For New Readers

You might enjoy reading about Lestat, the temperamental narcissistic sociopath, whom I met online in 1998. His ungodly acts of deceit and treachery devastated that fateful year in my life. This story marks the inspirational beginning of the blog and takes about 19 chapters to tell. Start at the beginning and work your way through the archives. This story is guaranteed to send you into a frenzy of disgust over Lestat's antics, or over my willingness to put up with him. Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

My Adventures with JMSG, Part 1

It's time to give him his own thread, considering the role he has in my life right now.

Needless to say I am surprised by how much I like him, happy in fact, by how much I like him. He likes me too and feels somewhat torn about getting involved, knowing I will be leaving in January.

Regardless, he said to me: "If things are going good between us when it is time for you to go, I am not opposed to waiting for you....I have done that before."

Wow. I have never had anyone say such a thing to me. It has caused me to consider the possibility of coming back to PoDunk, when that was explicitly not my plan.

Honestly, the only thing that could get me to come back here would be a relationship....but he and I don't have that much time to establish one. Between now and January I have three lengthy trainings to attend: 2 weeks here, 3 weeks there, then 2 weeks again.

But he keeps telling me he is content with us, that he really likes me, and wants to continue getting to know me and getting to know what it is like to be with me.

I feel the same way. Ironic - considering I have to leave soon....

Last night he asked me about my last boyfriend, RD. I knew he would react to the age difference between us, even though RD was/is legal. JMSG did indeed freak out, as I had feared. I know my relationship history is "colorful" and I am also aware it could be the one thing that someone might use to rule me out as a potential mate. Why? Because it appears I can't, won't, or don't want to have healthy, long-term relationships.

He is the opposite - he has had nothing but long-term relationships - his recent one lasted 10 years, although he has never been married. He considers most of his relationships successful.

So I told him about Lestat, to give him some insight as to why I haven't had healthy serious relationships for the past several years. He seemed to understand a bit more, but still, it makes me look damaged.

And well, I probably am. But that doesn't mean I can't or won't have a good relationship - with the right person.

I explained to him that the arena of my love-life seems to be the one area where life has squeezed in most of my lessons. Because, when I look at family, friends, career - everything else seems to go okay with the normal ups and downs. I told him it's like I have agreed on some level, to have hardship or lessons in my love-life so that I don't have to have it in every area of my life. So it makes it look like I have a lot of "drama" when the rest of my life is normal like everyone else's.

I don't know if he accepted that, but he wants to see me again tonight.

He said he doesn't know how he feels about the whole RD thing, but if it bothers him enough, my guess is he will start to pull away and I will notice that in seconds flat. And well, it will be just another example of something really big dividing the relationship - just another confirmation for me that something long-term just isn't going to happen - at least for now.

Even so, he is great in every way. I like everything about him so far, but the jury is still out. It has actually only been two weeks since our first date! Seems like I have known him longer.

Time will tell....
Yours faithfully,
Blue

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The Adventures of Match.com, Scene 5

JMSG Revisited

I saw him again two times this week - Thursday and Saturday. Both were his idea. I was wondering prior if he was blowing me off. I saw him Sunday and had a great time. The next day we texted back and forth, he said he had a great time with me.

I texted, "let me know when you want to see that scary movie..."

And he never texted back. I thought I was opening the door for him to make plans with me during the week, but all I got was a silent response. So I tested the waters with a rather neutral text the next day. He then came up with the idea of having a scary movie night on Thursday, and cooking me dinner on Saturday.

Okay so he wasn't blowing me off, but I wondered if he was one of those people that have a hard time responding to messages and making plans.

Anyway, I saw him Thursday and we watched the original Japanese version of The Grudge. The American version scared the crap out of me and I didn't want to be alone. I thought the original Japanese version would be even scarier....but it wasn't. The American version was much better.

So we giggled and made fun of the movie...and I ended up staying the night because there was in fact a really creepy scene and I didn't want to be in my bed alone with the fear that some crazy ghost might be leaning over my bed. :)

Our first kiss happened after we were already in bed...which he commented he thought was "funny." He wasn't sure I was giving him the green light. I tried to explain that at first I am always just a little guarded or shy, but once we break the ice, that all goes away.

So we made out but I eventually insisted we go to sleep.

...Then there was Saturday....

We met late so there was no time for dinner, so he came over to my place and we talked and kissed some more, then eventually ended up in my bed.

In terms of my concern discussed earlier, I will have to acquiesce with those people who commented that technique is more important:)

He had great technique, but more importantly, he had the kind of attitude I love - the desire to learn and the desire to please. There is nothing better than that in a lover.

We talked about him coming to Cabo with me in October, and he wants to go!

I am excited.

He is lovable in every way. I will miss him when I have to leave PoDunk for good.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Adventures of Match.com, Scene 4

The Body-Builder

We met at a local coffee shop yesterday.

He walked in with cargo shorts, and a long t-shirt cut off at the sleeves revealing intricate tattoos on each rippling shoulder and bicep. He had long hair - highlighted blond, and pulled back in a pony-tail with several black rubber bands spaced evenly down the tail, from the base of his neck to the middle of his lower back. When I gave him a hug, I felt the pony-tail, with the over-processed hair, and with the scalloped feel of the rubber bands, press against my forearm. I wondered for just a split second what it was until I saw what hung down in back.

He wore sporty sun-glasses pushed up to his forehead to reveal incredible blue eyes flanked by laugh-lines deepened by years of over-tanning.

Then he opened his mouth.

Standing to his side while he ordered coffee, I noticed he had at least one missing tooth, leaving a visible gap in his smile - the tooth behind the incisor. While talking face to face, I noticed both of those teeth were missing on each side, and I got a closer look at what was actually going on with his choppers.

He teeth were unevenly spaced, chipped and had black stain, like rot, around some of the edges. I couldn't help thinking this was the mouth of a former (or current) crack addict: Missing teeth, chipped, yellow and black.

And he had a bump on the left side of his upper lip that hug over his front tooth. At first I wasn't sure if it was a herpe. But no, it wasn't red and blistery - it was just a fleshy bump - a minor deformity of some kind that misshaped his mouth.

But that wasn't all.

He was a tremendous spittle talker. I thought the original ST was bad, but no. The Body-Builder had such an accumulation of saliva, that 2-3 threads of spit stretched between his parted lips each time he spoke. Excessive amounts of saliva gathered in the corner of his mouth so that white marks had dried there, betraying this condition.

He wiped his mouth often, and licked his lips in the unconscious efforts to keep the saliva from escaping down his chin.

Not only did his spittle deter me, but he spoke with a "hicksville" dialect which made him seem uneducated, "I didn't see nothin'" instead of "I didn't see anything."

It's tragic really, he seemed like a sincere person and interesting, but not someone I could be romantic with. He had a beautiful body and the tattoos did not bother me one bit, but the crack-addict mouth and the hick-speak took away any romantic iotas I may have hoped t have in his direction.

But have no fear, I am seeing JMSG tonight which I am very excited about. And I have a date with The Software Exec. on Friday:).

Stay tuned!
Yours ever faithful,
Blue

Monday, September 08, 2008

The Adventures of Match.com, Scene 3

Just-My-Size-Guy

Finally. I met him last night. It seemed like an eternity since I first saw his profile. I knew I wanted to meet him right away, but our schedules prevented it.

When I saw him I knew to expect he would be short. I think we are about the same height - 5'7". Since I was prepared for this it didn't bother me at all. Plus he was absolutely adorable.

Absolutely adorable!

Black, curly hair, dark brown eyes, goatee, olive skin, nice smile. He was scrumptious. I wondered about his smile, being the teeth connoisseur I am, because there were no teethy smiles in his profile and you know how I feel about that.

Well, he had one rogue tooth - the one in front was a bit misshapen. However, it gave him character rather than grossed me out. (Plus his teeth were white and straight and so one rogue tooth is not going to bother me.)

We decided to go to sushi, happily. He knows a lot more about it than I do, and I looooove sushi. He introduced me to quail egg, which I never would have tried on my own. I actually enjoyed it.

Turns out we have some cool things in common - he loves horror and sci-fi as much as I do. This never happens boys and girls, never! I only have one other friend who likes those kind of movies. Everyone else just thinks I am a weirdo:) but not JMSG!

AND he is not a morning person like me. So he could relate to the "don't bother me before my coffee" thing in the morning. Those people who love to get up early and are all chipper in the morning make me want to engage in violent acts upon small rodents.

AND he loves to cook! Cool, because I love to eat:)

AND he is a professional musician outside of his full time "gainful" employment. He has an advanced degree in a helping profession. I love that. I love musicians, but don't love how they are always broke. This one isn't:)

Sigh.

I likey.

I want to smoosh his adorableness.

So, no goodnight kiss though. That's okay as long as I get a chance to do that soon.

Oh I almost forgot one important thing. He has small hands. Seriously, I think his fingers are shorter than mine. I have never seen that before. Sooo....

Does this mean his penis is small?????? Ahhhhh! Don't let it be!!!!!

I can't confirm this in my own experience because it has been so long since I have been with someone with a small wiener that I don't remember if their hands were small too!!

Is the myth true???

Please don't let it be!

He seemed to like me. He said so. And he was complimentary, which I liked. Hopefully I will see him again soon.

I want to be naughty and check out the package situation. Naughty, naughty Blue.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

The Adventures of Match.com, Scene 2

The Cowboy

In his pictures he was wearing a cowboy hat. Hence the nickname. But actually he was anything but a cowboy. He works for an intel company:)

Anyway he recently moved to town and responded to my profile. I liked his pictures - he looked adequately cute and I liked his voice.

We met for coffee.

I wasn't like "wow" when I saw him, but he was not unattractive. He had a great smile which was a huge plus. He looked thinner in his photos though....

I am just not attracted to "soft" men who have some pudge. His profile said "toned and athletic" but it didn't look that way in person.

I would have to get his clothes off to know for sure and that would make me a naughty Blue!

Anyway, he has three kids which he has with him every weekend. So - I would never be able to see him on the weekends.

I did like him though, we had a good conversation and I could see myself going out with him again. But I am not sure what could develop when weekends are out.

But truthfully, I am holding out for the Just-My-Size-Guy.

"What is a just-my-size-guy, Blue?" You ask inquisitively.

Well, lemmetellya!

A JMSG is a man who is not tall, but when you hug him, he fits perfectly - so he is "just my size." I have dated a few just-my-size-guys in the past. And while I do prefer taller men, sometimes happy things come in small packages:)

JMSG is someone I haven't met yet but want to real bad. He is adorable in his photos and I like his personality.

Hopefully we will meet this week, but I just got home from the holiday and I am going to my cabin this weekend. If I like him, I want to invite him to go with me, so I have to meet him ASAP!!!!

Plus I am going to Cabo (yeah, baby!) in October and would love to have a date to help me make new memories of Cabo to write over my last Cabo memories with RD.

Oh, and I am probably going to meet the Body Builder. He is overly tan, has long blond hair and looks like a motorcycle dude, but I loved his e-mails.

Stay tuned!

Yours faithfully,
Blue