Return to Cebu

Well, I am off to Cebu in a few weeks.

I am so looking forward to seeing my friends there! Yes, I will have lots of work to do there. But there will be evenings and one weekend. I am not sure if Pip will be in town, it would be fun to see here. But she lives in Manila and I would not think of asking her to fly down, just to see me.
It’s not like my visits to the east when I can just drive into town to see a friend and have a nice dinner.

Say Wow!

I had barely met Pipsqueak when we went out for a smoke. She asked me how long I had been married.
Twenty-two fun years.
She attacked.

There was all manner of questions about my marriage, how long we had known each other. Some of these were pretty personal and I just couldn’t figure out who put the huge chip on her shoulder.
The questions went on and I began to see where she was going.
“But don’t you get tired of the same thing?” she asked.
“No.”
“But it’s like having the same pork chop every night!”
“But Wonder Girl is never the same woman twice.”

That seemed to stop her, for what could she say?

I learned later, why she was asking the questions, why she was so hostile towards men. I understand. But I think she was asking the wrong man, to explain other men. At least other types. It always makes me wonder about the others, what they think, how they feel. Perhaps they think differently, perhaps their expectations are unrealistic.

But I guess that happens to a lot of people. They meet some cutie, hottie, stud-puppy, whatever you want to call them. And they expect that person to never change.

Everybody changes.

When I first met Wonder Girl, she was sitting at her desk in the loan department.
I remember my first thought when I saw her.
It was simply ‘Wow!’.

It wasn’t just her pretty face or her attractive figure. There was a sparkle in her eyes that told me there was intelligence behind that pretty face.
And when she smiled, there was a hint of mischief; and that smile spread up to here eyes, and they sparkled even more.

And now it is over twenty-five years later, and I still think ‘Wow!’ when I see here. Maybe it’s when I see her in shorts and a tee shirt, working in the garden. Maybe all dressed up to go out to dinner. And of course, when I catch a glimpse of her coming out of the shower, all naked and glorious!

Maybe I am lucky, for it seems that she has not changed much in all these years. Maybe I just love her so much that I can’t see the changes. I don’t care. I just love to see here. Love to hold her in my arms. Love to see her mischievous smile and the sparkle in her eyes.

I wish my friends have my luck.

Nose Tampons

No, I have no clue as to why, but starting about three years ago, I suddenly developed allergies.
The paper said that tree pollen was high yesterday. The water level in my nose was equally high.
Even experimenting with various antihistamines and decongestants didn’t quite staunch the flow. Plus it just makes you feel bad.
Sometimes I wish they make little nose tampons. Something to absorb that constant little drip of mucus.

One or the other

Either what happens when you store heavy items in the garage rafters.

Or what happens when the builder uses a beam that has a huge knot in it.

Or a little of both

In Dreams

During my morning walk, I suddenly remembered the dream I had last night.

I dreamt that I was in my hotel room and she(who shall remain nameless) was there.
She was sitting on the carpet, shivering, so I walked over to her, sat down next to her. I pulled her into my lap and hugged her.
I had no idea why she was cold, but she needed my warmth, just as she needed to be held. I do remember thinking that this could go terribly wrong, since I should not have a young woman in my hotel room, regardless of the fact that she just needed someone to hold her. I knew that if she turned her head and kissed me, that I would not be able to resist her; just as I knew she would never do that.
There were lines that were not to be crossed, despite our closeness to the line.

And I mulled over these events as I walked the dog.
Now I may not always be a gentleman, but I at least try and put the gentleman before the warthog. But dreams are not real. In real life, you gain points by being the gentleman, lose points by being the warthog. In dreams, you can do whatever you want. You don’t gain or lose, dreams don’t count.
And here was a perfect situation to let the warthog loose. Unleash the beast. Pick this woman up in my arms, carry her to the bed, undress her. Let my hands and tongue explore her delicious body. What better way to warm someone, than in a tight, naked embrace.

Maybe she would like to know that even in dreams, I am the gentleman. I am sure that is a much better thought, than some hulking, slathering beast pawing on her.

But of course, I will tell her none of this. Why make her skin crawl and her stomach queasy?

Words never die on the Internet

Amusing that something is still popular.

Back before there was the world wide web, you could post things on the Usenet groups. People would read it and sometimes comment. So few people out there. My friend asked me to post a story of hers. So I did.

That was over thirteen years ago!

And some years ago, I was googling my old email address, and here was the story!

For fun, this weekend, I checked again.

Eight different erotic websites have the story. Two miss-categorized it!

I guess she is lucky I did not use her name or email address.

Of course if you were to search for D…@Z… you could find it.

That does make it unlucky for me, because the company name is on it. Hmmm…I did work with a lot of pranksters back then and we didn’t have much in the way of security. Yeah, I can always say someone used my computer during lunch.

What might be more interesting, is how easy I found it. If you search for an Elizabeth Lowell, or a Patty Brown, you would get thousands of hits. Search for D… @ Z… you get 8.

Something so easily found and no one is looking for it.

Aric’s panties

We have a hedge in front. Unfortunately, the little shits that go to the schools nearby like to stuff their garbage in the hedge as the walk to and from school.

As we took the dog for a walk recently, I mentioned to WG that I wouldn’t mind it just once, I found some money in the hedge. Maybe a wallet with ten bucks and no ID. Something instead of candy bar wrappers and soda cans.

A few weeks ago, as we left for our walk, I noticed a backpack on the front lawn. I picked it up when we got back. There was just the name Aric on it. I took it in back and looked through it. Perhaps I’d find the full name of the person. Maybe we could get it back to the owner.
Inside was a pair of jean shorts. No ID in the pocket, but I found three dollars. Inside the backpack was the cellophane wrapper from a pack of cigarettes, the wrappers from some glow sticks and glow necklaces and a pair of girls panties.

Yes, the slimeboys I used to work with would tell me to sell them on eBay. No thanks. I am not even gonna touch them. I picked everything up and dumped it into the garbage.

So who was Aric? Did she smoke? Maybe she was at a party and used the glow-necklace? What was up with the change of clothes?

Perhaps I really don’t want to know.