Anti Abortionists Disgusted Me Today

I am so mad right now I could punch a kitten. This is out of disgust and repulsion at the depths these pro lifers have stooped to shock University of Calgary students into believing their message.

Now I realize that this is a touchy subject with most people and everyone has their side of the line they stand on. That's perfectly okay. Its great to have beliefs and stick to them as much as you want. I will not take a side one way or the other. Because it is not my right to try and persuade you to this side or the other. That's is not why I am angered at these idiots.

I will take a step back and describe what happened to get me so mad.

I was assigned to go to the University of Calgary to shoot and interview an anti abortion display that was in the middle of one of their main court yards. As I approached this display I noticed they were not alone. Across the path from the display was a pro choice group doing their best to give the other side of the argument. Back to the story.

So as I get closer I see that the University put a disclaimer that they didn't approve of the display ahead and that all requests for their display were ignored. For example. They were to turn the pictures inward so people could walk around inside without the images disturbing others walking around the campus. Well they did the opposite despite the requests and the University didn't do anything to correct this. Okay, fine, they were given some leniency.

As I approach the display all the same images of fetuses and aborted bits in a bloody pool were there for all to see. That is the typical images to shock and awe passer by's. Then with a closer look I also see images I couldn't believe they would put with already disturbing pictures.

They actually have now taken their anti abortion campaign and associated it with the genocide of WWII. They had the balls to put pictures of dead Jewish people from the second world war and put them along side these fetuses. REVOLTING. Then I saw a picture of a black man hanging by a noose beside more graphic fetus pictures. What does that have to do with abortions? Go ask the nut bars running the thing.

As a guy who tries to look at every side of a debate I can see the reason why they want to get their message out to the public. It's important to them and I am sure a few people find it very informative and will join their cause. But for them to now take their cues of dirty PR from the disgusting members of PETA revolts me. Taking images of very painful memories and history of one culture and twisting the message for the most dramatic shock value is the lowest of the low. It makes their cause seem dirty and repulsive for anyone who is educated to even want to have the same opinion as them.

The Jewish community are a proud and great culture who were, for lack of better terms, hunted down like animals and exterminated by a viscous German leader who everyone now condemns. To bring those hurtful images together with this filth insults a culture.

And to also associate the hunting and disgraceful hanging of black people with abortions is yet another way of shock value marketing. Twisting the meaning of the image to suit your purposes takes away the very importance of the original image for that culture. For them it screams "Never again". When associated beside the images displayed it takes away that important message for the culture.

I have to say that in past years this group has been vocal and has had their fair share of problems with the university. But they had a responsible message and gave it with a respectful manner. This year was shocking and appalling. Please go back to being respectful to people and your message will not be cluttered with hatred for what your displaying.

And yes the message is important to get out for both sides. All women need to get the right information to make an educated decision about their body and what may grow inside it. They need to know what an abortion is all about. Pro choicers need to be able to give their information too. Fair is fair.

Lets just leave this personal decision to the women please. And leave the dramatic PETA style media bombardment of shocking images home. Thank you.

Ciao for Now

Laptops on your lap

Well yet again I was asked to do a post on a strange new subject. Here it is. Laptops and the effects on your lap.

Well this is gonna be a short one. Get a pillow or a laptop rest for your laptop.

The radiation will make the boys shrivel up and die like the California Raisins. The heat alone can send the crotch temperature so high it will kill the prize micro salmon looking to swim up stream. It seems that when a guy sits his package keeps his legs naturally open which is enough to keep the twig and berries just cool enough to keep the swimmers from dying.So when you put a laptop on a mans lap there isn't an air flow. Then the heat from the laptop will cook the little soldiers. They have also found that prolonged heat from the computer can create a permanent situation down below. So if your scared of the doctor cutting near the marble bag then maybe try and use this technique.

Then again there have been reports of guys trying to do just that and by accident didn't realize that the computer was actually burning their thighs because the computer needs air flow too.

So unless you want dead swimmers in your man jam, Keep the laptop off the family jewels.

Now for women it does not have any effect of the orchid down below. That is according to some of the medical journals I have read through. So the only real danger to women is burning the legs. And that can be helped with one of those computer trays or cooler trays.

Masterbation - Pullin' the Pork !

Well lets try and talk about the thing we all do but don't talk about or say that we do. Hmmmm. You got the parts right? And you never tried it? LIAR. During the teen years I bet there wasn't a time alone when the hands did a little walk around the nether regions for some self support and soothing from that days frustrations.

Lets talk first about the ways we say masturbation. Here we go.

Spank the monkey
Floggin' the dolphin
Playing the slot machine
Shucking the corn
Jerkin the gherkin
Whack a mole
Choking the chicken
Slapping the salami
Pocket Pool
Beat your meat
Whack off
Rub one out
Self texting
Making pants Jam

I can go on and on and on. If you look online you can find a slew of euphemisms for polishing the pawn. And a side note. It is interesting we make the association to food and animals though.

So like I mentioned before people do it in their teens as a soothing measure to help them through their awkwardness and the exploding hormones. It has the same effect when a toddler too. Reports of girls riding the rails of their crib for pleasure were associated with a disruptive home life. So the doctors associate giving self pleasure with soothing ones self. Or the craving for affection or touch or the only way a teenager can turn around his/her day from the daily pressures or fluctuating hormones.

So then we grow up and we find out about battery powered toys for women and flesh-lights for men. Taking the masturbation to another level. Then you might even discover you can have more than one orgasm for men and there is that mystical unicorn they call a g-spot in women. And their friends weren't boasting about having multiple orgasms. And doctors on tv or radio discuss things like partner masturbation. Hell there is an actual International masturbation day. Who knew? Oh yeah I did. LoL.

Then you get to a place in your life where you look at what you have been doing lately and discover not only are you having sex with a partner but you have been stroking the bishop in your spare time? What the heck? Another increase in hormones?
No it is just the case of having sex with your partner and maybe your daily pressures of life has you self soothing yourself. Everyone goes through it and your not alone.

Ok and now this is the part I hate. The religious point of view of polishing the knob. Well in the scripture, I was recently told, these morons write that spilling the seed is immoral and a sin. Well I never believed much in the bible. And I accept all faiths. But that part just doesn't make sense. To give one pleasure is a sin? Guess they were a bunch of sheep herders and they had their flock to keep them warm if ya know what I'm saying. But to say you can't soothe the staff by yourself without it being a sin that you have to confess to the church dude is ridiculous. Maybe they priest should have choked the chicken more. Then the alter boys at some churches would be safe from a greater sin.

In the culture of sex and sexuality it is now more excepted in the western culture to do it. For one reason or another it is okay. If anyone tells you it isn't they need to try it once for themselves and then make the judgment.

So why did I write about this topic in the first place. Well I was asked to write it by a reader of the blog. I hope it lives up to her expectations.

Last thing I have to say that if you don't know how to pleasure yourself then how do you expect someone else to pleasure you.

Ciao for Now

My Last Post

The Child Support topic from the last post got a lot of attention. So I want to leave it for now and let people comment and learn from each other one more day. Thanks for those who gave feedback.

To Pay Or Not To Pay ?

More and more over the last year and a half I have been hearing from women and their experiences with men who won't pay child support when they divorce. And lately I have been hearing it more frequently. Is this an epidemic of assholes out there? Have they found some kind of loophole that I am not aware of? Not that I wouldn't pay. It is only hurting the kids. Right?

In all separation and eventually divorce agreements both parties agree to certain terms and the government has the amount the spouse has to pay all down in a convenient little pamphlet that was handed to me when I entered the process of separation.

So how do these douche bags get out of paying? Maybe because they weren't really men to begin with and are terrible fathers. They don't see how it can hurt the spouse looking for the money to pay for the necessities of everyday living. Same amount as when they were a couple together but just in one or two lump sums per month.

Ok so I will spell it out for you about why they won't pay from a mans perspective without holding back. Turn off NCIS and put the phone on silent and read with the hope you can understand the guys mindset.

1. He's a Super Douche and makes a lot of money and doesn't want to pay a dime because he spent a shitload of money fighting every point during the divorce and wants to lash back. No matter how many parenting after separation courses he takes this D-bag will deny cash to hurt everyone so they hope they feel the pain he went through during the divorce. He also likes the feeling of being in control of the situation and enjoys the frustration it brings his ex. Also this man won't take the kid/s when he's supposed to.

2. He's a Tres Douche and makes a good living and pays a little here and a little there. This sort has a little bit of a conscience about his kids and wants to see them. He makes up stories about his work and the amount he makes and makes a big deal about all the bills he has to pay. He also doesn't want his parents and siblings think he's a douche so he continues the story to them. He may need some legal persuasion from time to time but he will pay up when he can. P.S. he will always hide money from you and try to get out of payments from time to time. He won't change. He will take the kid/s when it fits his work schedule.

3. This is your average D-bag. He will pay but not on time ever and your continually chasing after him. This is because he like the attention from his ex and every time he talks or texts her he still feels like he's a part of her life. This guy can't let go and will be a challenge to get any peace with him. RESTRAINING ORDER!

So I hope you got a touch of insight into the brain of the many stages of Douche-dome.

Ciao for Now

Porn! Now I Got Your Attention

So porn is everywhere and anywhere you want to get it. From the standard video tape or DVD to the internet on your computer,or if you have more urges than others, your cell phone is just as handy.

So how much is too much? Or is there never enough?

It's everywhere clearly. We buy and sell products based on sex and sexuality. Like ya don't know that one.

Lets look at that. Would you buy AXE body spray if an average guy on the commercials wasn't being mobbed by hot women? Or would you buy the perfume if you could get the hunky half dressed man like in the magazines? And why do they always look so tired in those pictures? Lying on each other or on horses lying down on them. Or even lying on the sand. That just makes me itchy looking at the picture.

Would the same sales technique work for products like Coke or Hershey's? Like imagine a couple is rolling around on the beach in the surf and you see a close up of them kissing and he reaches up and drinks a coke. Sexy? Yeah... no.

So I guess the question then comes down to, does sex define you? Who you are and what you buy and every aspect of your life? Do we see so much sexuality and images in our day to day lifestyle that sex becomes harder. Like trying to live up to the fantasies made up in your own mind or by media.

My final question is, if sex is already complicated now how will our kids feel when newer and crazier influences will be front and center in their lives. Will it be too much pressure on them to be the perfect lovers?

Ok you let me know when you can solve some of these pressing questions. And I will do the same for you.

Ciao for Now

New Beginnings

So I have taken some time out from blogging getting my life back to some semblance of order out of the chaos of the last year and a bit. Now is the time to start new.

It is quite a mind bending experience going through a separation and divorce. You think about everything that had gone wrong and what you could have done more to make it work.

The conclusion I have made out of all of this is you can make all the effort you want but if one of you in the relationship isn't giving their full effort than it is doomed for failure.

Also you as an individual try to place the blame on the other person. You think you did all that you could and the other person didn't make an effort. Took the easy way out. And all the other excuses you can think of.

Then you actually go through the thought process about all the things you did wrong and how you were the failure in the relationship. And that takes some time to get through those thoughts.

Like it or hate it both of you screwed it up. One could have done worse that the other sure. But it's how you got to that spot in the first place.

Once all that has been computed then your ready to start your life again. It has to be one of the worst trips through your own being one can take.

I believe if you hadn't taken this trip through your brain and continue on like nothing wrong ever happened then you haven't learned anything and every relationship after that will be doomed to fail.

Yeah this is just my thoughts but I hope they helped.

Ciao for Now

I'm Back

So this is it. I am back online for now.So lets tell the story of how I got back online.

I called our local Internet provider and got a lovely lady service representative. At that time she asked every question under the sun and tried to up sell every service they offer. Good on her. That's her job right? After all the questions she tells me she will have a service dude come out and install everything and that will be it. Right? As you guessed it because I am writing about it. No. it always has to be more complicated.

A few days later I get a call from this same representative from the local internet dudes again. Strange yes. And she asked a few more questions about this and that and then we said our goodbye's. For those who haven't had this happen to you take note and be wary of it happening to you.

Now I expected this to take a few days to get a ring back for the appointment. I didn't realize I had to wait a week. Yes a week. I still didn't get a call. I called them. You know this isn't good at all.

I get this nice guy on the phone and ask him where my courtesy phone call was for the technician to come and grace me with the internet service. There was silence on the other end. I could hear very faintly the sound of vigorous fingers typing on a keyboard.I'm thinking "shit, what now".

He finally says " It appears that they didn't put the work order in to get your services". WHAT? Can you believe the nerve of that woman! She took all my information and didn't get the work order in? Isn't that her job? And this being Calgary I am sure she gets asked 100 times a day for these services.

Well that is yet another example how we in Calgary experience bad service and are expected to put up with it. From waiters or waitresses through to people in your own work maybe. Service is lacking here and we just allow it to happen.

I say if they are in a business that involves service then don't tip or tell their immediate supervisor and get them in shit. Why should you let anyone else suffer the same shitty service as you. If they didn't take the time to give you the service you deserve than fuck'em. They don't deserve to work at that job.

That's my two cents.

Ciao for now

OFFLINE

I will be offline and trying to get back when I get internet in my new residence. I will try and post stuff as soon as I can for you all.

Ciao for Now

Being a Camera Guy

So because I was asked so nicely, I am writing this post about being a camera guy for Breakfast Television in Calgary. The highs and the lows.

So I wake up every week day at 4 am and get my ass to work for 4:30. There We get prepared for that days show.. Depending on the show, there might be more or less work.

Some days we get in stars that come through Calgary doing comedy acts at local clubs or maybe doing a gala fundraiser. It all depends on what that star is trying to promote.

Most days it is the same type format. Fashion, make up, cooking, and current events. You can watch and see it all. Also they are targeting it to women twenty five to forty five with two point three kids. The kind of young woman who is the typical housewife.

Next we all clean up after the show and have a meeting about what were doing the next day.

Then after that I have to chase ambulances. Which means I go after all the news that goes on in Calgary. That means fires,murders,bodies found in the river,stabbings,and any official opening or ceremony that happens.

Is it dull? Some days it is. The busy days are not the best days. They usually involve really bad things that happen to people in the city. Yes the busy days are when all hell breaks loose and we as camera persons have to go cover it. Floods,hail,car accidents.

So is it exciting? Yes. But it keeps the memories with you for a long while. I drive by places remember events that have happened there. It's really crazy I know but these events stick with you.

So that's about it and my job. It always is portrayed more exciting than it actually is.

That's it.

Ciao for Now

You want me to put what...where?

Hey Y'all! I'm back (stop groaning!) As you may recall, Senor Robert is away soaking up some sun and love with his mini people and he asked me to write for him twice this week...aren't you lucky (STFU!)!

So, my first post was a bit more serious than I write...if you haven't checked my blog...you can do that right here. I write a lot about being a mom...and what a fuck up I can be...and what an amazing mom I can be...I also write a lot about Sex..yes, SEX...I SAID SEX! You see...if you have taken even a stroll through blogging, you know that many of us have no edit button on our blogs and we basically say what we want, when we want. Read it or don't...it's up to you...but what I have found is that A LOT of us talk about SEX!

Rob asked me to write about bringing some "buzz" into the bedroom. Even though people have come a very long way in their sexuality...toys in the bedroom are still very much a taboo subject in many relationships. Which...I have to be honest...totally amazes me. Why oh why would you opt to NOT have an orgasm???? I'm not saying that you NEED a toy for orgasm...but I am saying it makes it a HELL OF A LOT EASIER!!!

Ladies, I have to let you in on a very dark, very guarded secret...Men/Boys can not read minds! I know! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!! It's TRUE! Men, back me up on this one! I have yet to meet anyone...especially a woman who wakes up one day and says to herself "if I have a crappy sex life for the rest of my life, I'm okay with that." I've never ever ever ever ever heard that...ever!

Women want an amazing sex life! They want to be desired and desireable. Women want to be a vixen and a vamp...it just isn't the same for everyone. What is vixen to one is outrageous to another. What is vamp to one is total slut to another. We don't all live the same, why do we think we have to fuck the same?

So, here I am...your favorite slutty mom...to share some secrets about the bedroom with you and why you NEED to have a toy in the bedroom!

1. Every good girl has three things in her nightstand. A. Bullet B. Water based Lubricant and C. Toy Cleanser.

2. A bullet virtually GUARANTEE'S ORGASM! Yes, I said it...guarantee!!! It provides the right buzz, sensation, accuracy and touch that a woman needs for that orgasm. Many women can not have an orgasm with straight penis in vagina sex...it's true! Some huge statistic like 95% or something like that...WOW!!! Does this mean that 95% of women DON'T have an orgasm when they have sex...probably not. Most of us have a partner that is somewhat connected with us and wants us to have an orgasm. They want us to moan and grasp onto them and call out their name...am I right guys?????

3. Guys wanna feel like a hero in bed and a vibrator, when used with a partner...makes him not only a hero...but a KING among men! I am not shitting you! I work with an airline and deal with guys on the ramp all the time...and let me tell you...the stories they swap *cough* are eye opening! The high five's I see going around from guy to guy when he tells the group that he is the "multiple man" and yes, they say that! The guys who say they have given their woman a multiple orgasm...the other guys look at them with a mix of "I call bullshit" and "You are a GOD!" Bullets, vibrators, cock rings...they all give him the opportunity to be that guy! Ladies...MULTIPLE ORGASMS!!!! I'll say it again...MUL TIP LE OR GAS MSSSSSS!!!! Not just one...maybe two or three...or four, five, six...the possibilities are endless!!!!!

4. Having a toy in the bedroom opens up a whole new channel of communication! Everything from..."I like it when you do that..." to those conversations that may require a glass or two of wine..."I wanna watch you use the toy..." It can go from mild to wild...nice to naughty...clean to dirty...it is totally up to you. Remember I said that is wild to one is mild to the next. You can be as nice or as naughty in the bedroom as you wanna be!

5. You should...nay you MUST laugh in the bedroom! If you aren't laughing in the bedroom, you are aren't laughing many places in your life...I guarantee that! If you haven't burst out laughing with your feet over his shoulders, rear end in the air and the most...erm...uh...unromantic noises escaping from you...you really haven't lived! Laugh...Laugh OUT LOUD in the bedroom. A toy offers up so much comic relief!!! Trust me on this one...when you are chasing batteries across the floor, pushing buttons to get the thing to turn on and off, figuring out where you actually insert the damn thing...you are laughing! Laughing releases endorphins...and endorphins make us feel good, they make us feel sexy and they make us more open to new things on our life!

I want all y'all to have fun in the bedroom! I want all you men to feel like hero's and I want all you ladies to have your eyes rolling back in your heads! I want the planet to erupt in a chorus of moans! You can shop for your favorite toy on my website and just for you CameraGuyRob fans...Imma give you a special treat...chose your favorite toy and get 40% off your highest priced item! Just enter code cameraguyrob in the discount section and I'll revise your total and send you a new total. You can chose a Cadillac vibrator and save almost half off...or you can chose the ever popular bullet and have those toe curling, eye ball popping orgasms! Shop on my website www.calgarypassion.com and spice up that sex life!

Thanks for reading and y'all better tell me how you get down and dirty! I am always looking for new tips and suggestions!

Guest Post from @maniacalmom

Welcome to Rob's little corner of the world! You are probably wondering who the hell @maniacalmom is...right, right....well, I am just a mom who has found a little niche with the twitter world...I brag about my kids, I complain about my sex life...or lack thereof and I meet amazing people from all over the world...@CameraGuyRob being one of them. I blog too and you can find my little corner of the world here.

He has decided to be Grizzly Adams this week and take his two enchanting munchkin mini Rob's out camping...CAMPING...ugh...I can't even imagine the layers of dirt and bugs that they will be immersed in...*shudder*

He was on his way out of town...sun, sand and...well, he's camping with his kids...so no S*X...(bummer Rob!) and he sends me a text message..."BTW...do you wanna blog for me?" like tonight...or tomorrow...ERM...thanks for giving a girl some notice buddy! Well, not wanting to be one to let anyone down, I said yes...and here you all are...reading my lengthy introduction to why the hell I am writing on Rob's Blog.

Anyhoooooo.....

Here we are. Rob, being the control freak that he is...proceeded to give me my topics for the week as well (high five me if you know what I mean!) Today's topic is going to be a great one for some and touchy one for many and totally "who gives a shit" for most.

Rob asked me to write about how to create a working relationship with your Ex. See, if you know Rob, you know that he's a divorced father of two. His Ex lives out East and it isn't always easy to parent long distance. It isn't always easy to parent, let's be honest about that! When you add divorce and distance into the mix...it can become monumentally difficult.

I am also a divorced mom. I have two daughters from my marriage and the Ex and I took a very unique approach to our divorce. Now, understand, we didn't have a bitter divorce. Knock Down, Drag Em Out "I hate you" moment. We simply looked at each other one night and said "what are we doing????" and that was that. He is a fabulous dad! His partner and I don't really see eye to eye on many things, but the greatest power I have in that situation is I don't have to deal with her. She isn't my problem, she's the Ex's problem and I don't have to give one single ounce of energy to dealing with her...ever.

The ex and I had a brutally honest, heart wrenching conversation one night...shortly after we split up. We talked about what we wanted and where we wanted to go as parents...after all, we would be forever tied together because of our daughters. What were we going to do to ensure we would not push our daughters into therapy? We came up with this plan....we thought it out...and we live by it everyday. Don't get me wrong...there are times....believe me...there are times that I would love to get into my car and drive over there and junk punch him...I REALLY REALLY REALLY would...but first and foremost, I have to always remember that he is their dad...and he loves them just as much...not any more or less...than I do.

So here was our plan...our way through the world of hurt feelings and bitter divorces.

1. Always ask the other parent first. What does that mean? Well, if I need someone to watch the girls if I have to work or have plans, I will ALWAYS ask their dad first. Why? Because I want him to do the same for me. If he has to ask someone to watch our daughters it SHOULD be me.

2. It is not about how much I don't like him. It isn't about what I think he SHOULD be doing...it's about our daughters. I am no longer his wife and I can not affect any change in his life. It is no longer up to me how he behaves or what he does. As much as I want him to do it MY way all the time...it's never going to happen. It didn't happen when we were married, it certainly isn't going to happen now that we are divorced.

3. We agree to disagree. We know that we will never see eye to eye on many things, and we just have to agree that sometimes we do things one way in my house and totally different rules in his out. On the big things...like religion, health care and Christmas presents (shut up, it's a big deal!) we have to come to a place of agreement and a way to find middle ground. When it comes to bedtimes and snack times and the snuggle times in between, I do what I want and he does what he wants...and we just don't ask.

4. We agreed to NOT put the kids in the middle of our drama. It isn't fair to ask them questions about the other parents house. We agree that some things are better left unsaid and we don't ask the girls about what life is like at the other house. If they want to talk about it, we will listen but we never pry or prod for information.

5. I know that I will never change the way he behaves or what he thinks. I know that the only person I am in charge of now is me. It is how I react to our life that I can control. As frustrating as it can be...I know that no matter what, I want the very best for my daughters...and deep down, I know he wants the same.
I worry about me from day to day. I worry about the world my daughters are living in and I worry about how I well face all the changes that are inevitable in our lives.

The one thing I have come to know about me is that I am in control. I get to decide. I get to decide how I will react to the things that go on around me. What my ex says and does WILL NOT affect me. I won't allow that to happen. I will acknowledge how I feel, and I will go beyond it. I will not let it change how I feel about my parenting, my life or myself.

In reality, there is nothing I can say or do that will change the decision he is going to make. He is going to so what he wants to do. In the end, what he says and does will not change what I think and do. I am in control and I will live the best life I can for me and my kids.

I have given up the illusion of being a perfect mom, woman, wife and friend. I am not always going to be a shining example of a human. What I will be is me. No more, no less. I am way more laid back as a divorced mom. Bedtime is often a fluid idea at our house. Most nights is by 8:30 pm....some nights....we snuggle on the couch and watch a movie till 10 pm...yes ON A SCHOOL NIGHT! I know one thing for sure...I love my life. I love my daughters and I love the way our house is. I am not too keen on their dad's house...but that's not up to me. What I am responsible for is loving my daughters with everything I have. I am responsible for encouraging and guiding my daughters towards adulthood. I am their mom, nothing on this planet will ever replace that.

Maybe you are in the same spot Rob is in...struggling with how to go about creating harmony...hurt feelings and hatred aside. Maybe you are doing a frigging bang up job of being a divorced parent...I don't know. What I do know is that we have to quit ripping each other apart and start putting our kids first. When you hate your ex spouse it changes who your children are from the core. I hope that somewhere along the way, you can find some peace, a quiet place to rediscover how amazing and wonderful you are and embrace that person again.

SEX RANT !

So what kind of sexual person are you? And what does your flavor and appetite say about you? Is it even important to you anymore?

Well lets talk about the first topic shall we. Sex and what type of sexual person are you? Are you the one who likes to hold hands and maybe give a peck on the lips while walking in the park? Or are you the type to tell that partner your walking with how fun it would be to come back and have sex on the park bench?

We all get caught up in what kind of sexual person we are and what our comfort levels are when it comes to it. To talk about having sex on the bench at night in the park doesn't make you weird or different from everyone else just makes you adventurous. Trying to keep the spice of the relationship going while trying different things. Good on ya because he/she might be really into it. Also if he/she wants to do that stuff you might be in with a super freak that will make all your dirty little thoughts come true. Or make them want to run right out into traffic. You have to be the judge.

If your the type who can only peck the person your with on the lips in public your alright and there is nothing wrong with you either. There are a lot of people who would rather be sexual dynamo's in the bedroom and be reserved in the public eye. They are the ones people say "He/she was such a quiet person". Serial killer quiet. But when your alone with the person they turn into the porn king/queen that likes to do stuff that would make Larry Flint blush. Stuff in your mind that might actually make you go blind.

So how does this relate to your flavor. I have heard the term "vanilla" meaning straight up intercourse. So what do the other flavors represent? Well lets make it up as we go. So chocolate could mean the obvious and having sex with a brown or black person. Then there is strawberry. So maybe that means being with a ginger person. Either that or having sex during a menstrual cycle. And what about blueberry? Well that could mean that your having sex while watching the Smurfs or with a smurf.

It doesn't matter what flavor you are as long as your not hurting anyone. Unless they ask for that. But really we don't have to put these labels on it and just have fun with the one we can relate to the most and the best fit mentally and physically.

Ciao for now

Stampede is Over Time to Blog

So the craziness of the Stampede is over for another year. All the lights on the rides have been turned off. The cowboy hats and boots put away for another year. And the mini donuts and beer are turning into a memory.

So what does this all mean for the average joe working day to day in this city of Stampede sin?

Well it's time to wrap up any business. Which means dealing with what happened at Ranchman's that night with that certain Stampede fling. Or not. Figuring out how to detox your body to adjust back into the work schedule of daily life. Trying to deal with the fact that debauchery and beer is done for yet another year.

Let's talk about the Stampede fling for a moment. Divorce lawyers love the Stampede. It has a huge impact on their business level within a month of Stampede finishing. Either because he/she has been caught in some incriminating photo that can't be explained. Or a text is found that seems very inappropriate. Or the fling turns out to be more and continues on to become a serious affair. Ultimately it ends the same way and off to the lawyers you go. On to the next oil bunny who wants to land a man that can take care of her.

If the Stampede can create so much sin why aren't the churches protesting it like PETA or Humane society does? Are they a part of the secret society of the Stampede and get more followers after the park has closed? Flooding their pews to be absolved of the sin that they had brought upon themselves? In hopes that if they make peace with it that it never happened? Or is there a bigger plot there?

Let's look at that for a moment. Gambling is a sin according to the local bishop here and he has been very vocal about the fact that a school can't even have a Bingo to raise money for their school. Yet when this yearly event comes along he doesn't say anything. Does he go on vacation and in his mind it's outta sight and outta mind so it really didn't happen? Or is he a part of a bigger plot against his own flock? Maybe a local large donation by an unknown donor that makes it's way into the churches coffers? The bishop knows there are a few things that happen during Stampede. Drinking,adultery,gambling,and coveting thy neighbors wife. Like how I pulled that one out of my hat? So that means looking at the ladies in a lewd and sexual mindset. So why hasn't he said anything against all the sin?

Am I against the Stampede? No. If people could enjoy the events that surround the biggest outdoor show on earth and not succumb to their desires and fall into the drunken, horny, people ogling idiots, we could have an event that makes everyone proud to be a part of. But it usually turns into the den of sin we all know and love to be a part of because it brings so many crazy stories. And yes there will be stories. Human nature can't help itself and the need to share with the co workers what they had seen at the company party takes over and for weeks the rumors fly around about the people who had messed around that night or the person who got so drunk they couldn't stand and eventually puked on their bosses shoes.

Don't get me wrong I enjoy the Stampede events and think it can be a great time for a single man/woman or family that is looking for some fun in the city. Great pancake breakfasts and music that everyone can enjoy. Stampede rides and rodeo events that test the metal of cowboys/cowgirls. All great fun.

So in closing I guess what I am saying is if we take the time to think before we act then the sins of the Stampede won't happen. We take the time to think that I really shouldn't drink another beer. I shouldn't try and dance with that person looking at me. Or I shouldn't put my tongue down this persons throat because we just met and I have a significant other. The gambling I can understand. Sorry Bishop Henry tough sell there to a non catholic. But the mind get s fuzzy as time goes by through the year. And as the next years Stampede gets closer the thoughts of what could happen at the next ten days of debauchery start to dance in their head like it's Christmas in July. And the cycle repeats itself. Because after all were human and temptation is hard to turn down when you have ten Bud in your gut and she has been eying your big buckle all night. Just like in the "Lion King", it's the circle of life.

Ciao for now

Technology

Well this week has been a cluster trying to get my computer back online to post blogs.
Just when I thought I had it all figured out there were roadblocks everywhere.So here is what happened.

So my friend sent me the new Microsoft Windows 7 professional and I installed it and thought that was good. I backed everything up and it all worked perfectly. So I thought.

First problem is my friend also sent me the new CS5 creative suite for my video editing at home for the commercials and everything I need to do for extra work. It is truly an amazing package with ten programs including Photoshop 5, Premiere Pro 5, and After Effects 5. Then seven other programs I don't think I will ever use but good to have and might need them in the future.

Well the install went perfectly. Where is the problem you ask? Well when I installed it all but two programs installed. Of course they were the ones I needed. It turns out I was running my windows at a 32 bit and for a home system that is just fine. But the editing program and after effects needs to run on a 64 bit system. ARG!

There is the problem. I tried to install the 64 bit windows 7 and the problems start there. Over and over I got error messages saying I couldn't install it because I my operating system was already at 32 bit and it couldn't load it in. Well duh! That's why I was trying to make it a 64 bit. Work with me here. Obviously this box with microchips didn't realize what the hell I was trying to do. Over and over again I tried everything my limited knowledge of technical stuff will allow. This stupid box wasn't getting it. This was for it's own good and it was resisting the knowledge upgrade. Like an idiot I tried over 2 hours to get this stupid thing to accept it's fate for being faster and more intelligent. Like a moron that won't accept the knowledge to make him a genius and run as fast as Ben Johnson on steroids. And off we go to see the tech friend of mine to get it to work.

Sounds easy eh? Well of course it does. Until you factor into it that I live in Calgary. Yup as every Stampede time there are the odd weather variances in the area. So time to travel about twenty kilometers up to the north east to visit my tech friend. At this particular time the skies decided to open up and the rain started. Then the wind picked up. Then the wrath of god descended from the heavens and created complete chaos for southern Alberta. We got rain and lightning and tennis ball sized hail in some ares of the city. The seven horsemen of the apocalypse would have been impressed.

After my thirty minute drive through the heavenly downpour I arrived to the house. At this time the storm reach my destination. And yes I was trapped in my truck with an electrical appliance that doesn't do well with water and or hail plummeting from the sky at the speed of paint balls.So I had to wait for fifteen minutes to enjoy the heavenly wrath upon the wicked and unclean.

I eventually made it out and into the house and we proceeded to the work bench. It took all of two seconds for him to figure it out. FRACK! If I knew it was as easy as starting up the computer with the 64 bit disk in the hard drive I would have done it and saved the $80 and done all the upgrades myself.

So when I got back home everything worked great and life goes on.

When did our lives get so complicated we can't see the easiest solutions for the most complicated situations? Well this is what we should take with us as the life lesson to get through the tough decisions in our lives.K.I.S.S. Or keep it simple stupid. The simplest solutions are right in front of your face to see. Take the blinders off and see it.

Ciao for now.

Old Flings are New Again

This is an interesting question that was brought up last week. Can old flings or girl/boy friends come around again and things work out the second time around? Well I guess we should take a look at my example of my old girlfriend and see what we can make of this query.

So as I wrote before everything with my old girlfriend got messed up and complicated and we broke up. But ever since we have been good friends and always had a bond there.The question then arises. Could the second time around then be better?

Well like any relationship you think about it a lot. And if one fails you think about how did it go so wrong and was any of it your fault. Of course these thoughts went through my head when om relationship fell apart with my old girlfriend. You think what did I do or didn't do. Was I paying enough attention to her or not enough. Did I put in the effort that was needed to keep it new and fresh. And maybe the biggest question of all is "Was she the one?".

Of course there is the other side of the coin as well. What happened? Why did she not do this or that? If I have to leave the seat down why can't you leave the seat up? Or look before you sit.Or maybe did she pay enough attention to me or too much and was smothering.

Of course all good questions and now whats the right answer? Well I think that with time comes the answers for every question. You think and rethink about what happened and it has to be better the second time around. As long as you have the right mindset to try and do it right the second time around. Or if you have the maturity to understand what it is that you need to do to make it work this time round.

So now that's as clear as mud. Right? Let us recap.

No if you don't have the maturity or the knowledge of what went wrong in the first place.

Yes if you learned from it and do want it to work so bad you have aches deep down in your heart. You know what needs to be done this time and will work at it harder.

So you see the answer lies with you and how much work and dedication you are willing to put into it. If your not wiling to put everything into it you have then don't waste her or your time.

I guess that's all for friendly advice.

Ciao for now

It's Your Say!

I have been deciding lately what People want to hear. There has been issues with some that say I shouldn't be candid and diary like in the blogs. Some say the posts are personal and they feel uncomfortable reading the blog.

What do you think? I want to know how the past posts make you feel and does it help to communicate these collection of thoughts?

Do you have anything in particular that you would like to read about if you don't want to read personal topics?

This is supposed to be a helpful blog and one of sharing experiences with each other and maybe it can help someone out there that may be going through anything similar that I have written about in the past.

It is hard to decide if this blog is helping people or not. That's why I am asking for your help. Should I just abandon this blog all together and try something else?

Make a comment and tell me what you think.

Ciao for now

I Took a Break to Think!

So the question has arisen about how brutally honest I have been on the blog and that it seems that I am not over a bunch of issues that I have written about. Well I have taken a bit of time and thought about that very hard for a few days.

Well one the one hand if I am totally honest about my experiences then someone else can learn about what I went through and maybe learn something from it. Then you the reader can also comment on it and then it becomes a sharing experience that more points of view can completely make sense of it. Does that sound confusing? It does when I write it. But some how makes logical sense to do it. It's almost like an idiots guide of what not to do or do in life. Take it in and learn from it.

Then there is the other side of the page where you shouldn't write about such things for it may come back to bite me in the ass. Things about relationships and betrayal and everything else is deeply personal and then people won't look at me the same way and feel sorry for me that I have had a rough year or week.

And then there is the shock value about the subjects I write about as well. Some people made comments that what they read makes them feel uncomfortable and that it's like reading a diary. Well yes it is. This is a sharing diary that we all can participate in. And yes some of the subjects are very personal and are raw. But if we can't talk about it then how do we learn from it?

I guess it all comes down to your comfort level and what you are willing to read or share to help others to experience the life lessons we all go through. If you can watch the Bachelorette or Big Brother on tv which is very voyeuristic then you should be able to read this blog and hopefully take something positive away from it.

Ciao for now

Double Blog Night

Well this is a rarity when I have to blog something twice in one night. But today wasn't the best day for me.

The phone went off at 4 to wake me and there was a text there already from work telling me of a house fire up in the north east. So I jumped outta bed and got ready and was out the door. On the way there I found out someone took a gas can and tried to light the house on fire. They found the can in the room where the damage was done. When I got there the fire was out and all the fire crews and police were gone. And it was a very dark street and hard to get shots for the station.

Next it was off to the station. And on the way back the truck got a tire low warning indicator on the dash. Not good seeing I just picked it up from the shop the day before and it was in for the same reason.

At the station the show went off without a hitch and I went on break.

Then I got the assignment of going out to Canyon Meadows Golf Course to cover the amateur golf tournament. When I arrived a sixty something lady took me out on the course on a cart and we shot some of the event. I nearly lost my brain matter from the rough areas she took the cart on. I didn't know she liked to go 4x4ing with a cart but we did. And scrambled brain cells was the result. Bring on the head ache.

Next I heard from my mortgage gal and found out that because of my ex's terrible bill paying habits, I have a terrible credit score and even with my parents as co-signers I can't buy a 2 bedroom condo I had my heart set on. And of course because of the amount of the house they cannot buy it even as a rental because they would need twenty percent down under the new law in place for rental properties. That's about double what I have in the bank. My mortgage gal felt so bad for me I could feel it through the phone. She's great.

It hit about 12pm and then the call went out over the scanner. Someone was hit by the C-Train just 2 blocks down the road from the station. A couple of camera guys went down to get the shots and I was sent to get pics for the web to post on the breaking story. When we got there it was pandemonium. Everyone was gawking and craning their necks to get a look at the gruesome scene. Then we all find out it was a five year old child who was with their grandfather on the platform and the kid fell into the train. I won't go into any more detail than that. It was a terrible sight.

Then it was home for a little nap. Where I was texted many times by my ex and told she has entered the kids into 2 camps each and I have to pay the %76 of the cost. And this is because her income from last year was low because she went on part time and didn't make much. So fair is fair I have to make up the difference because I have a career and work and she doesn't.

To top it all off I find out there were over one hundred calls to the fire department because of lightning strikes to buildings and a tornado warning for Calgary.

Has this world gone mad today? There must be a full moon or something going on because I can't wait for the day to be over and the new one to start.

Ciao for now.

My Sick Friend

I can't believe someone has been doing their homework and read all the posts. I did not expect to have a person ask about someone in one of my blogs at all.

So the question came up about the woman I dated that got very sick. Well I am happy to say she is still battling her illness, but its been a tough time for her.

A few weeks back she was told by her "ologist", dunno which one because there are so many, she had to go for a few operations. YUCK. Not the diagnosis we were all hoping for.

First one was to repair and remove a growth in her intestine. If they couldn't do it with the scope they had to go in and do it.

Luckily the operation went well and she had a few weeks to recover and is back at work. She is still pretty sore and has some of the old symptoms still appearing. It is very hard to look at her when she hurts so much.

So the next move for her I guess is an operation to remove a lump in her neck. It should be rather easy to get to. She of course is nervous about that procedure too. As anyone would be.

So for now she is still doing ok and trying to keep a positive attitude about it all.

She contacted me tonight and were going to get together for a beer tomorrow night. I think she needs to vent and so do I. And I think it's about the same thing. No your wrong. It's about work.

CIao for now.

Not so Deep Thoughts

I have been single for a while now and thinking to myself the reason why this would be. The answer hasn't come clear to me just yet. I have come to terms with my separation and eventual legal divorce.For an example, if I was still bitter or hurt I would have used all the proper names of the people involved within my last blog. I am over it so lets move on.

Some of the women I know well tell me I am a good looking guy with a fun attitude. That's nice to hear for sure and keep the comments coming because my ego needs it. Not.

And I have some financial stability and getting better every day. This of course is not a big deal for some women because they can look past this bump in the road.

So I guess I am asking why am I single and looking on Plenty of Fish to see what is out there for my options?

Could be because I am competitive. My ex has a guy and I don't have a woman in my life yet.

Could be because I haven't gone to the right website or laundromat and worked my magic with women.

It's not like I am not looking, but some of the alternatives to minimum standards are, not to be rude but I have to, quite sub par. For example it would be nice to meet someone with a full set of teeth instead of them looking like they play goalie for a 1950's hockey team. Another example is when her age doesn't fit mathematically with the age of their first born. And she has six kids.

Can you have such a thing as looking too hard? Are women my age still looking for the bad boy? Are there so many questions around this that one answer just won't fit?

Or has it come down to a singular statement that has been turned into a major film? "She's just not that into you!"

My guess is that the joke about love or on the hunt for love is it's there to have just stop searching and trying too hard and it will come to you if you project to the universe.

Make a list of attributes you require of a significant other. Then as your traveling through out your day re affirm what you have learned and are portraying a significant energy to the heavens and it should come clear what to do.

Ok that's all I got for now.
Bed time.
Ciao for now.

Unedited story of my seperation !

This has been the hardest story to tell to date. To reveal the ugly truth of what happened to me to get divorced. I sort of feel like I am at a party and a bunch of divorced people are all around trying to top the absolute worst story of how it happened. That has happened to me by the way.And I have no idea why we have a competitive nature about a subject that hurts so much.

So it was last year in January when my ex was working full time as a manager at a local restaurant. She helped open it shortly before and I expected some weird hours.Well there was that indeed and a lot of working at the computer at home and texting going on. I didn't pay much attention to this as I was getting up for work at 4 am and then taking care of the kids when I got home at noon. That's when she would go to work. And then I would put the kids down around 7:30pm. Yup long days.

One day my ex comes home and says she talked to her boss and requested to go to part time without discussing this with me or how that would effect the home income. Yup she did. And later to find out this was to accommodate some cheating hours which she would lie and say she was running errands.

Then the opportunity to do a business trip to Barbados for a week came up and I had to go. And this was in first part of April. And without any argument from her. And no that wouldn't leave her with the kids all that time. A few years previous I agreed to let her ,out of work and money and no ambition to get either, mother move into the basement for free. Yes I'm bitter about that one.

So during that time I was away I later found out she spent a large amount of time with the man, who I was to later find out, was the love of her life. So let's get a good look at this guy. He is a pasty white skinned guy around the same age as me with red hair and glasses. Skinny build and cheesy mustache. Like he is just growing it for the first time. His likes are BBW's, S&M, BDSM, TV/TG/GM, and 27/7 domination. He also likes large rubbery cylindrical ribbed objects inserted in his bottom area while being dominated. Or having it done the old fashioned way by a man while she watched. That's real sharing. If any of these terms are confusing they can be found by just googling the terms. And as for the description of the guy well I got a good look at him in the masturbation video he sent to her. But I am getting ahead of the story.

When I returned she sat me down and said to me that we should take some time alone and live separately and work on our relationship. Cowardly way to say that she has no intention of working on anything and I need to get my crap out and go away.

So I found a place to live for the short term so we can work on us and get to know who we are as individuals, blah, blah,blah, lie ,lie, lie. During this time I had taken the kids every second weekend and on Wednesdays for supper. Plus phone calls and everything.

During one of my visits I had to get a file from the lap top at home. TA DA. The MSN account was open and the email was there. I didn't think of fishing through it until I saw the title of one email called Yes Mistress Kazza. Yup I just said Mistress. That's when I started to fish through the computer to find that she put an ad in Kijiji as a single mother of two looking for fun in January of that year. Then as I went through I found all the emails of men who responded and the pics she sent them. Non nude and then when she warmed up to them they were nude shots. Then the string of emails from this sub who was into objects or persons entering his exit. This included pictures,videos,and letters explaining what the "little bitch" was supposed to do that weekend or he would get s whipping. BTW these are all factual as I still have all the emails, pictures, and videos they sent to each other just in case I might need it later as proof in court.

So this continued for a few months and a trip out to the coast to see him. Which she told me was to see her sister. Then she moved on I later found out to the love of her life #2. Who was just into screwing her and not be seen in public with her. Probably for fear of his wife catching him. Which I heard actually did happen.

Then move into late August and into September. We had been talking about reconciliation and so I decided to take her on a date to the Zoo gala. Great night with a fabulous array of booths for all the taste buds. We had a good time and went home. When we got there she took the dog for a walk while I checked on the kids. When I came down stairs her cell buzzed and lit up as I walked past it. There was a text. From a guy. So I investigated. Earlier in the evening she went to the bathroom and texted Love #2 and asked him "are you horny". And there is where the texting started for that night. I proceeded to drop the phone and walk out. I got into my car and drove off to the place where i was staying. She texted me and joked if I was taking the garbage for a drive(I didn't get the joke either). That's when I texted back "You know what you did". That was the end of the conversation for that evening.

From there on out it had been a constant battle not to do anything physical to her because of the depth of her lies and betrayal. It helped me lose 20lbs in about a month. And I am sure a few more grey hairs.

So from the time I moved out til the official sale of the house I was giving her $2000 a month for the expenses and the kids. Plus her pay. I lived off of $800. That took care of $450 rent. $100 gas. $150 food. Blah,Blah,Blah. She on the other hand managed to rack up all the credit cards and spent $10.5K in two months. And she wasn't paying any bills on time or would send them half. This in turn damaged my credit so bad the bank won't even give me a $500 credit card even though I have now $18K in the same damn bank.

During this time she got my permission to take the kids to Waterloo Ontario to live with the love of her life #3. This was a tough decision for me. But the facts are I don't have family here. They are in Ontario. She would have his family there to help out.The cost of living and public school system is great there. And it's a really nice part of Ontario. I get them for a couple times a year for a weeks stay.

We are now divorced. Or as close as it can be. Just need to have the judge rubber stamp the thing.

That's the whole truth. And was very hard to admit to you the reader. But this is supposed to be therapy and we (you and me) are supposed to open this up for discussion so everyone can learn from this and carry on with life.

I hope this was interesting and helped someone out there that they are not alone.

Ciao for now.

Getting It Done

I have been writing the unedited version of what happened to me last year up til now and am almost done. I will post it soon. A lot of stuff to write and its gonna be long I'm afraid.
Ciao for now

Got your attention !

So the quick and simple ramblings about sex finally generated a comment and I see that some people are reading what little comments I make from time to time. That's great.

I guess sex is a big part of our lives. Men have sexual thoughts every minute about something and I am sure it's the same for women. We can't even look at a banana without that image of a penis flashing into our heads.

Every day we hear friends comment on the looks or "hotness" of others. And I guess that shows our attraction to the little things that we desire in our partner(s). Like the guy who is walking by on the street that has the great hair and rugged features. Some women would like those traits in their partner or dump their current guy for this one.

Guys are the same. Looking at women and enjoying their beauty. Some making more open and suggestive comments than others. Or down right rude uncalled for comments. But still having the attraction to that person.

Of course that is one part of being attracted to that person. Pheromone's are another part which triggers a place in the brain that you can't believe. Ever seen a person at a gathering and thought they might be average in your eyes. And then get close at some time in the event, either chatting with people or whatever. And that person suddenly has something that attracts you to them. That's the hidden killer bullet. Pheromone's.

In college I met Sue from the tv information show "Sex with Sue". It was a phone in show where the callers could ask any question about sex they wanted. She at the time was in her early sixties and had a speaking engagement with the students. She walked up on stage and proceeded to speak. The first thing she said was that she had been approached by women all the time and asked what was the best way to attract a man. There was then a dramatic pause and all the women looked at each other in the room. Then she said she would let them in on the secret and to watch carefully. At that moment this sixty something woman then proceeded to take her hand and tap her crotch and then tap behind both ears like she was putting on perfume. "Pheromone's ladies". And this is from a sexologist.

So where am I going with this? I guess as long as you find something mentally stimulating as well as physically you should be on the right track.

I know your saying "but why should I take advice from a person who couldn't make it work for himself ?". I will just say that take whatever advice you can during your life and use it or don't and be open to what works and doesn't. Is that vague enough for ya?

Stay tuned. I will be writing about the complete and unedited details of of perversion that my ex-wife did to break up with me.

Ciao for now

Sex ! Say no more !

So what are peoples opinions on threesomes or orgies or even the current trends in sex in your city?

This has been a growing trend in the city for a few years now. And there are private clubs popping up where you can have free sex with swingers in your area. And sex toy stores are becoming more popular and inviting. Instead of the gross blacked out store, they are now very open and brightly lit.

Even the bondage stores are inviting and open and the old gross people that used to own such stores have been replaced with well informed and friendly staff. And they are open to any questions you have about products. And the products even come with a guarantee. A friggin' guarantee. Of course it is slightly embarrassing when you have to explain what you were doing when you burned out your toy rabbit.

And also sex parties are starting to be more trendy. Those are the ones that they announce the location the day of through a text list of ticket holders and they all converge on it dressed as wildly, and provocatively as possible. Then as the night goes on the party goers fool around and tease each other til its time to go and then they speed out of the parking lot like the place was being raided by a bunch of skin heads. All rushing to get home and try out their new sex partner they found that night.

So I guess the pressing question is have we put too much emphasis on sex? Or have we become more aware of the different ways we can be aroused and titillated? or have we put too much pressure on ourselves to find different ways to get off? Does anyone still enjoy the old missionary position any more?

So this was kind of a deep thought blog but I would like to know what you think.

Ciao for now

Dating

Ok so I have been trying dating for a while now and have tried different avenues to go about it. There is dating from your pool of friends.(Not a good idea). Dating from Plenty of Fish or any other dating web site. Or there is always the blind date.

Blind dates. Aren't they fun. It all starts off with someone saying to you "Hey your single right? (THANKS FOR REMINDING ME!)I have the perfect person for you. Wanna meet HIM\HER?" Then if your respect them or their judgement you eventually say yes. Then there is the self questioning that goes along with it. "Is she pretty?" " What if he's an ass?" " Where is the nearest exit by the washroom?". All the things that make us what we are as humans. You know, Crazy. Well at least crazy to our ex's.

Second line of dating which I don't think is a smart way to date is amongst the people you know. UNLESS you know that person has been into you for a while and you know you can make it work or at least if it doesn't still be friends. Otherwise you have messed up a business relationship or friendship. Or even friend of a friendship. Anyway you slice it, if you try this route your taking a big risk at messing something up and maybe your social life for a while.

On the other hand it is a safer way to date because most often you already know the person. Either know them a little or a lot. My recommendation here is to take it slow and don't jump right into bed the first night or even the fifth night. Enjoy each others company and see how much of the relationship is based on sexual urges and how much is on actually wanting to spend time with that person. If it's the first urge then i say "get out now". Don't go to far and mess things up so you will always feel awkward around that person when they are around.

Third option is the web dating. Yes this can be a good way to meet people. But like a Walmart, you have to sort through the bad stuff to see the one or two gems awaiting you there. Yes go on and see what's outside you group of friends or acquaintances. This gets you out there and people can meet you for tea or coffee, or even go out for a lunch date or drinks. Everything is totally up to you and how fast you wanna take it.

Me I have tried all three. Yup I did. Everyone knows it is hard out there. And everyone has their own expectations of what they expect from a date. I find it hard to know what to do that is proper now a days. Do I pay for everything like a gentleman? Go split the bill because you want them to know you respect their individuality? Go straight for the dinner or just drinks the first time? It's a myriad of possibilities. And you don't want to ask too many questions so not to freak the other person out.

What do you think? I am like you and trying to just get by and preying I am not going to make a fool out of myself in this dating world. Step by step this process may get easier.

Well that's my ramblings for tonight. I am exhausted writing this so it probably makes less sense than usual.

Ciao for now

When Is Enough Just Enough

OK this is a tough story to tell but I will try and do it justice.

Today I was doing the follow up story about an elderly couple who had gone missing last Thursday after a 91st birthday party. So a full week has gone by and nobody had heard from them or knew where they were. The police were searching all over the place and with their helicopter and everything.

Then early at 7am ish we got a report that the couples car was found and so was some unidentified bodies a few kilometers away. Remember the cops have to inform the next of kin before they identify the bodies to the press.

Off we go. In the truck and driving forty kilometers west of Water Valley.. While were getting close to the destination the road turns into a gravel road about four lanes in some places and well maintained for a gravel road. We then came to an immediate stop where the turn off to the site where the car was located. The road we were on went well into the west. Then we turned down the side strip of a road. It was as wide as the truck and in very rough shape and huge puddles and a sheer drop off on the drivers side when going into the bush. The police said the car went seven kilometers into this mess. In spots the truck I was driving only went ten kms because of the ruts and puddles. They were driving an older sedan which would have been terrible bumpy.

In my mind I can't see the reasoning behind ever taking a car this route unless there was a specific reason to do so. It was a one way ticket.

They found the bodies three kms from the vehicle. This makes it all very confusing to some why they would drive that route. But brings into question of what if?

What if they just went for their final drive together into the deep heart of the woods to finish off their lives together. Let me make this clear right now that the examination to this date of writing has not been released yet to the media and from here on out is just speculation.

So my theory is that they had the party. (they didn't clean up anything from the party)And when everyone left they got into their car and just drove as far out into the woods as they could. They spent the night sitting and talking in the car until the gas ran out. And then they took some medication and walked away from the car. And eventually they both dropped. (They were found thirty meters away from each other). This may have been planned for them to be eventually be dragged off by an animal and never seen again by their families. Which may be because they didn't want to live in pain and they didn't want to be a burdon to their families.

I know it's too early to speculate but that is my theory.

So is it right to give those the choice to take their own lives if their suffering greatly outweighs the alternative?

Tough discussion.

That's it for me
Ciao for now

Old Flame

Lets talk about someone in the past. I mean really long time ago. So long I am embarrassed to say. Well maybe like fifteen years. Yeah that's about right.

She was a beautiful redhead who was recently divorced and had some kids from the jackass she split from. She had spunk and fire. And was very sensuous.

That was my first foray at seeing a divorced woman. Pretty cool.We had a lot of fun and cared about each other deeply. And then I was gone. Yup I left to pursue a job out in Banff, working in the kitchen of the Banff Springs hotel.

That never sat great with me that I had to go. I always felt trapped in the little town I was living in. Watching other people trapped in the same town and rotting on the local bar stool wallowing away in their own urine stained clothes talking about what they did in their younger days. And that was just the twenty year olds. Yes the infamous trap of a little town that feels all warm and comfy because you know everyone and know everyone. At the same time they all knew you and your business too. But when in that trap you don't even notice the time slipping away and suddenly it's been two years since you have graduated college and you still aren't working in the field of study you took.

So frustrated I made a tough decision and left. Right or wrong I had to get the heck out and see what was in the rest of the world.

Then this little program that you might have heard of called Facebook comes around and all of a sudden everyone who I knew and barely remember are making friend requests. Accept,accept,accept. All of a sudden I have a ton of friends on this little interweb community. And then the day came that "she" found me. Do you remember when someone from your past tries to get to be your friend and you have some doubt because you don't know why they want to be your friend.

It turned out to be ok and we both grew from that time. Her kids all grew up and now I feel old because when I knew them they were just little. But that is a part of growing up I guess.

But what I didn't realize would happen is the old protective feelings towards her. Wanting to take care of her and be there for her to talk to when she is having a bad day. I guess you never really lose that feeling for the ones you cared for and that would be a shame if it did disappear.

So now communication with her is infrequent but there all the same. And we both probe into each others personal life. Making suggestions and feeling for each other when things are bad.

This leaves me at where I am right now. With her being in a great place with a full life. And she looks in on me from time to time.

So what would you have done? Stay because your comfortable in your small little town. Or Leave because you realize it's slowly strangling you to death? Dramatic I know but you get the picture.

Ciao for now.

Whats Next ?

So it looks like there are people reading my little rants. Well good and welcome. This is where real literature goes to die.

So it seems today i go to my intuition class and the woman who had mislead me at the pool party will be there. Awkward! Oh you don't remember reading about this woman? Let's refresh your memory.

Were at a pool party and getting along good. Were in the pool and rather close. I go get a drink and get distracted by someone talking to me. I return and she's making out with her ex. Short sweet and just the facts.

On the whole,this is going to be so uncomfortable today. Probably for the both of us. She will look at me and I will look at her and never should our eyes meet. And if they do then you have to look away quickly so as not to show interest. Even at this age (38)the same teenage games are played out. Is there a time when this all stops? For the love of god can't she just tell me straight out what happened, instead of keeping this all bottled up and making it uncomfortable for the both of us?

I dislike having those uncomfortable chats don't get me wrong. Whoever is at fault and trying to explain has to open up and bear their selves. This of course leaves them defenceless against any attack and people try to protect themselves and whats inside from the outside world. I guess the common theme is I will let someone in to my life and into my head, a little, but not too deep. If you let them in deep into your head and soul you have nothing left for yourself. Can you share that much?

I would like you to think of the most perfect couple in the world. Could be any couple. Then look at them and ask yourself if they have some of themselves held back a little or did they open up like a book to their partner and shared everything. Their hopes and dreams. Hates and fears. Most embarrassing moment in their lives. Their kinks and fantasies.

Could you open up that much to someone your interested in? Does that take years to let loose all the little facts of your life to find commonality? Or do you just sit down and spill everything at once and watch as the person your telling curls up in a little ball and turns white at all the details. Of course that means they are relating what your saying to their own lives and realizing they might have more screwed up details than you and what then does that make them?

So many questions and so many answers.

I think just let it out as it comes and be honest and if they are scared about how messed up you are then there is the door. This is your life and your living it as best you can.

Ciao for now

The Next Chapter

I, as you might have noticed, am an infrequent blogger.

Does this bother you? Do you really care that it's infrequent as long as there is something to read about once a week? I don't know.

Can I keep your attention once a week is the real question. There is going to be grammatical and format errors of course. I am not a writer and don't claim to be one. That takes a lot of hard work and practice at the craft of writing. Do I want to get good at it? No I just want to be able to convey my messages as I can and hope they make sense to you the reader. And yes I do apologize to any professional scribes for the scribbles of a man and his journey through this life.

So that brings me to today's story.

I told you previously about the mystery woman who I love and think she still loves me and the confusion I feel when I am around her and everything. (Go read now if your not familiar)

So I had to see her today and talk about something that has happened at work. Maybe it was just an excuse just to see her. If you knew who I was talking about you would be trying to see her too. Yes even women because she is easy to talk to and she makes you feel good.Hmmmmmmmmm. Yup I'm daydreaming and getting off topic.

There I was and talking about things and she keeps looking into me like she is trying to read what is deep inside my mind and what I am about. I don't mind since we shared so much in the past with each other. I even enjoy it for the simple reason that she is taking the interest to look at me that way. Am I a stalker in the making? No. I don't hang outside her house and see what she's gonna wear to bed or drive past her house like the real stalkers do.

This is the part of the story That I like.

We were done talking and I was about to return to work and she gives me a long loving hug. I know what your gonna say. "How do you know it was loving when I think it may have been creepy?"

Have you ever been hugged and the person doesn't let go and even gets a tighter grip. And in the middle of it they put their head on yours and inhale like they are smelling you for memory sake? Yeah that's what it was like. Nice.

So we went back to work and things felt better from then on today. Like all the irritations of the day were wiped away.

That is my ramblings for today. And I am inspired to try hard to make my blogging more frequent and legible to more than just me. And hopefully with as few run on sentences as possible.

Ciao for now

Very Confused

So I have told you about the past year but I did leave one personal item out. Yes it is a woman. This particular person I won't name because she is really special to me. So lets start at the beginning.

It was after my split with my ex that I found myself aware that this woman liked me. With all my baggage and all. So I decided to pursue it. Why not? She is gorgeous and an incredible person on the inside.

So we carried on and had a great time with everything we did. We had it great. Unfortunately she has been sick and getting sicker for the last three years. The doctors don't know what it is and they keep doing tests after tests.

Well things got complicated with the ex and she asked me to try and make amends and try our marriage once again. This was an almost impossible decision. Lose lose for me it seemed. If I continued with the mystery woman I would lose the chance to fix my marriage. If I went with my ex wife I would lose someone I also loved very much. Yes believe it or not you can love two women at the same time. It's crazy.

This was a particularly bad time for the other woman. She was in the hospital and in bad shape and in constant pain. She looked bad and just wanted all the pain to go away. In any way possible.

So on a trip to visit her in the hospital it all came to a head. I walked into her room and she had a lot of tubes and breathing stuff on. She looked very tired and in pain. I was at her bedside when she brought up that we should part ways. This was very heartbreaking to me and I didn't know the reason why she was saying all this. Was it so I didn't have to see her like this? Or some other reason? She knew my feelings for her and in her state and mine, I didn't know quite what to do. I held her hand and kissed it and said my goodbye and left. It was terribly hard. I didn't want to cause her anymore pain that I could see on her face. Both physical or mental. On the way to the car I was an emotional wreck. and wanted to run back up and make her change her mind. But I didn't have to words or mindset to figure out how to do that.

Onward we flash through time where my ex just wanted to use me to get some more money while she screwed around some more with other men. This time we didn't do anything until I was sure all was going to be alright with us. Then I found out what she was doing and walked away.

Then forward all the way to today. The other mystery woman and I have continued to be friends and we express our love for one another through texts and when we meet. I do still love her and she makes me feel alive and loved back.

So she is still sick and going for tests and is fighting the mystery illness. And she has an operation very soon to help some of her symptoms. But she has been very sick and barely able to work. Which brings me to today.

She asked me if I could drive her home because she is sick and I was done work so I obliged. We made small talk there and when we reached her house she turned to me and said we will have an important talk before she goes into surgery. Then I was caught off guard by this and took my sunglasses off and lost all words to say. All I could manage to say was yes and go get some sleep and get better. She went inside and I drove off.

What the hell does that mean? We need to have a talk? This evokes all my emotions and makes me wonder what to do or what it's about.

Do I want her back? Yes. Does she want me back? I don't know. Could it be because she wants to say something very important before she goes into surgery just in case something happens? All these and more questions come to mind as time slips by. And I am sure as days go by the mystery is going to become unbearable and hopes of her wanting me back will inevitably be growing in my mind.

So as I close this chapter of the blog I am still questioning about what may happen with this talk and why now? I do love her and always will. But I guess this means the answer to eight months of wondering will come to an end.

I know this may raise many questions about what I did and what she did will come to mind. It has been going through mine from the time I left the hospital. Generalities are needed in this particular blog for the both of us. But I will continue with the story and let you know in the future what happens.

Ciao for now

The Truth

I guess this is the right time to explain why I am doing this blog stuff. Well I don't really know.

I felt it was time to get all this crap that has happened in my life in the past year out for therapy sake. Yup therapy. I had been calling this guy in Winnipeg for sessions for a while now and he said if I wrote this all down I would feel better or could understand what happened and come to some kind of terms with it.

It seemed kinda cheesy at the time and being the manly guy I am, thought it was a waste of time and energy.

Then a friend of mine said he was blogging and loved it. I immediately didn't believe him either. But he was a friend and this did seem to be similar to what the doctor ordered. And I guess if there is feedback in what I am writing I guess it could help that person too.

Opening a dialogue about the past events, I guess is the key to helping myself. So blogging it is for now until I am told that my writing truly makes people physically sick to their stomachs. As I said before my writing is not going to be in the annals of great Canadian literature. although I would like to take that Margret Atwood down a peg or two. Could you imagine if there were literary awards for blogging. And the room falls silent an the spotlight illuminates the overstated podium where a man with a handlebar moustache and balding head with the faint stench of mothballs approaches with a single white envelope.

"And the Literary award for best blogging nominees are....Pierre Burton, Charlie Farquarson, Cameraguyrob, and Margret Atwood. And the winner is........Cameraguyrob" And the audience falls silent and a collective gasp can be heard and a single pop of bubblegum thunders through the auditorium.

That would be awesome. I'm sure she would send out her minions of man hating fans to Tanya Harding my ass. Or just follow me around and observe me from afar until I am driven crazy enough to hand deliver the award to Margret and apologize for any inkling of a thought that a man could ever live up to the greatness of the suppressed, feminist, literary genius that is Atwood.

A bit too far? I guess it is. But her and her kind still give me the willies. crazy right turn in the writing is over now.

For now this is gonna be my therapy and your thoughts or suggestions are welcome as long as you know I realize I ramble and stumble through this process.

So for now that's it and you now have an understanding why this has come about.

Ciao for now.

The Kissing Date

Up to now things have been going well with the new woman that has come into my life. Were talking and texting. But not too much. Ya know the type that text and call too much and by the end of the week she's moving into your place?

Well This weekend was a good start of things to come. We decided to go to grab a bite to eat then she wanted to see Iron Man 2(I couldn't believe it either). And then a trip out to Cochrane to watch a friend of mine perform at a red neck bar. Side note to this. He's black and this is a red neck bar with young wiggers pretending to be something they are not and the occasional skin head. Did I mention my friend is black? So as you can see some nights could be very interesting indeed.

At this point we talk and smile and have a good time. We haven't held hands or kissed. Just hugged at the end of the one date. I am trying this approach to make sure I don't go to fast for her and myself and to respect her as well. I'm not gonna jump all over her the first chance and turn her off. So innocent approach it is.

The bite and the movie were great. We both had a great time. Then this was the part she took the risk on and allowed me to drive her out to Cochrane. For a single woman it is a risk especially when she knows me but not to the point where she should take great risks. I could have easily driven her out to the country and, well you have an imagination.

So the trust factor is there and she comes along to the bar. And when we get there a hand full of townies are in the bar and my friend and the band started the first set. We sit down with my friends girl and the drummers squeeze. Introductions are made and we have a listen to the band. At this moment something truly out of the annals of the memory banks from when I was single pops out. "Well that's a nice ring you got there." While grabbing her hand and observing a fun piece of jewelry on her hand. And I noticed a smile come across her face and she said its a favorite ring of hers. Then I felt a little squeeze and that was it. That simply was when the hand holding started. At that moment she was looking at our hands and then looked up at me and we looked at each other for a moment. Now in nano seconds I imagined every possible scenario of what may happen if I go for the kiss. That includes getting a drink in my lap and a slap across the face and many combinations of the same humiliation. I thought about it. What the hell I thought. I went for it. BINGO> As I was getting close I noticed her eyes start to close and that was the sign I was waiting for and I completed the hard hurdle from friends to a date. Soft and subtle she kissed me back and DING DING DING she actually enjoyed it.

Don't get me wrong here. I have kissed some women while in the first year of my separation, but this was different some how. I respect her as a woman and fellow person in the media realm. I don't want to go to fast and ruin anything that could pop up(insert joke here).

So first base completed and were holding hands. Great start and farther than we went before. And she seems to be comforted at the fact the awkwardness is now gone at when the kiss would come, or is the person a good kisser? And all I can do is beam with how smoothly that went.

A couple of hours later and were still holding hands and she is ready to leave so she can get a fresh start on the next day. And I am pretty beat myself from the weeks work. So we say our goodbye's to everyone and head out. At this point I am happy that everything has gone so smoothly and just have the ride home and to drop her off at her home.

I pull up at her house and put the car in park. Before I am ready she is right there in my face and were kissing again. This time longer and more of it. I am amazed and delighted that she is receptive to it all. And at the end of a nice session of kissing were both feeling like teenagers and we say our good nights and she get out of the car and goes to her door. Of course I wait and watch and make sure she gets inside alright.

All in all a major success. Home run. Bisket in the basket. In the top shelf where your momma hides the cookies. Our team gave one hundred and ten percent. On and on the saying go.

No major problems and everything went disturbingly well. What the hell?

On the way home I am recalling everything from the evening and thoughts are flashing through my head like crazy. Why was it so smooth? What was I doing right? How come something didn't go wrong? Does this sound familiar to you?

We will part ways at this point til I can figure this one out. I am happy everything went good but like others I wonder why it was so easy and why hadn't it been like that for all the other dates in my life.

Til next time. I might have something more interesting than that for you.

New Beginnings

Here we go again.

It was a typical day where I was to be at work at 4:30am and be at the site where we shoot the live portion of the show by 5:00am. At that point something very interesting happened that would set in motion a chain of events for the day that made my week.

I was met at this gallery entrance by a beautiful 40's something lady,whom I have met before in previous events. On this day she was particularly aglow. And met me with a great smile and I more than a twinge of attraction to her. But I am a late 30's guy and haven't met someone like her before that could possibly be interested in a camera guy. She had an artistic style to her and class.

So I proceeded to set up for the day and save the small talk for when we had down time during the show. Good idea on my part I thought. Keep her happy about the job were doing promoting the exhibit that was currently showing in her gallery and engaging in conversation about the state of the art community around town.
Quickly I was set up and ready to go for the shoot. And then the uncomfortable silence creep ed in. You know the one where you want to say something but it has to be the right thing as to set the tone for the ongoing chat throughout the shoot.

Well it started rather easily as her asking me if I wanted some coffee. Just like that. "Would you like some coffee" is the greatest and easiest gesture that starts of a whole days conversation.From that simple question things started to flow as if I was catching up with an old friend.

Through the morning I glanced at her more than a few times. Well I guess I should describe her a little bit. She is about my height with beautiful long curly dark hair. With a slim build. She also has a very attractive face and doesn't look a bit like her age. By the way won't be mentioned here in respect for her womanly secrets. To say it kindly she looks 10 years younger than what she told me.

Moving on. This way please. Try and stick together and don't fall behind for this is when the good parts of the story begin.

So throughout the morning we exchanged glances and small talk. And for me seems all innocent enough. In my mind she wasn't interested in anything further than just getting through the morning in as pleasant a manner as possible and being a gracious host.

We happened to come to the end of the broadcast and I wrapped up everything and was ready to go. THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING. I have to bold that as my lowly attempt at a literary punctuation. I told you I wasn't goo at this writing stuff.
Back to the story.

I am just about to leave when she brings up the topic of the ACAD graduating class art show and if I was going. At that point I hadn't had any want or urge to see the over stated and unpolished works of grad students (a little harsh but that's for another article). She stated she was thinking about going and I politely said I might show up if all my work at home (bull sh*t) was done. So I handed her my business card and I was off to finish my shift.

The rest of the day was as per usual. I won't bore you with the details because it takes us on a tangent that you would be bored with.

As I was driving home I received a text from her stating that she added me to her gallery mailing list. Interesting. They usually just add people to their list and let the recipients find out by suprise when the emails start arriving. Kind of her to let me know. Hmmmmmmm. Thinking hard now. Yup she was hot. Bit out of my league though.

In the afternoons I usually have a nap so I can have a regular life at night and not be in bed by 8pm for the next days festivities at work. This works for me and may not work for others.

Interestingly enough I had received twelve emails while napping. And there at 2:29pm was the email I was not expecting at all. It was her once again. But this time she states she has been able to get off work earlier than expected and is going to be attending the art show at ACAD and she might see me there. *BING* Something is amiss here. This isn't adding up. She emailed me just to say she was going to the show. Hmmmm again. I think in woman speak this is a signal that my company would be not refused while strolling amongst the works of the students and indulging in arts speak that is both appreciative and deconstructive of their final masterpieces thus far in their young lives. WOW. Except for the run on sentence it almost seems like I know how to be writer. Though writers will quickly dissect and analyze this smattering of collective thoughts as we did with the art that evening.

Again back to the story.

I looked at my watch to find it was 4pm and the show started at 5 and I hadn't eaten or even close to being ready to impress for this sort of event. With little thought I jumped up and got my act together as fast as I could and out the door I went. Quick stop at ARBY's and into the $8 per day parking stall at the college. This is ridiculous. $8 per day it says on the sign. It's 5pm. Don't you think a reduction in fee is in order? Maybe $4 for the night? Yes, yes,yes I am off topic once again. Ernest Hemingway I am not.

I arrive to find a big crowd has already gathered and have proceeded to stroll through the art. And in my mind I am thinking "What the H E double hockey sticks am I doing here?". And "Please don't talk to me about the art because I don't think I could lie about how much each piece has great meaning". Let's not think I don't have my opinions or have an eye for art. I had in my earlier years dabbled in all forms of art and love the experience of creating a piece from scratch. So yeah I can BS with the best of them but try to not over extend my own knowledge.

Onward into the artistic fray of artistic hopefuls with dreadlocks and home made clothes. By the way this is the first time I realized the 70's porn star moustache in en vogue with the fresh starving artists of today. It takes a brave soul to be able to accept the ridicule of others in silent whispers behind their backs.

I stroll through the first gallery of art and all the while keeping a keen eye out for the familiar face from the morning. Through the well laid out maze I walked at the pace of a zombie looking for a fresh kill. Sort of a shuffle then a pause and a few more shuffles to get to the next piece to critique. Art. Art. Art? Does a picture of roadkill bunny really impress me as a piece of art? Let me state this clearly in my own opinion so it doesn't get confused with anything else in this article. No my young starving artist. A photograph of a bunny that had been run over with it's entrails spilling over the road with a clear tire mark squishing them does not make you even one little bit of an artist. It isn't pleasant subject matter and most importantly would not sell in any gallery that would risk hanging it up on their hooks that are worth more than the thoughtless crud you try and pass on as art But i bet you have a great essay to spew when asked what the inspiration for your piece is. That's just BS ing yourself into thinking your deep when in reality a mouse wouldn't drown in your artistic pool of knowledge. Venting over now back at it.

Where was I. Ah yes back to the art loving zombie shuffle with a careful scan of the crowd for that person from the morning. Shuffling and looking then scanning the crowd. Over and over this goes on. All the while the sinking feeling that this building may be hiding her somewhere in it's bowels so I wouldn't be able to find her.

I exit the first gallery while looking at the brochure to see whats next and when I look up..... Yup you guessed it. She is standing right there in front of me pleasantly dressed with a nice smile on her face looking right at me. I couldn't make this movie style chance meeting up. It actually happened this way.

So we exchanged pleasantries and proceeded through the gallery. Talking and critiquing as we went and having a very good time in doing it. I won't bore you with the minor details of the evening. If you have ever been to a gallery opening then you know what it is like.

So this brings us to what I thought was the end of the night. And then she asked a very intriguing question. " You hungry?". What? Me? Hungry? Huh? The speed at which these questions dashed through my head was like a nano second. She quarried "Have you been to Farm on 17 ave?". I said I had been hungry and no I hadn't been to this restaurant. As easy as that we made the plans to meet there and have something to eat. Still the questions repeated through my head. Little surreal right now.

We both arrive at the restaurant at the same time and proceed in and get a table. Conversation is easy and light and we lose all sense of time. By the time we are done a bottle of wine is empty and a delicious cheese fondue has been had with and apple dessert of two. No hands were touched during this meal. Then the waitress asks us to pay because its closing time. "CRAP". This means just one thing. It's 11:30pm and tomorrow is gonna be trouble getting up for work.

So I pick up the cheque and we walk outside to the corner. At this point I would like to say thank you to the street people for dressing up in their sketchiest clothes and hanging around the corner where her vehicle was parked. Because of this I was able to make an excuse to walk her to her car. This is what your waiting for. We made our polite thanks for the company for the night and both stood there wondering what was the next appropriate move. I said "goodnight" and made the gesture for a hug. Yes I did. This isn't the type of woman you just stick your tongue in her mouth. At this point we both felt awkward and said some other things like text me or something like that but the amount of time that passed was enough for manners to require another hug.Hehehehe. So we did. And to my surprise I felt and heard her take a deep breath as if she was filing my scent into her memory banks.Felt good. Real good. And right.

So I left her there and proceeded to jump into bed as soon as I could because now its 12am and four hours sleep sucks.

Well that's it for now. That's all I'm gonna tell you.........OK. OK. The next day she texted me and said what a good time she had the night before. Fantastic. I like this woman. So I will let you know were going to have the first official date on Saturday. She even picked to go see "Iron Man 2". Believe it or not.

I'll let you know how it goes.
Ciao for now