It's safe to write again

Like being caught. .. I guess.

Last week I met up with a long time  hmmm friend I will call him that. We are bonded by similar interests.

Although we have had random sex twice in our two years together.
He mostly likes to talk and touch himself.  Whether in person or over the phone.

This time we met in a parking lot by the inlet.

I have a feeling he does this often.

Watching the ice flos pass we touched eacher.

No place to meet up is a problem.

Although I have the keys to friends apartments it creeps me out that they could come home on their lunch hour. ..or their child could.

Getting caught is not something I like.

Not after the phone company lady came in on what was an amazing birthday with the truck driver.

There's been a break through

A fellow blogger posted some information regarding the non closure of sites like this.

So I may start rambling in your ear again.

Wish I had some sexy stuff but it has been pretty dry.

I feel lonely

It's a good thing .....at least I feel something. 

And I miss me. Who ever I was .... I long time ago.

I loved music. ...deep and dark. With coffee ...in the morning,  and late at night. In the dark of winter.

I miss me.

If you would like to continue see and reading my blog please let me know I will add you to my contact list. Also after changes take affect you can invite friends.

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My blog is being deleted

Oh no what to do????

The diet

The husband is on a diet. ...which means I am too.
It's not so bad I need to loose 20 lbs.
This diet is easy, I loose weight even if I cheat.

Best part. .Husband is sober.
It's not great, but a huge improvement.

At the very bottom of the list

At the top, the wife the kids,
The family, friends,
The coworkers, 
Poly higher ups,
It might come latter on if at all,

For the truck driver never.

I am less than a dirty secret.

Our love glances escape even the finely tuned ears and eyes that know, and have experience.

If it were young, free, it would be felt by all who know and sighed with,
Winked at, acknowledged.

It sits in the corner like a forgotten photograph, a scrap of paper not yet tossed aside.

And waits......