Long Weekend

(This is a long post... about nothing more than a random weekend)

FRIDAY
Amazing how liberating walking out the front doors of my office can be. Fresh air, the weekend upon me, and I seemed to yet again have joie de vie.

TM called me as I was leaving work Friday afternoon and invited me over. As I had a hard, late Thursday night, and was completely exhausted for the majority of the day Friday, I explained that I wasn’t feeling or looking sassy enough to stop by. “Come on, you can take a shower here. You can get out of those clothes..." After it was determined that I was definitely heading home before anything… we began yet another one of our Special Conversations while I drove.

Getting into town I stopped at a stop sign. “When you go home, are you going to put on a skirt?” TM asked.

“I’m wearing a skirt and a booby shirt now, actually.”

“Lift up your skirt.”

I did. Looking at the SUV by me, wondering if they would notice what I was doing, I continued to stay stopped a few moments longer than I should have… “I can’t do this here. I’m going to crash my car.” I headed home, telling him to call me later if he’d like to finish what we had started. I went home, turned on the BBC News and my phone rang.

He called… ready to finish.

There is nothing hotter than hearing a man masturbate and cum. It sounds awesome! (Please do not take this as an invite to leave inappropriate messages on my phone.) Hearing him get excited and finish turned me on so completely, I did the same. Even now as I type this, thinking about it… ooo doggie…

I showered and got ready to go join Le, I-E and LaLo for cocktails at a restaurant down the street. I have this one top I wear when I’m not feeling as svelte as I like. Very low cut, the orange shirt is flowy over the tummy. Focus on the boobies, not the belly… it works. Most of my girlfriends can’t stop staring at ‘the girls’, often saying they want to touch them. Be my guest.

So I arrived, and this older gentleman (also in orange) said that he was “glad that I got the memo on wearing orange tonight”. I agreed and said I, too, was glad that he had checked his email. Throughout the evening he came out to near where we were seated, and we exchanged a few more comments back and forth.

The waitress shortly thereafter came over to us and said the gentleman would like to buy us a round of drinks. Le and I-E were on there way out and declined I didn’t want to feel obligated to speak to him while I finished my cocktail, so LaLo and I also declined, thanking him for the kind offer. The waitress approached him a moment later, saying “Well you did have one taker. I’ll put her wine on your tab.” He looked around to see who it was. This older frumpy lady in a bad outfit, not cute at all, sitting down the bench away from us totally jumped on our offer and ordered wine.

Now I shouldn’t get too pissed about it, as it wasn’t my money she was spending, but I couldn’t help but think, as I looked at her with her red wine in hand, that I should go over there and take it from her telling her it was mine anyway. Probably the closest she’s ever had at a man buying her a drink… I just sat there astonished at the balls she must be sporting under the taupe mess she called a dress.

The evening was finished enjoying saki and sushi at a Japanse suchi bar… yum.


SATURDAY
Saturday all of my friends were MIA, everyone was out of town for one reason or another, or out with their boys. Hair Man called LJ and asked if we wanted to have a poker party. She agreed and we invited a few people over last minute.

I texted TM and let him know about it, inviting him and whomever to drop by. I also told him I would try and have some hot chicks at my place for him. (Trying to instill to him that I don’t care to have anything more that what we do now going on.)

TM has this amazing group of guy friends. Hot. Hot. Hot. Have I mentioned they are sizzling hot? Before I had met TM, my girls and I would actually frequent bars that we knew they would be at, for the mere enjoyment of the eye candy it provided.

TM arrived in the evening with “He-Who-Knows-He’s-Hot”, two chicks visiting from NY, (Nice-girl hooking up with “HWKHH” and Cunt) and this totally cute tall boy, TDOM.

Now I had consumed a few cocktails prior to their arrival, so I must say that I didn’t get the names of any of the new people in my place. I talked with TM for a bit, then my attention was slightly diverted to this Tall Drink O’ Man. Wearing my tall shoes (that I am about 6’1” in) I still had to look up to look into the face of TDOM. Love that. In the first few moments of speaking with TDOM, Cunt came over and literally wedged her way in between TM and myself and began to speak with him.

At this time I assumed that TM wanted to pull Cunt (no pun intended) and I continued to talk with TDOM. He told me how he played the guitar, so we went into my bedroom where he grabbed my guitar and played songs for me for about half an hour. I wanted to maul him. If I ever have a son I will insist that he learn to play. He will never have a problem with the girls.

At the request (read: bitchy demands) of Cunt, we decided that we would race to the bar for last call, as she wasn’t content kicking it at my house any further. I went in my room to change followed by TDOM. I made him turn his back as I slipped into jeans and a tank (much more appropriate clothing for the neighborhood bar than a super short black skirt and a tube top). We walked out and TM looked at the two of us exiting my room, me now in a different outfit.

We went to the bar TDOM and I talking in the corner… he really is a cool guy. HWKHH and nice girl who he was pulling danced, Cunt sat at a table and TM joined her. Shortly thereafter Cunt stomped out and TM was left sitting there by himself. TM then got up to dance with HWKHH and nice girl. I looked at TDOM and said, “We can’t leave TM out there by himself.” So we also headed to the dance floor to enjoy a final dance prior to the lights being turned up.

I asked TM why he was trying to hook up with someone who was obviously such a cunt, and he said that he didn’t want to. The previous evening he got stuck with her, and the same thing had happened that night, too. Oh... oops.

On the way back to the truck (TDOM has this huge double cab truck… very much the Midwest boy that he is) TDOM and I discussed how he was going to be able to come back to my house. I told him that I would sit next to him, and we would drop everyone else off leaving him and me left. This plan was immediately shot to hell when HWKHH said that I was going home first, because I lived in the opposite direction.

So I was dropped off first, TDOM’s hand lingering in mine as I scooted across and out the passenger side of the cab, TM sitting behind him looking at me in disbelief.

Such a loser... I still didn’t know TDOM’s name. We never exchanged phone numbers… and the only way I know him is through TM, which could be awkward to ask for TDOM’s number.

I went my house inside bitching to anyone who would listen about what a cunt Cunt is, and how she left the bar, stomped across the street, and proceeded to sit on a bus bench calling her friends in NYC to complain about how much Orange County sucked. Cunt go back, you will not hurt our feelings in the least.

I went to bed and began my drunk-texting… (I really need a breathalyzer on my phone)

To JP (I had her speak with TDOM in an attempt to get his name) I sent:
“I love him… what’s his name…”

To TM I sent three consecutively:
“You guys better come back here after dropping them off. Seriously”
“What do you think about that? :) I miss you”
“…I miss you guys…”

Pathetic.


SUNDAY
I awoke Sunday Morning, excited that I met TDOM, but still unsure of his name, and not knowing how I could re-meet up with him. I called JP, who did remember his name. Yessssss.

I convinced LaLo that we needed to go enjoy some cocktails in town prior to going to a BBQ with her family. Thinking that perhaps we could casually walk by the Main Beach basketball courts that TDOM said that he often plays at, we headed out.

Getting into town, I changed my mind, upon seeing Tall P and two of his friends enjoying margaritas on the bar patio of a restaurant. They shouted and invited us over from the trolley we were in. Going into to the afternoon haze of their drunkenness, margaritas were poured and fun began.

At one point (and I’m not sure why) I jokingly, slowly felt myself up. This got the attention of not only the boys at the table, but also the men of the surrounding tables. Shots were sent over… I think in hopes of seeing what I would actually do wasted.

I made friends with the fun young couple visiting from San Diego sitting at the table next to us. While we were talking the boyfriend pulled out his phone and proceeded to show me nude pictures of his girlfriend. I must say she has great tits and an equally nice pussy… although when she realized that boyfriend was passing the phone/pictures around to the entire table I was sitting at, she took back the phone.

Some random old guy was wasted and horrible. Leaning a bit too close whenever he spoke I attempted to keep as much distance as possible. It wasn’t until he tried to grab LaLo’s breast, during a picture being taken, I lost it. You can fuck with me. I can handle it. Don’t you dare fuck with my friends.

The boys finally told him he needed to remove himself from our table. At which point he tried to kiss me. When I told him to get away he continued to lean in, as though that would have happened in a million years. He finally left our table… only to bother every other one around us.

LaLo left to go see her family and I stayed behind as I was now too wasted to make any first impression on any of my friend’s family. A little while later I left, and upon departure told boyfriend and girlfriend sitting next to us that they could stay at my house for the night, if they were unable to find a hotel room in town.

Thankfully they didn’t take me up on the offer… I might have difficulty explaining to LJ why we had more randoms staying with us.

The evening ended with a nice dinner (me drinking only water) with LaLo and SB.

As much as I tried to not let Sunday Funday lead to Monday Headache Day, I still struggled this morning as I awoke parched and feeling as though a good days rest is all I really needed… still.