Panty Peeler

Some of you have been waiting for this post for a long time, I know. I want to start by saying that I'm not proud of my actions, but at the same time, I don't really regret them either. With that, on to the stories…

For the several months I have been truly a single man. S and I had the talk and realized that we had two big problems in our relationship- 1) I'm not sure that I want to be married- ever, and 2) She's not sure that she wants to be married to me. With that, we went our separate ways. Well, as separate as I typically do. We still occasionally talk, have gone out to dinner a few times, she even went on my dad's 70th Birthday cruise since it was already booked. NOTHING happened. Since I was a single man, I ended up putting an ad on Match. I know lots of people who had success there and I figured what the hell.

So I end up meeting a girl for dinner and we had an OK time. She was very socially awkward. By that I mean she couldn't make eye contact when she was talking. She would look everywhere but to the person she was speaking to. That was a bit of a red flag. We met again with plans to go to a restaurant by my apartment and that's when the view took over. We did go to dinner, and went back to my place and well as The Lady in Red calls it, the panty peeler effect took over. We started fooling around a bit before calling it a night.

A few weeks later we met again for dinner, both saying we're not really looking for anything serious, just two people going out to dinner. I met her at the restaurant and she was dressed in such a way to accentuate her breasts. After dinner, we went back to my place to watch TV. We watched something off the DVR and she excuses herself to the bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later with her hair down, wearing a sheer teddy, panties and boots. It was an incredible outfit. I know what you're thinking- this is right out of penthouse forum. I've experienced some crazy things in my life as you know, but I really didn't see this coming from the shy, barely able to hold eye contact girl. Needless to say, we started fooling around and ended up in the bedroom. We fell asleep together, but she ended up leaving around 4am. I never felt so cheap and used. Oh wait, yes, I did- once in college. We had a good time and never talked about her changing act there. We still occasionally text, and we've met for lunch once since then, but with my schedule that's really all the time I've had available. We briefly talked and she understood my schedule and now doesn't think that she can handle it.

Through the magic of Facebook, people can reconnect with anyone. The person who used to steal your lunch money in first grade, The guy who you used to beat up in 6th grade, the first girl who broke your heart. You can also reconnect with people you were acquaintances with over the year, and perhaps learn more about them. The second story is about one of those people.

I'm alone a lot. Whether it be at night time in a hotel room, or when I'm home generally speaking I'm alone. I'll sit there and go through Facebook when I'm bored and read people's statuses, and occasionally comment. That's how it all started with M. She made a comment wondering how she got to where she is in her life. I've wondered that same thing many times. I definitely took a non-traditional path to my career and made sacrifices along the way. I'm not as close to my friends as I used to be. I always used to be the guy who kept in touch with people. As we've all grown up, I've fallen out of touch. It's not that we're not still friends, it's just we're all in different places in our lives. My life choices have cost me at least 3 relationships, mainly because I have put my job ahead of my personal life. At this point, I have very few close friends. If I was to get married, I don't know who I would pick to be my best man, let alone be my groomsmen. Enough with the pity party and on to the story-

After a few comments on Facebook, we decide what the hell, lets meet for dinner. We did and we both had a good time. We weren't really friends in high school, just acquaintances like I said. She asked if I was always this cool in HS, etc. We end up meeting the next time up by me and are talking and walking and the panty peeler took effect. We ended up kissing at the end of the pier where my apartment is, and headed up to my apartment where merriment followed. We have hooked up a few times, having a friends with benefits situation that I seem to fall into from time to time. She was out with another friend from HS at one point and mentioned that she and I had been fooling around and told her that I was amazing in bed and particularly in giving oral sex. Apparently that friend responded- I always thought that he was cute and wondered what he'd be like in bed. I didn't realize girls did that.

I never believed the panty peeler theory that The Lady in Red was espousing, but now I have no choice but to believe in it. She wonders why I'm not having sex every night that I'm home because of the view. I really don't think of my self as a guy who could do that, and I'm not Barney Stinson, So I'm not taking that as a challenge. I've been thinking long and hard about my living situation and may end up giving up my apartment for a little while during NASCAR. More on that later.

Merry Christmas to me

Since I'm stuck in Wisconsin and can't get home due to the snow in Newark, I bought myself a few Christmas presents.

First I got myself an AppleTV. It's a pretty cool device that lets you stream video to a monitor via an HDMI connection. More and more hotels have the HDMI port brought out on the desk, so this was a no brainer. Especially since I'm going to be here for over a week. My second present to myself was a flip cam. They're cheap enough and small enough, I figured why not. a little HD video camera that records to flash memory seems like a cool thing.

With all of this time on my hands, I'm working on catching you up on goings on in my life, but it's taking a long time to get them written.

So much to write, so little time

I've been really busy lately, both work wise and in my personal life. I'll write more about that as I find the time, but wanted to give an update on things medically. I put some of the weight I lost back on. Between my back injury and the cruise I think it was bound to happen. I actually only put on 3 lbs while on the cruise, so most of the 15lbs I gained was a result of not exercising because of my back. When I saw the Doctor last Thursday, he wasn't happy with my appearance physically. He could tell that I put on the weight. When he called yesterday with my hba1c number, he was still impressed. It was 5.4 which is in the normal range. It's not as good as my number was last time, but considering I was on steroids for my back, it's pretty good.

As far as my back goes, it has been acting up again. I have the radiating pain occasionally. Now it the pain has moved to shooting down my right leg instead of the left leg. I went to see the pain management doctor, and will be getting an injection on Wednesday to hopefully help alleviate the pain. He thinks it MAY be related to the severe headaches I've been getting also. I'll update on that as I have time as well.

Thank You mystery Ex..

I got an email today from a dominatrix saying that an "ex" of mine was giving me a birthday present of a one hour session with her. She is a very attractive person, who is a redhead and apparently over 6' tall in heels. So she would fit the 6' redhead dominatrix I've been looking for. I have to admit that I am a bit nervous because I don't know for sure who gave this to me as a present. I have my guesses, but they're only guesses.

I haven't pissed off any exes that I know, so I'm sure that the gift is just that, a nice gesture. Right now, I'm planning on having the session on Tuesday afternoon. She knows that I have the plug, and would like me to wear it to the session. I told her I would definitely try, but I haven't worn it in public before. I can only imagine when the sensation will be like trying to keep it in while walking to the PATH, on the PATH and Subway or taxi.

I find out on Tuesday morning the exact location I am to go to. Any one want to own up to giving me this gift to help calm my nerves? Am I nuts for going?

Two steps forward...

One step back. More on that later

On Sunday night I took advantage of being in a city where a friend lives. I met my friend Bonney out for drinks after our game. I was able to take the DC Metro system from my hotel to her neighborhood to meet her. It was a nice 20 minute ride on the metro. While it doesn't run as often as I'm used to in the NYC area, it was clean and right on schedule. The downside to the Metro is that it stops running at 12am on school nights.

Catching up with Bonney was great. I hadn't seen her a years. Bonney is the one person I know who travels more than I do for her job. At one point, she didn't even bother having a home as she was traveling for 18 months straight. (In all fairness, of the 18 months, she wasn't working for 5 days. She had to go to a wedding and a few funerals). She has me beat on the states list also. She's only missing one- Alaska. She keeps looking for an angle to get there for work though, and had almost succeeded this summer, but her plan was foiled at the last minute.

Bonney and I met through Kristen. Back in the day, Kristen had visions of setting us up. She quickly realized that she and I always become friends with every member of the opposite sex, so nothing would happen. She was right. We've stayed in touch and commiserated over travel stories. She's been lucky in that many times she's flying on chartered aircraft so she doesn't have to deal with the flying public.

While we were hanging out on Sunday night, we hatched a plan to make a surprise visit to Kristen in Arkansas. Kristen has always said that the only two people who she has a chance at seeing in Arkansas would be Bonney or me because of our traveling. From what I've been able to tell, she hasn't been adjusting well and she really wants to seem some familiar faces. We sent her a picture of the two of us together enjoying our beers and got an immediate response. When we told her we were in DC, she responded "Ahh... civilization". I'll believe the Arkansas trip when I see it. To try and get our schedules together will be a huge problem. Bonney also has the tendency to flake out on things like this also. We're going to try and plan it while it's still fresh in our minds though.



Back to the title of this post
This morning I woke up and had pain in my lower back again. No pain down the leg however, and the tingling seems to be staying away. So, the no tingling is huge, but having the pain in my back is more annoying because it does cause me to limit my activities.

Sidenote
I really think that traveling should be spelled travelling.

Missing.

I woke up today and I felt different. It was as if I was missing something. The tingling I have been living with in my left leg is gone. So far it hasn't come back. This is hopefully a good sign that the end is near in dealing with my back.

Awkward moment

I have so much to write, but so little time. I wanted to get this one out there before it got too far gone. I went out on Monday night to meet J and her fiance'. I think I wrote about how I was surprised when she told me she had gotten engaged, especially since I didn't know she was dating anyone. He is from Ireland and is currently living in the UK.

So, I meet her and Vince (the fiance') and several others at the bar, and I'm introduced to him. She screws up the introduction- It went "Kevin, this is my friend Vince, Vince, this is my fiance' Kevin." The look on her face was priceless when she realized what she just said. Vince seemed like a nice enough guy, but was definitely not what I was expecting. In fact, he may have been the last person in the bar I would have picked for her.

Their interaction with each other also seemed off. There were no PDA's. In fact, there was very little interaction between them at all. They were just sitting next to each other, not much talking and no contact at all. If they're happy though, that's all that matters.