You know, a good friend said to me yesterday that I should be patient. That I should wait.
That it’s some kind of stupid long weekend in America and that she hasn’t had time.
SHE’S HAD AN ENTIRE FUCKING WEEK!
A WHOLE WEEK!
Yes, yes, we’re talking about Scotty’s other woman. His fiance. His… well at this rate, anger making cuntmonkeyface.
Today, today I’m full of good things. I’m centered, I’m feeling the love for my people, it’s strong, it’s steady and it’s a constant stream along those lines that connect my heart to theirs. Can you feel it? I hope you can, I lovers you all.
I was told I should be patient and take the high road. I retorted with I will take the high road. Right after I step on that bitches face to step up to it.
And that is where I stand right now.
I’m so angry I could swim over there just to kick her arse around like a little basketball and then swim home again.
But I hold my tongue. I messaged Scotty last week to ask if she’d gotten the message. He says that they are currently with family up north and that he’s sure she will reply when she has a spare minute. This morning I realise from pictures they are back in Vegas. Where has polite manners gone these days? A quick note back from her to say “Thanks for your message, currently engaged with family for holidays and will get back to you when I have a spare moment” would have been sufficient. But what do I get? Nothing.
A BIG FAT NOTHING.
Well fuck you too.
End rant here.
Sighs miserably. Why can’t she love me?
Just before leaving San Antonio I booked online through Expedia a room. A room in a hotel. That had advertised that it was close to Austin city and affordable. Read cheap.
Where do I sign up?
And you know how it’s a good thing to be frugal on your travels and booking hotel rooms right? Right.
I hop on the greyhound in San Antonio and gleefully enjoy the 1 hour drive to Austin. I do love short bus rides. No really it means that there is no strange just-out-of-jail men wanting to grope my boobs at 3am.
The fun kind of swinging!
So, you know. I thought I should broach this topic. Swinging. And not like the photo up there, think a warehouse space, with lots of rooms, with lots of people… just shagging. Every which way you can think of.
It’s not really kinky per se, but there is a lot of kinky people who swing.
I just don’t happen to be one of them.
When she suggested the idea to her husband she was quite surprised that he was not upset. On the contrary he seemed quite interested. It took them a while to find the courage but they finally gave it a try.
They both liked it and it improved their sex lives for a while. But the one thing my client had not expected was feeling jealous when her husband had sex with women who, in her opinion, were better looking and more sexy than she was.
Although she is an attractive woman she began to feel more and more insecure. She decided not to take part in swinging any more but her husband is now disappointed and blames her for suggesting it in the first place. – taken from this article