talking politics and football. Adored his 49ers, and called out mistakes on plays before Howard Cosell could critique it on air. He’d barbecue on those days. We still have a standing joke about “Put the burgers on the grill and check ‘em at half-time!” Oh the hockey pucks we’d have to douse in ketchup in order to eat them!

Talking politics made for some interesting dinner talk for my brother and him. I was a bit of an angst-y , who was more interested in psychology and relationships than I was in those conversations. So, that is probably when the divide began.

Or maybe it was when I finally realized he was actually Santa.

He had me believing for a very long time: he’d throw rocks on the roof and then, back in the house, excitedly say, “Did you hear that? I think it’s reindeer on the roof!” From Thanksgiving till Christmas, he’d drop hard candies throughout the house; by the sliding glass door, or on the window sills and say, “Oh, lookit that there! Santa’s been here checking up on you!” One night he strung sleigh bells diagonally across our bedroom window, and hiding under the window outside, he used a stick to reach out and ring the bells when we were in bed. Scared the Bejesus out of me!

As I grew older, the divide widened. He was gruff and argumentative so it became easier to hide and do things behind his back rather than take the issue head on. Being around him was like seeing Archie Bunker live and in person. He didn’t like me growing up and meeting boys; when I moved out on my own, he called me a slut. I think to guilt me into staying as I was the youngest, and the last to leave home.

When I eloped to Reno with the hubs it took me two weeks to finally tell him.

When my brother announced they were going to be parents, he was not excited about it, but rather pulled my sibling aside and said, “What about your political career?”

We decided “Gramps” was not a fitting title for him; “Grumps” was his moniker from that point on.

We didn’t notice the Alzheimer’s was an issue early on. It was a very slow progression. He’d come up with funny nicknames for people. We thought that was just Dad being Dad. We realized later, it was because he couldn’t remember their real names. Then there was the time we almost missed a flight to Arizona because we couldn’t find Dad. Turned out he was at his shop; like a normal Saturday. He grumbled all the way to the airport.

He started talking about his siblings that had already passed. He’d say they came and sat at the foot of his bed, and just talk to him. Sometimes it would be just their heads. He’d realize it was just a dream after a minute or so of talking about it but sometimes it was hard to shake; they looked so real, he'd report.

In later years, when I was pregnant with my , I went to visit him at the adult family home he was at. He kept calling me “Dot”, the pet name of his younger sister, and asked me if I had met Patty Ann yet. Patty Ann was my mom.
Those last few months brought us around full circle. All the pain of harsh words and harsher actions just kind of melted away. I used to joke and say we got along better when he didn’t know who I was.

He passed three weeks after my was born. He met my just a few days before.

He wasn’t a perfect Dad. Theirs wasn’t a perfect marriage. We weren’t a perfect family. But, there was always the ability to laugh in the midst. I attribute that to him. He was a clown, a comic, a cook [?] and a charmer.

What I wouldn’t give to see that Monroe pose again!
Paranormal Activity - Part 2 I Heard from Casper
Posted:Oct 22, 2021 10:50 am
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2021 9:18 pm

Tis the Season!

It’s the things that go bump in the night.

They keep up. The last few nights I have gone to bed late [after 1 AM] with my body exhausted and ready to sleep but my mind ready to tackle quantum theories. Why is that??

Okay, I’m not that intellectual, but I do have issues with my mind not shutting off when it needs to.

So, I thought about him again. My FWB that dropped mid-sentence back in July; haven’t heard from him since. I let the matter drop too, but he was never far from my thoughts.

He wasn’t someone I was initially attracted to. However, he played his cards well with me: took his time, made me really feel desired, not just about the sex, not pressured. I told my friend, Gilf that he “bore acquaintance”.

I am not one for hysterics or drama. Did I react hysterically when I found out about the hubs? Okay, maybe a little , but in this game, not so much. Of course when I was ghosted, I wondered often about what might have happened to him, or us, or if I’d ever see him again, yet I've had enough to occupy my time and my thoughts lately.

But, still…I wondered…

So, I got the courage and the words to write him a note. Just to explain myself and my thoughts.

Cuz, that’s kinda what I do…I write. To express myself. To find my voice. Especially here.

So I did. I wrote a very nicely written note, I might add. No, I didn’t tell him to fuck off, but I did let him know he was an asshole by ghosting me…and in the nicest possible way too!

Told him I wouldn’t stalk him…what the fuck is the point in doing that??? In fact, I told him this would be my last communication with him. I just wanted to know what happened. I even gave him a multiple choice, complete with:

 None of the above
 All of the above

I wished him all the best and sent it off into the ether. I sent it, not expecting a return, rather to simply let my thoughts be heard. In other words, I did it for Me. To say what needed to be said without regard to what would happen.

To simply do it.

Two days later while checking my email, I saw he wrote back. I hugged my phone. I didn’t open the email right away. I wanted to make sure I was alone; to read it in its entirety without interruption.

What happened was that his wife found out. She had put a tracker on his car. She knew about the local hotel stays.

So, another nuclear bomb goes off in another living room. [cue “Another One Bites the Dust”]

I felt a real bittersweet sadness. Sadness for him; for her; for them; and sadness for us. Knowing that this abrupt ending is the end of us. I have fond memories of him and "us". I will definitely miss him.

They are working on their marriage. He used the phrase “we are careening along”. I know this word, “careening”. I relived my own story as I read his.

Which brings me to this. Unfortunately, of the men I communicate with, online or otherwise, [especially otherwise] 99.5% are married. Of that percentage, 99.7% do not tell or include their wives.

This is the reality of the site. While I have enjoyed several excursions via this place, I can count on one hand the single men I’ve met.

His message really hit home with me. I think at this time; I only want to play singles games.

I don’t want to be the cause of someone else’s anguish.
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Then & Now: Two Poems
Posted:Oct 5, 2021 10:18 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2021 9:42 am
Hmmm…found this today in old files…I’ve come a long way, !

I am She

I am She
sits alone
Just be in a crowded place
with people don't know her

I am She

is old and wise
but not wise enough
see the truth

I am She

the odd duck
in the neighborhood bar
trying hard hold on
live in the moment
without being seen

I am She

that nobody knows
yet everyone recognizes
when the music starts
she closes her eyes,
feels the rhythm
coursing through her blood
fists open then close the beat
that pulsing primal flood
screaming “move! Move! MOVE!
Move dammit!”
Shake that thing,
That thing that grips and taunts
Shapes your days

I Am She

Whose wings
Ripped from her back
by treacherous love
corrupted completely
betrayal finished the act
with hope of recovery
pain that sears the wounds in my back.

ok, that was then.
This is now: written 6-24-20





I’ve Said Too Much
Posted:Oct 2, 2021 9:51 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2021 8:59 am

I went out with the girls last night. Had a glass of wine with my friends that I used to work with. Gilf and I usually meet up once a week, a habit started last year when everything was in lockdown. Back then the conversations were fresh and fun. Both of us were relishing our newfound freedoms and licking our wounds at the same time. We started to record our conversations thinking we’d start a podcast on sexuality as “women of a certain age”. I thought I lost a lot of them when my phone was stolen, but found some in emails recently.

We still laugh when we are together. She shares about her week; work and her out of town visits with her lover. I share about my life and my lovers. It’s just a nice exchange with a friend that I can confide in.

Except that she had told one of our coworkers about my situation some months back. I know because I’m getting ready to go back to the job part-time as a vendor. I met up with the coworker at the beginning of the summer to discuss scheduling and while there she said something about not being judgmental about things at all. My eyes got wide and I asked, “That’s nice. Judgmental about what?”

“Well, Gilf mentioned something...”

“Really???What has Gilf told you?”

“Not much at all” she back pedaled. “Just that your situation has changed. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anybody.”


It surprised me that Gilf would do that. She has always been so trustworthy in the past. I think we were both a bit unsteady last year: with everything changing in our lives, it might have made us both a bit vulnerable. I think she referenced it in the context of her re-emerging relationships, as much as mine when relating it to our coworker.

I left it at that that day last summer. Since we were gearing up for Fall classes, I met with the co-worker again yesterday afternoon and went to Gilf’s office afterwards. The coworker seemed stressed and tired [the job will do that to a person], so when we passed her in the hallway, I asked her if she wanted to join us for a glass of wine. She said “yes please! If it’s okay with you guys”.

We headed to our local dive bar to meet. We talked, well THEY talked about work, as I sipped my wine and listened. Somehow the conversation strayed off into Relationship-Land, with the co-worker sharing a few intimacies about her marriage, and Gilf talking about her latest trip with her boytoy. With the coworker there it was a little harder for me to share about my latest excursions, so I just sat back and watched those two chatting.

But there is something in me that wants to talk about my choices; my journey to this lifestyle. It’s an abhorrent choice to some, and something inside me wants to challenge some of those notions. I don’t know why…maybe it’s about justification for my own actions. Maybe it’s to illuminate the sub cultural trend that’s out there. [Even an article cited that over 40% of marriages are experiencing infidelity*] Maybe I just wanted to take the glass slipper of fairy tale endings that we women have been enculturated with and dash it to the ground!

I started talking a bit about my story: discovering my hub’s infidelity, making the choice not to leave, recognizing my own culpability as to his straying…and how this 180 degree turn actually improved our relationship.
She-Who-Says-She-Doesn’t-Judge sat there with her mouth hanging open. She said, “I never have thought about my part in it”.

Yeah, well, I did.

I have never thought of myself as a strong person. In fact, choosing to stay in the marriage while Gilf “braved” leaving hers kind of made me feel weak. She’s always been the “I am Woman, watch me roar” type. There’s lots of reasons for leaving, but there’s lots of reasons for staying too. I look back on the reasoning and the circumstance now and I feel more empowered than I used to.

I said as much last night. I also said that I’ve learned that I can love more than one, just like the hubs said to me at one point regarding having me and the GF: “For the last two years, I’ve loved two women!!” he said. I also believe one can love others for different reasons as life goes on; and that there isn’t just a “one and only” for everyone.

Gilf challenged that one. Tried to tell me that there is a way to have a one and only that fulfills all your needs: physical, spiritual and emotional. The hubs and I had this conversation ages ago. In fact, I think it came up in the pre-marital classes we took after the fact: Do you believe that one person can be your “be all/end all”?? Why or Why Not? At the time, I thought “Of course!” [Yeah, I’ve got my friends Cinderella and Snow here to confirm all that!] As life went on and my Prince Charming began to get a bit of rust on his crown, I changed my view. It became more about percentages and ratios: like the 80/20 rule. Actually, maybe life, and our needs, became more faceted; where one person fulfilled one aspect, and another fulfills another.

Or, maybe I’ve just become more jaded in my old age. Either way, I don’t know that my small part of the world isn’t ready for my expansive views.
I think I said too much.

*From online magazine article "Why Do People Look For Sex Outside of Marriage" by Rascal Solomon Sept. 14, 2021
HNW - Do Your Own thing
Posted:Sep 29, 2021 9:51 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2021 12:24 pm
I was planning to post a few more art pieces, but as I scrolled through my photos, I decided I would save that for another post, with another story to tell. Instead, as the skies revert to their 51 Shades of grey like they do in this neck of the woods, I decided I would go to my happy place.

On the water.
In my kayak.
We didn't do that so much this summer. The stars just didn't align for us this year. I started part-time work. He had friends with medical issues to help. So we just didn't make it out there like we like to.
But I thought I would share some of my favorite spots to go here. North Lake is literally our neighbor.

Lake Sawyer has been the most beautiful of excursions with Mt. Rainier looking like you can almost reach out and touch it!

Happy HNW! Thanks for letting me share!

Thoughts on the GF...and On Being a GF and a Wife
Posted:Sep 26, 2021 2:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2021 9:35 am

I thought about her last night. At 2 a.m. as I lay awake in bed, I even offered up a little prayer for her well-being. That sounds crazy I know.

I may not like her. I may not ever want to meet her. I may never forgive her for the time she has taken my hubs away from me. I may always resent her for her demands and expectations she’s put on my hubs. But I would never wish the health problems and what she’s gone through the past year or so on anyone.

Not even her.

I thought about our similarities and our differences. Similarly, she has been the extracurricular other woman in my hubs’ life for the last three or four years. I’ve never been THE other woman in a man’s life, but I’ve been ONE of the other women in men’s lives. I mean, even if I have been the sole focus in a gentleman’s life at the time, 100% of the married/attached men I’ve been with this past year have had others on the side throughout their marriages [Oh the stories they tell!! ]

Knowing that, and knowing I have a moorage with my own marriage and family, I have NO expectations of the time I spend with the men I meet. I think I might be a bit of an anomaly in that. Even though I’m a solo flyer on this site, I am truly a no strings/no drama mama!

I feel a lot of women, whether on this site or others, have expectations of a relationship. We women tend to go down that road; our imaginations work overtime in the “what if” fantasy department. We tend to always look to the future and what could lie ahead. Admittedly, sometimes my mind does that with the intriguing men I’ve met. But it’s a brief excursion at best.

My friend, Gilfy, has done that as well. It’s interesting because she’s usually pretty practical and level-headed in most things. But she’s casually seeing a married man, one she’s known for years; way before he was married. There’s an intimacy in there that one does not have in a regular casual relationship. She told me about their latest conversation that ended with her cutting off communication for a bit.

“He told me he slept with his wife!” she lamented.

“Ummm, of course he did, they’re married” I thought to myself.

As she related her story to me, I kind of marveled at myself for my situation in that moment. Her complaint, that he would actually make love to someone else [uh, again…his WIFE] was ironic to me. It was as if I was having a conversation with the hub’s GF right then. I wondered if Gilfy realized what she was saying and to whom she was saying it to. “I told him that if he was with me, I didn’t want him fucking anyone else!”

WOW! That’s demanding, I thought. Does she really have a right to say that? I pondered it for a while. Is this an example of self-love on her part or her control issues? This is where being understanding or accepting of one’s place in the triangle is important.

It’s where monogamy and non-monogamy collide.

As my hubs has met others, and he tells me about their interactions/conversations [not about ALL of his interactions, tho’ I am curious…], I caution him about this aspect of women. “Be careful there! She might be expecting more than what you’re willing to give!!!”

Yeah, we talk openly about the women he’s met. No, he doesn’t tell me EVERYTHING that goes on between them, but he does tell me about them. I know they exist, at least. They, on the other hand, do not know I exist; or that I am around.

Recently he apologized to me for making our life so weird.

I appreciated that statement. I think that was the most normal thing I’ve heard in a long time...

HNW on Thursday - HOBBIES
Posted:Sep 23, 2021 10:04 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2021 5:40 pm

This might be a long one, with lots of pictures. [Tease!]

It's really more about my art hobby. I love create. I say in my profile that I am an artist... because I DO ART. Not professionally; though I've taught ...that's professional, right?

My art is considered "Whimsical" in the respect that 's not realistic - I don't think I have the patience be realistic.

's a very personal journey for me.

I do for the exploration and the "therapy" of . Most of what I'm posting is coming from personal art journals that chronicled my life at the time.
This is when I was rehabbing from a stroke.
So, yeah, this is kind of a very intimate post.

I love collage and mixed media, and include in most of my work.

These are entitled "Man-Handled" & "Camel Toe"

I don't usually have an end result in mind. I just start with a product and see where it goes.

I sometimes use found objects in my art to help convey my own personal symbolism: keys, bottles, different types of found scrap papers.

Sometimes I write poetry to go with it...ekphrastic poetry; in fact, I Iove the combination of the two. It's the process that is so relaxing.

I haven't created any art in a long time...other creative ventures have taken over my time and my space.

But, I hope come back someday.

Happy HNW, y'all!
ASMR – Shhh!...Sensuous Listening here!
Posted:Sep 5, 2021 2:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2021 8:04 am

ASMR, have you heard of it?

It stands for Autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR), sometimes referred to as auto sensory meridian response.

I know, potato, pahtato, right?

ASMR is a tingling sensation that typically begins on the scalp and moves down the back of the neck and upper spine. I’ve had that reaction when someone touches my head, which is not uncommon, I’m learning.

“A pleasant form of paresthesia, it has been compared with auditory-tactile synesthesia and may overlap with frisson.” [taken from Wikipedia]

Okay lots of technical terms, but one I can physically relate to is Frisson. Frisson is the name of the autonomic reaction where one gets “goosebumps” on the arms at, say, the sound of fingernails scraping a chalkboard. OMG, I’m feeling it on my thigh just writing this!!

ASMR has been a “thing” on youtube for a while. I never understood the attraction of watching a youtube video with audio in a whispered format. I listened once; it just sounded like the content creator had a bad case of laryngitis.

I don’t get it.

Wikipedia has noted that there are some who report such a euphoric event tantamount to an orgasm…hmmm…maybe in a tantric kind of way, I wonder??

There are now even channels to watch ASMRotica. Yup!

I found an older clip of an ASMRotica pioneer that I read about in researching this.
The vid was about her sucking on a lollipop.

A rainbow lollipop.

A rainbow lollipop in an elongated shape.

Yep. Eleven minutes of her eating a dick shaped lollipop in front of the camera. She’s had about 89,000 views. In another, she erotically eats her chicken salad. 20,000 views on that one. The trick, she said in the article, was to slow the words down; Enunciate. Every. Consonant. Watching and listening to her…well, I just have to say, she gives good sounds!

As I watched the lollipop vid, it made me think of the old “Flashdance” scene where the young heroine is eating lobster with her dashing date in a restaurant. “How’s the lobster?” he asks. “It sucks” her sexy reply, as she slurps the meat…

ASMR runs the gamut in sounds from whispered words to paper scrunching, to hair brushing. Yup, someone actually makes money on a video that shows her brushing her hair for an hour! Maybe I should try that??? To be honest, I never spend that much time on my hair!


I must admit, I fell victim to the mesmerizing quality of ASMR in a youtuber I am currently following. This twenty-something is somewhat of a sensation in the youtube world. She is living off the grid in a tiny house somewhere in my state. She sometimes has to climb a meadowed mountain just to get cell service. She picks elderberries along the way; bathes in a shallow river stream; weaves her own wool for a warm poncho; and farms organically, of course.

Along with sweeping vistas and her cuteness in the river and out, are the correlating sounds. Everything from the flowing water to the carrots being pulled out of the earth, to her grinding her coffee beans and pouring the boiling hot water into the coffee mug is recorded and shared.

I didn’t notice I was captured by it until I made my own coffee after watching her latest video. I listened with intensity as I poured the water I heard it drip though the grounds and hit the glass coffee pot. I closed my eyes for a moment as I heard the gentle rotation of my spoon stirring in the cream. Then the tinkling tappity tap of the spoon as I caught the drips off the spoon into my mug.

It conjured up a radio show from my youth.
Back when AM was king, and the radio announcers were local celebrities. KISN was the premier station to listen to where I lived. Then as now, they would run contests for listeners to call in. This one time they ran an audio contest, “What is it?”, where they would record a sound and the callers would try to identify what they were hearing. They played that audio clip over and over, for a couple of weeks at least. No one could figure out what that sound was! Finally, a caller sheepishly asked, “Is it a plastic spoon in a coffee cup?” It was the right answer and the caller whooped and hollered right along with the DJ that day!

If anything, slowing down to hear, really hear something, has given me a sense of mindfulness that I can so easily ignore most days. It gave me a feeling of meditative calm; of being in the present, the now and connected me to the mundanity of my existence in a fresh way.

Who would’ve ever thought that making coffee could be so sensual??

What about you? Any sounds conjure up peace and serenity for you? Or better, what sounds might turn you on when you really think about it?
HNW - To Cap it off - Play Ball!
Posted:Sep 1, 2021 10:23 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2021 10:16 am
didn't realize how much of a collection of Baseball caps I own until I did this!!

Then it was Hats off to you!

Then my pussy wanted to be in the picture too!

Happy HNW, y'all!

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Episode...oh hell, I lost count! An Evening of Flirty Fun!
Posted:Aug 31, 2021 1:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2021 10:15 am

I like the flirty fun that comes with this site. I am most attracted to those that can turn a clever phrase, write poetry or are quick-witted with one-liners that make me smile. That’s what caught me with TOG, if you‘ve been following my earlier posts at all. [See “TOG and The Bistro”]

Another hottie I chat with calls me his “Sherpa”; as if I could be his guide on this site, LOL!! We exchange some hot and hilarious comments/check-ins every month or so. We report to each other about our journey on here so far. We’ve yet to meet; tho’ I once got lost heading to see another friend [more on that later! ] and ended up turning my car around in the parking lot of his office. We’ve planned some excellent adventures and ventures, he and I. I think we would make excellent business partners!

So yes, I love the flirty, sexy fun of it. Stimulating conversation and/or simply being attracted to someone in the first place.

It just happened a couple weeks ago on a Tuesday night.

We were out listening to music at a neighborhood pub. We go there regularly for the open mic jam so the hubs has opportunity to play. The music is a variety, mainly bluesy. It’s a brew pub that has the music on the back patio with an outdoor seating area made up of a few sturdy picnic tables and benches facing the stage and behind them a row of cable spool tables [so popular when we were young folk back in the 70s] and chairs. Often, people bring their dogs.

There was one guy that I had seen there occasionally; usually standing in the back of the venue. I have noticed him before; most times he is there alone. This particular night he had a with him. It was a black lab, my favorite! I petted and scratched the dog’s ears as the pooch came my way to say hello. I found out his name; the dog’s name not the guy’s! He was named Jaeger after someone’s favorite liquor.** Jaeger liked me too. Enough so that he sniffed and then lifted his leg and marked his territory on the picnic table leg I was sitting at! He tagged my jeans too! The guy was very embarrassed at Jaeger’s behavior, and put the in the dawghouse [his truck]. I told him it was fine, no worries, it’ll wash.

The next thing I knew, the guy is coming towards me with a handful of napkins. I was thinking he was just going to hand them to me so I could clean myself off. Instead he gallantly kneels down in front of me. [yeah, think the prince kneeling to fit the glass slipper on Cinder’s foot!] With my hubs sitting next to me totally unaware of this scene, the guy gently but firmly holds the calf of my leg and starts dabbing at the marked spot on my pant leg.

It was an awkward, but totally sexy moment.

While he concentrated on the task at hand, I concentrated on studying him. He had closely cropped fine chestnut hair with a slight dappling of white on the sides. His hair was the soft and silky textured kind. The kind you just REALLY want to run your hands through. He has a chiseled jaw and strong arms. He has etched lines on either side of his mouth; that turned into dimples when he smiled. As he worked on the mark, his bicep flexed and stretched in the early evening sun; his shoulders and chest were defined and slightly exposed through his drab army green tank top. In that moment I fantasized leaning in to the crook of his neck to nuzzle and kiss and lic….at that moment, he was done. He looked up at me. The green shirt made his pale green eyes bright as they kind of bore in to me. For a second, I was transfixed. With that, I smiled and thanked him. The interlude was over. He then returned to his back of the house spot.

A few minutes later, he startled me as he came up from behind. I jumped when he came from seemingly out of nowhere. He placed his hand on my back and whispered in my ear. The music was loud; [what is it about musicians always turning up the volume as the night goes on??] so one is forced to lean in to hear. Okay, maybe for THAT reason, I didn’t mind the loud.

“Let me buy you a beer, please. I insist. Let’s see, you must be having a ‘Haz me, bro’, right?”

This place has some great names for their custom brews, from “Haz me, bro’” to “Needs More Cowbell”, the reader board with the current offerings always puts a smile on my face.

“Yes! I’m impressed you can tell just by looking at it”, I said, now fully recovered from the shock/joy of him bending down so near me.

“Can I buy him one too?” he said with his head inclined towards the hubs.

“Honey! He wants to buy you a beer! Do you want another one?” The hubs, so engrossed in the music, didn’t notice that the guy was so close to me…or maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t mind.

He came back with the beers and I invited him to sit at our table, across from me. He preferred to kneel between me and the hubs. They talked music for a bit. I sipped my beer and listened, joining in occasionally.

The house band played one of their usual songs, a danceable one. The regular dancers were there, along with a few new ones. The cute boho couple [*boho* a style reminiscent of the 70s, hippie movement.] The woman had a long flowing dress on, Birkenstocks, and a floppy brimmed hat. Her partner was decked in jeans and a t-shirt with a heavy metal graphic on it. There was our regular sweetheart 80-year-old! A spry wisp of a woman who can go so low and crouch down and back up without a hitch! Puts even the 30 year olds to shame! Turns out she’s a former go-go dancer from back in the day – Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-in! She loves to tease the conga player, and make him blush as she gyrates her hips close to him right at his eye level.

Two beers in and I was up there with them, hips moving, arms floating, hair tossing, feeling free and open, and sexy, and well, a little tipsy. I caught him watching me as I moved. Or maybe he was watching the guitar solo…hmmm, hard to tell. But there was a fresh beer waiting for me back at our table.

After the last set had finished I went to where he was standing to thank him again for the beers. It was then that I found out his name, and learned a bit more about him. I laughed at his words, gently touching his forearm as I did. I have an instinctive thing about touching an arm in order to secure one’s attention. I don’t even realize I do it, really. But this time it wasn’t instinctive, it was intentional.

All that flirting was fun. I’ve never done it right in front of the hubs before. It was harmless, really. As we walked to our car, I looked back at him. He was looking too. I turned back and smiled.

Hope I see him again…the dog, I mean

**If I had named my pet after my fav liquor…it would be Tito – would be a good name for a pet, dontcha think?

What about you? Are you a harmless flirt?

Fakery, F*ckery, Scams and Shams
Posted:Aug 19, 2021 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2021 7:31 am
There have been lots of comments and posts lately about the fakery, fuckery, shams, scams and bots on here. I think we have all suffered a few. But I just have to laugh. Some are downright hilarious. So far on this journey, I’ve had:

• A professional Athlete:
Yup, a professional football player [complete with his jersey number prominently displayed and his publicity shot; the “I’m so good as a running back; or whatever position it was, leaping over the opponent” autographed action pic] – yeah, right! Now, who would be that open about themselves being on a site like this?? Especially during their season??

• A Sugar Daddy [at my age???]
Then I had a guy clear on the other side of the states propose to be my very own, personal Sugar Daddy. No strings attached. Money no object! He wanted me to call his phone number to get things rolling immediately!!

• A Famous Musician
The latest incarnation of fakes ‘n fuckery was last week when I got a message supposedly from Keith Urban. Yep, the cute rockin’ Country singer married to Nicole Kidman. OMG! Who’s he kiddin’ man??? [okay, I couldn’t resist, the pun was right there in front of me waiting to be typed! Lol]
Not only were there pics of him, but he said he was looking for new fans…what’s he gonna do, cam his concerts on here??!! Couldn’t he just buy thousands of fans on Instagram or twitter to bump his numbers up like all the other influencers?

Speaking of Instagram…I went on there for business reasons. Instagram for me, aka “the techno-tard”, has a steep learning curve [well, that and Pinterest!]. It took getting a lesson from my millennial co-worker for me to figure the app out. During this time though, I received a post from none other than Prince Harry! Imagine that?!!! Yeah, Prince Harry reached out to me for help on his Instagram account!! Oh wait! Maybe it was Prince Andrew…

sigh, you know, so many princes, so little time!

Seriously, though, does reporting these do any good? Are they bots? Jokesters? Or really shy folks who hide behind more aliases than a regular username?

How about you? Any brushes with, ahem, “fame” on this site?? Or any fun fakes to share??

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