Isolated Blurts - The HT Cafe Way
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Saucyminx
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It's always nice to found out via Facebook that one's brother got married.
Part of the reason I'm not on Facebook--I'd rather not know what my family is doing. My oldest brother came to my parent's house (many moons ago) and told us he got a divorce. . . and then that he had gotten married to another woman on the post-divorce celebratory ski trip. I gave up on the lot of them right about then.
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If I was to explain what I meant by adding an "e" to goats you might be tempted to do an image search and then you would hate me forever.
Saucyminx
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If I was to explain what I meant by adding an "e" to goats you might be tempted to do an image search and then you would hate me forever.
My dear quolly bear. . . I couldn't hate you for a New York second let alone forever you silly silly man.
Why oh why did my boss feel it necessary to not only have me do my presentation at the symposium today, but to hand me hers 5 minutes before go time and say "Oh, you know this stuff. . . you go ahead and give my presentation too. . ." and then promptly jump up afterwards and say, just a few things I need to elaborate on further from the presentation. . . .
GRRRRRRRRR! Next time give your own fucking presentation you lazy cow!
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This is going to be intentionally vague because I don't want to give out a lot of details, but a member of another forum I lurk on reached out to the community after experiencing something very traumatic and life-altering. I've been amazed at how everyone has rallied around her.
Fake friends, indeed. People who say that online friendships aren't "real" can suck it.
Fake friends, indeed. People who say that online friendships aren't "real" can suck it.
silverwhisper
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amen to that, eilan. we've both seen a slew of instances like that, i think.
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Wish me luck. . . off to chaperone a field trip for the middle school's gifted program to a museum. . . which essentially means dealing with a bunch of little know-it-alls for the day. Good thing they are still gullible at age 13 or this would be no fun at all!
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This is going to be intentionally vague because I don't want to give out a lot of details, but a member of another forum I lurk on reached out to the community after experiencing something very traumatic and life-altering. I've been amazed at how everyone has rallied around her.
Fake friends, indeed. People who say that online friendships aren't "real" can suck it.
I couldn't agree more.
Hey, Eilan, did you have bad storms the other night?
Eilan
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We had some storms, but they weren't nearly as strong as what you folks got hammered with.
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(((hugs))) Goodbyes, no matter the reason, are painful. I know how trite that sounds.
I wish I had some wisdom for you -- well, I do sort of. Time. Time lessens the hurt. But I know how you feel, and if I can do anything... well, my dear, you know where to find me.
silverwhisper
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sorry to hear that, bailadora. my inbox is at your disposal.
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sorry to hear that, bailadora. my inbox is at your disposal.
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So what is the damn point? I've tried to postulate, theorize, romanticize, and even optimize the whole concept of a relationship and guess what happened? It worked. It fucking worked. I figured out how to act when I first approached someone I wanted to be in a relationship with, got to know each other, and even when it came to the inevitable fight that would keep me happy and leave most things content. I'm not going to say it was an equation that I had to plug numbers into but I am going to say that I could predict what my partners would do a day ahead of time. I really could. Nine out of Ten times I could do it and it made me happy. Quite happy...except for that loneliness that crept up after the breakups.
It would be after that fight. That big one that conglomerated around the big issues in the relationship that tried to be avoided for so long. Religion, culture, family members, job related problems, a hidden lie, and... well you know, those big problems that you know will ruin the whole shebang if the conversation is let out of the bag. And goddammit, I wish we weren't right about that. But what can you do?
I accepted this flaw in the system though. I really did. I'd move on and look for the next one that might not have so many of these big problems and that would be the one. Guess that makes me traditional. What can I say? I like thinking I can have that one woman that will stick by my dumb ass after I start rotting away at the age of 70. I know it makes me selfish but at least I'm up front about it. That counts for something, right? I thought it would all end up equating to a reasonable probability until I met her.
That woman. That woman... I met her...or rather, she met me. There I was, going to the tutoring lab as usual. Sitting down next to my friend and studying before a student came up next to me and asked me to help them with their homework. It is a nice job. I actually like it. I even try to make it seem like I am not even helping them at all.. say things like...you know what? I'm straying off topic. Sorry about that. See, this is what she does to me. Or maybe it's what I let her do to me. Either way, we saw each other in that lab. My friend introduced me to her. He was teaching her Calculus. I was teaching him Thermodynamics and Partial Differential Equations. So, he decided to call me a genius in front of her because of that. She apparently found that attractive and that's where it started.
She introduced herself to me and asked me about myself. I gave a smile and told her I wanted to be a Taxi Cab driver when I graduated. Her giggles heightened when I told her I still needed to work on parallel parking. So, I guess she liked my humor. It was strange though. I wasn't trying to flirt with her. Actually, when I saw her, I thought, "This person would be a great friend." Honest to god. Was not thinking that sex would ever be involved days later. But there it was, 8 days later, laying down in my bed with her.
Two condoms on the floor and her wrapped around me whispering to me that we were meant to be one over and over again. It was all too much. A woman that obviously didn't think of this as a one night stand, me never having a one night stand before in my life, and then the really fucked up thing going through my head. I actually told her we need to be together for life. Why did I say that? Why did she not freak out? Why were we so comfortable with this? To this date, I've broken up with her 3 times...she's broken up with me once...and about 1 hour after each of those, we wind up wrapped in sheets and sweat and throbbing hearts. This is too much of a roller coaster. I need to break this off. But why do I stare at my phone every hour, hoping she'll call me, while she's at work?
It would be after that fight. That big one that conglomerated around the big issues in the relationship that tried to be avoided for so long. Religion, culture, family members, job related problems, a hidden lie, and... well you know, those big problems that you know will ruin the whole shebang if the conversation is let out of the bag. And goddammit, I wish we weren't right about that. But what can you do?
I accepted this flaw in the system though. I really did. I'd move on and look for the next one that might not have so many of these big problems and that would be the one. Guess that makes me traditional. What can I say? I like thinking I can have that one woman that will stick by my dumb ass after I start rotting away at the age of 70. I know it makes me selfish but at least I'm up front about it. That counts for something, right? I thought it would all end up equating to a reasonable probability until I met her.
That woman. That woman... I met her...or rather, she met me. There I was, going to the tutoring lab as usual. Sitting down next to my friend and studying before a student came up next to me and asked me to help them with their homework. It is a nice job. I actually like it. I even try to make it seem like I am not even helping them at all.. say things like...you know what? I'm straying off topic. Sorry about that. See, this is what she does to me. Or maybe it's what I let her do to me. Either way, we saw each other in that lab. My friend introduced me to her. He was teaching her Calculus. I was teaching him Thermodynamics and Partial Differential Equations. So, he decided to call me a genius in front of her because of that. She apparently found that attractive and that's where it started.
She introduced herself to me and asked me about myself. I gave a smile and told her I wanted to be a Taxi Cab driver when I graduated. Her giggles heightened when I told her I still needed to work on parallel parking. So, I guess she liked my humor. It was strange though. I wasn't trying to flirt with her. Actually, when I saw her, I thought, "This person would be a great friend." Honest to god. Was not thinking that sex would ever be involved days later. But there it was, 8 days later, laying down in my bed with her.
Two condoms on the floor and her wrapped around me whispering to me that we were meant to be one over and over again. It was all too much. A woman that obviously didn't think of this as a one night stand, me never having a one night stand before in my life, and then the really fucked up thing going through my head. I actually told her we need to be together for life. Why did I say that? Why did she not freak out? Why were we so comfortable with this? To this date, I've broken up with her 3 times...she's broken up with me once...and about 1 hour after each of those, we wind up wrapped in sheets and sweat and throbbing hearts. This is too much of a roller coaster. I need to break this off. But why do I stare at my phone every hour, hoping she'll call me, while she's at work?
Saucyminx
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Foreplay
He comes up behind her, arms slipping around her rib cage, and leaning into her. She shivers as his lips barely graze her neck as he says quietly, “Tell me what you want.” Her lips part, warm breath escaping, but the words stay locked in her throat. Her teeth nibble her bottom lip and she sighs. He squeezes her a little tighter, less tenderly, more confining, more commanding. “Tell me,” he says again, his words as firm as his grip.
Head bowed, she doesn’t want to disappoint him, but voicing it is so hard. She tucks the words into her cleavage. “I want to fuck.” So quiet, faint, unsure. She tries it again, chin lifted, louder. She likes the taste the words leave in her mouth. “I want to fuck.” She feels his smile against the back of her neck, before his hands reach up to squeeze her breasts.
Now if I could just get myself to sit down and write sans panic attack long enough to put that in a story. . . well, actually nothing would happen except that I would have a whole story.
He comes up behind her, arms slipping around her rib cage, and leaning into her. She shivers as his lips barely graze her neck as he says quietly, “Tell me what you want.” Her lips part, warm breath escaping, but the words stay locked in her throat. Her teeth nibble her bottom lip and she sighs. He squeezes her a little tighter, less tenderly, more confining, more commanding. “Tell me,” he says again, his words as firm as his grip.
Head bowed, she doesn’t want to disappoint him, but voicing it is so hard. She tucks the words into her cleavage. “I want to fuck.” So quiet, faint, unsure. She tries it again, chin lifted, louder. She likes the taste the words leave in her mouth. “I want to fuck.” She feels his smile against the back of her neck, before his hands reach up to squeeze her breasts.
Now if I could just get myself to sit down and write sans panic attack long enough to put that in a story. . . well, actually nothing would happen except that I would have a whole story.
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He comes up behind her, arms slipping around her rib cage, and leaning into her. She shivers as his lips barely graze her neck as he says quietly, “Tell me what you want.” Her lips part, warm breath escaping, but the words stay locked in her throat. Her teeth nibble her bottom lip and she sighs. He squeezes her a little tighter, less tenderly, more confining, more commanding. “Tell me,” he says again, his words as firm as his grip.
Head bowed, she doesn’t want to disappoint him, but voicing it is so hard. She tucks the words into her cleavage. “I want to fuck.” So quiet, faint, unsure. She tries it again, chin lifted, louder. She likes the taste the words leave in her mouth. “I want to fuck.” She feels his smile against the back of her neck, before his hands reach up to squeeze her breasts.
Now if I could just get myself to sit down and write sans panic attack long enough to put that in a story. . . well, actually nothing would happen except that I would have a whole story.
Pardon me, but you need to write that. Now.
Saucyminx
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Pardon me, but you need to write that. Now.
I'm tryin. I've gone to bed with my notebook lying beside me for 4 days now. I think I'm almost ready, snippets are coming through. I guess we will see huh?
smoochies!
silverwhisper
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silverwhisper
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