Dave "Fucking SEXY!" Navarro - This man just oooooozes SEX!
Well, hello there my fellow bloggers! Long time no see, eh! Yes, it has been a while since I have last posted. I am bad about that. It's not like I have a whole helluva lot to keep me busy. I'm just plain ass lazy!
While I was bored at work today, I decided to surf the internet for some Dave Navarro pictures. I just had to share at least one of them with you. Is he not the most sexiest man!? Well, I sure in the hell think so! I have a thing for tall, skinny white guys with dark hair and eyes, facial hair with goatees and tattoos. I prefer guys with long hair, but I think Dave here looks sexy regardless what the length of his hair is. And I sure in the hell wouldn't kick him out of my bed! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Oh yea, he is fucking hot! Just look at them eyes. They can melt the panties right off of me anytime
Anyway, let's move on... [Just give me a moment to day dream a little bit longer...]
Okay, I think I am done...for now.
Well, not a whole helluva lot has been going on in my life as of late. Except for the fact that my car's front end is still shaking after I got 2 new tires put on the front on Saturday. Now I'm going to have to get the damned things from end re-aligned again. I can barely afford to put gas in the damn this as it is, now I've got to dump more money into the bitch. Oh well, story of my life.
I made it through a whole week of working out, only to get sick the following week on Monday. I woke up on Tuesday feeling like utter crap! I caught some cold or flu or whatever, that kept me bed ridden for 3 days. Then on the 3rd day I had to venture out of the house to get some meds so I could make it into work that Friday. I had already used up all of my sick days and was using the rest of my vacation days. My body was still aching from the fear I still had, which I totally felt in all my joints. It was miserable, hell, I was miserable! By the time that I got back from the stores, my ankles were hurting me. Which I thought was odd as all hell. I just figured it was from being sick, so I shrugged it off. My fever did finally break the next day so I was able to make it into work without feeling totally like shit. But my ankles were still hurting me, on the inside. Going up and down the stairs from work didn't make them feel any better either, it made them worse. But again, I just shrugged it off.
Now it's Monday of last week, and my ankles are still killing me. I'm trying to shrug it off, but the pain is getting to where I can't really ignore it. But I managed to do it, but on the way to the gym I decided to pick up some bandage tape to wrap them up while I work out. By the time I left the gym I was in even worse pain. Great!
Tuesday, my ankles are even worse than the day before, I can barely walk without limping like I am some old lady that has bad arthritis. I tried to stay in my office as much as possible, but people were not letting me. If it was not one thing, it was another. I don't know how many times I had to keep going up and down the damned stairs. My office is on the second floor and I had to keep going onto the manufacturing floor to install software onto our CD duplicator machine, which was not co-operating with me that day either. Then our CFO was pissing me off and I had to give a copy of a report that I just cleaned up to our purchasing department, yep...downstairs. Oh I just wanted to kill the bitch! Then she sees me limp off to go deliver the report and she asks me if I am okay. Um NO! My ankles hurt like a mother fucker and I've been trying to just stay in my office, but NOOOOOOO, people keep making me go up and down these damn stairs! But thanks for asking! Well, I was finally able to just sit at my desk and try to get some OTHER work done that I had been trying to do before all the interruptions. Called the doctors, it was time to make an appointment.
So, now it's evening, I'm sitting at Kaiser Hospital waiting to see the doctor, the one I have an appointment with just happens to be running WAY behind. The air conditioning in the place is killing me, I can feel it in my ankles really bad, it's making them ache constantly now. About an hour and a half later my name is finally called. I give the doctor the run down...started working out the week before, just got sick last week and blah, blah, blah. Diagnosis? I aggravated my ankles from over working them by starting the workout at the gym. When I got sick, that just weakened them more so when I took off for the store to get my meds, I aggravated the joints to where I got tendonitis. The bad new she tells me, she wants me to stop working out for at least a week now and take these anti-inflammatory med, and stay off me feet as much as possible. Yeah, that is going to be a problem since my office is on the second floor. She asks if we have an elevator in our building. HA HA HA HA! Yeah, right. Uh, NO! "Well, get some ankle supports, wear them all day, take them off when you get home elevate your ankles and ice them." Okay, fine. Whatever.
So, except for on Monday, I didn't work out all last week. Was supposed to go up and see my best friend over the weekend for my birthday, but scratched that plan. The weekend was the only days I had to truly stay off my feet as much as possible. It's a hour drive up North to my best friends house, that I decided not to do the journey, since I normally drive up after work. I just put the journey off until this weekend. Beside, with it being Labor Day weekend, I'll have an extra day that I can stay up there to visit with her and the kids.
How are my ankles now, if you even care. They are not too bad. I got a lot of the swelling down and I can tolerate the stairs at work. I went back to working out again yesterday, keeping my ankles wrapped, but after yesterday, I decided to do a lighter workout for my bottom half with less of an impact to my ankles. As long as I ice them when I get home, I'm fine. It's just a reminder to me that I am getting old. Not like my birthday doesn't do a good reminder of that on its own! Just gotta love being 37 with 57 year old feeling joints!
What else happened... Oh yea. About 7-8 years ago I met this young guy on-line. Turned out he lived on my block at the time. He sent me a picture of him and I thought he was just gorgeous, that I just had to have him. I was no longer seeing anyone, I was single again...and believe me, I was ready! So we met at Porky's, he bought a friend with him. So we didn't get to talk a whole lot, but we ended up meeting again. And again. And again. And again... I think you get the picture. The sex was fucking great! He had a girlfriend, and yeah, sad but true, I really didn't care. I was not looking for a relationship, I just wanted to have a good time. Sexually we just clicked. The sex was fucking great, but that is where it ended. Conversation was not something I engaged with him, we really had nothing to talk about. This lasted for quite a few years. On again, off again. I never saw him when I was involved with anyone. The last time I saw him was probably about 5 years ago. We'd talk in between that time if he just happened to catch me on-line. He knew I had a serious boyfriend, he still being with the same girlfriend when we were messing around together. But he always wanted to hook up with me. About a few years ago he ended up changing jobs and now works down the street from me. I must have given him my cell phone number at on point in time, cause he ended up calling me last week to take me out to lunch, after he was right behind me when we were both on our way to work earlier in the week. I saw that it was him behind me, I figured he would see it was me by my license plate on my car, it's the same as the screen name I had on AOL. So he calls me up to take me out to lunch on Thursday, I figure what the hell...who knows what lunch could bring. Not much happened that day, just a little kiss. I had forgotten I was going to drive out to Fremont to drop something off on my lunch. He ended up taking me, he is such a nice guy. So I figured the least I could do was give him a kiss. I had forgotten what a great kisser he was! My juices were flowing.
Friday, he calls me up again. He'd been thinking about me since the day before, wanted to have lunch again. He picked me up (he drives a van for work...how convenient, we parked some where, we kiss a little bit, but I just can't bring myself to do anything more. My more morally, practical part of me tells me that it's just not right. I'm so damned horny though, that I just want to fuck him. Thinking back on all those time before, oh yeah...I wanted him. He ends up dropping me off at work, without nothing more happening. But, he e-mails me over the weekend. We make plans to "do" lunch again on Monday. I mean com'mon now, a woman has got needs...AND I NEED DAMN IT!
Monday comes, I'm ready to fuck his brains out at lunch. He picks me up, we go park in some parking lot down the street, no one around. We're going at it... But there is nothing there, none of the same feelings as I had before with him. I end up not listening to my instincts and decide to go for it anyway. So we are going at it, I'm riding him in the back ofhis van...but there is still nothing there. I just stop and tell him, "This just isn't working." Make up some story about it just being too hot and not enough room. I do finish him off though. The least I can do is give the poor guy head. I always did enjoy giving him head, that was one thing I knew that got him more than anything. I don't think his girlfriend knows how to please that boy, seriously. But anyway...I end up back at work. I tell my friend at work what happened a couple of hours later. She's laughing at me, telling me I'm crazy. I'm telling her that that is not something I'll be doing again. There just wasn't anything there anymore. I'm sitting in her cubicle and my phone rings. It's him. Calling to tell me how fucking good I felt and that he wished that we had more time and some place else to go. Oh great! What in the hell have I started now?!
He called me again today at lunch time. He was out working at a job in Berkeley. He tells me he's been thinking of me since yesterday and yadda, yadda, yadda. Wants to get together soon after work. I told him that isn't going to work out since I go straight to the gym after work. He told me he'd give me a workout. Yea....uh, NO. I haven't told him why I won't get together with him again, I'm not a total bitch. I'll just continue to make excuses when ever he calls me. I hope he doesn't call me again tomorrow. I think that chances of that not happening are slim.
Today I bought airplane tickets to go to Vermont in November. I have a friend there, male, we'll call him Dew. I usually go and see my girlfriend who lives in Massachusetts and Dew too, but this time I want to see just him. We've been planning this trip for a couple of months now. What about the lunch time boy toy, you say? Oh he knows all about him. I tell Dew everything, we don't hold anything back from each other. Dew and I have always had this thing, yet our timing has always been really bad. I've known him for about 8 years now. I even talked to him about "Lunch Boy" just this weekend. He knew that I was going to fuck him, and he knows that it was just for the sex, nothing more. He knows the out come of that as well. He just laughed at me. He also knows that when I say that that will never happen again, I mean it. I might make some mistakes, as we all do, but it only takes me once to learn my lesson.
I saw Dew on my last trip back there March of last year. We hung out together, but nothing happened because my ex had called me about a month before I was to go back there, wanting me back. And of course, because I loved him still, I took him back, like a dummy I might add. We didn't last much longer after I got back. He got very distant again. But now that this is completely over now, really. Just look back at past entries, I've gotten pretty much over him. But while I was back there with Dew, the sexual tension was quite high. We played with tension with talk, but nothing else. I respected the fact that I was with Mr Love again, and so did Dew. He knew I wouldn't ever cheat on him, he knows that I am not the cheating kind. I may do a guy who cheats on his GF, but that's all on him, not me. I do have some morals...LOL. So now that I am no longer with Mr Love, we decided to test out the timing department. I will be in Vermont from November 16th through the 21st. On the 18th we are going to drive down to NYC. My favorite band in the whole wide world, HIM, is going to be playing at the Hammerstein Ballroom that night, and I am not going to miss it for the world. I am hoping that everything goes well. And if I happen to get another one of those phone calls before I leave, OH FUCKING WELL! He had his chance, 3 times. 3 strikes and you're out! End of game.
Now if only I can get Dew to move out here. He's always saying how he is really hating the winters in Vermont (he's lived there all his life). He keeps saying that he wants to move. Where he works now at Adelphia, there has been some rumors that they might merge with Comcast. Hell, he can put in for a transfer out here. Him and his brother can come out here. Hell, I could find a 3 bedroom place to rent for all of us. Lord knows I can't afford to live on my own, it would be perfect. Who knows... It could happen.
[Too tired now to do a spell check...so deal!]
Oh yea, I've got something you can finger, baby! Let me tug on one of those nipple rings with my teeth.
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