TFP Confessional

I'm not going to argue with that. But I'm not going to go through my life being afraid of everything that has an element of danger to it, either. Much like driving, I'm going to keep my eyes open, obey the 'rules of the road,' and practice defensive fucking.

Besides, the acquisition of 'new dates' has slowed down dramatically since school started and I feel comfortable with the two men I am still seeing on a semi-sporadic basis. Although, I do have a date with someone new next Thursday. Still looking for Mr. Right Now ad perpetuum. It's been a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.

 

Much easier to find Mr. Right Now ad penetratum.

 

I'm becoming rather fed up with my GF coming home on Friday afternoon stumbling into bed for a 2-3 hour nap then emerge to inform me "we" have dinner,party, or just "get together" plans in a couple hours. A couple months ago after this starting to become an every weekend occurrence I started asking her, as I did both last night and this morning, prior to her leaving for school on Firday- "Do we have plans tomorrow night or this weekend?" Almost always her answer is "no we have the weekend all to ourselves." Just as it was this morning and last night. Now she wakes up at 7PM and starts showering, putting on make-up etc... "Umm, what are you doing?" "I'm getting ready for my cousins birthday party... do you think you could wear that blue shirt? I like that shirt on you." Now the cousin she's talking about is 3 so if this is a surprise party the only person it should surprise is the 3 yr. old. "But you told me we had no plans?' "We don't, baby it's just a quick stop by for Carmen's BD party we'll be in and out of there in less then an hour." No we won't, no way not a chance in hell. I've been there and done this several fucking times now. She'll get to talking with every relative there and it'll be at least 2am before we get home. I don't mean to stereotype but in Mexico manana does not mean tomorrow, it means some day other than today. And an hour means anywhere between 4 and 72 hours. It most certainly does not mean "an hour."

Now naturally I'm going to end up going and I'm going to smile while 20-30 toddlers run around a rented "event hall" screaming, yelling and many crying about who knows what. But tomorrow I'm having a sit down adult "WTF" conversation with someone.

Now excuse me while I go find my blue shirt. Fuck.

 

Yes, that's not so hard to find at all. But I have this funny kink. I only want to fuck a guy who might be, I dunno, listening to fabulous music or saying something interesting when he's not waging a full frontal assault against my cervix.

 

I bet he looks good in it

 

I need to get me a blue shirt...

 

It's a blue "Guayabbera" like this only a little darker

And it has some silver embroidery in a pattern basically like this-



I don't have the matching ascot or douche bag sun glasses. My douche bag sun glasses are Maui Jim's. I stopped wearing sun glasses at night after graduating high school. I do own a hat a little like the guy in the photo but I rarely wear it, was a gift from my ex wife.

If you guys ever make it to Merida do yourself a huge favor- get a couple Guayabera shirts and learn 30-50 basic Spanish phrases. I have several everyday Guayaberas and then I have a couple my GF bought me from Azul's here in Merida. My everyday shirt were roughly $30 USD and the ones from Azul's are custom made, fix with French cuffs. They run any where from $200-350 USD Whatever you do don't dress like the average Gringo tourist. Tourist clothing will serve you fine in Cancun but here in Merida you might as well be wearing be an orange jumpsuit with "prisoner" written across the back and down the legs.

 

I think I have a crush on a female blogger:
Blogger: User Profile: Michelle's Spell

Initially, I saw her pics before her blog and started to go through them quite thoroughly...


...and then I felt guilty because I was looking only at the pics instead of reading her blog.


So, I started reading her blog... and continually got distracted because of her pics.

 

It's been years since I've had a rhubarb pie. My grandmother made those and rhubarb sauce. So good. So long ago. Now melancholy.

 

I cried a lot yesterday.

 

I do not like this.

 

You OK?

 

OK enough I guess. I was at the funeral for my friend.

 

Did you take the train to the funeral? Lots of good memories on the Metra train. The rain was certainly fitting for a sad day

Sometimes I wish my husband didn't love working in IT so much. It makes for a lonely life sometimes. Yet another weekend by myself while he's dealing with "emergencies". He gets more drool happy looking at a new server or network gadget than me :|

 

My condolences.