Sunday, February 7, 2010

Had It With Love-On-Line Ugahhh

I'm probably destined never to find someone to love me, in that special-way__an experiance shared between just two people together, and, don't know how i feel about it; most of the time. So it was a big mistake to start responding to that Jason character who contacted me from my ad. I mean he knew i was looking for cliants and posted on a site desgined just for that, so really i can't be blamed that it didn't work-out for him.


I mean i realy was thinking about just giving myself to him for the fun of it. he looks great, hung, horny...what else could a girl want..? but he creeped me out when he said he was comming over and repeated my address(wrongly) because just the same...he wasn't invited, and i don't like being put on the spot like that anyway. Now that i think of it...What the FuCk !!


Anyway my job keeps me in enough sex, and most of it is actually pritty dammed good too.!! it's nice to know i still at 55 or 56 still have what it takes to break a heart once in a while though, even if that wasn't what i was trying to do.



Feb 8th. / 2010..................M O N O L O G...................19:49 Hrs.

And i'm just getting-back from that nasty-job on the west-island.n MAN that place is a lot of work, but it should go-fast__with that i don't have to be careful with the floors. As i suspected there are other people working in the house, and their shit is all-over the place. but again it's not all that-bad !!

And Sol was rude fron the moment i got into his new truck to the monent he let me-off again at the bus-turmnal. everyboby who came to look at the diggs, for renting or laybour's / crontracters, were all introduced to me as the gay-guy, and there would be chuckles all-around..

When i left work, i made Sol lend me fifty-bucks; so as i could buy a new pair of shoes. i told him what i wanted the bread for, of course; though that didn't make it any easier to un-clasp his tight little-fist. but i told him i'de be going-in an hour later tomorow, at Eleven__in the truck, and getting home__after buying my shoes, i called on his house-phone to say: i alreaddy bought the shoes and could meet at Ten like i was originaly going to do__since this morning. I didn't have to call him of course, and could have easily found good-use to put with that extra hour of free-time.

Well needless-to-say, Pimp Daddy failed to impress-upon me, his gratitude that i took the inichuative, called him, and made arangements to have an earlier-day than he expected.





I was thinking all-day, JaySon would send me an e-mail, as we are supposed to have a date to-night__at Ten. I could have encouraged hin this morning however, since i woke-up an hour earlier; than i had set the alarm for. but when i remember how he never showed-up the last-time, and, the only time i've actually arranged a date__with him, in all the thirty e-mails we've exchanded together, it makes me wonder if it's all really worth the time. He seems to be pritty high-matinance to me/ and pritty available; any-time i actually put-in the extra-effort Ugahhh !!



But then this all has to come to an end now, as JaySon just called. I tried to tell him i was too tired and we should make it another day. i told him i hadn't had a shower or eaten super, and ther was more to do at work this first-day on the site__than i expected. And almost got away with-it. We decided he will re-call in an hour and a half__after i've had a chance to take my shower and make the bed.

Well ShiT...i might get FuCkeD 2-nite. and that would be aughsome

Really should'nt post-this, in the event the-boy reads it and decides to punish me by not showing-up again and me not getting my butt cracked. MAN i really need-it bad too, and this boy not only wants to be-grudgenly make a forty-buck donation, but from what i hear has a nice, thich eight-incher too.

Yea... i think i'll take my shower now and wait to see if he shows-up, before i post this !! Yummy




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