I'm addicted. There's no tip toeing around it. No denials. Just quiet resolution. I can't stop playing Madden NFL 2005.

Mrs. got me an Xbox for Christmas. Like I said before. I'm a geek, but I don't do typically geek things. Gaming is one of them. I played Doom back when it first game out until I beat it. I haven't gamed since. I just sort of... lost interest after that.

But with the new Xbox... I've been sucked in. It has all of the "cool factors" for me. I can hook it up to the home theater system and play it on my 55" big screen. I went out and braved the after Christmas shopping crowds to purchase the High Def AV Pack for it. Now I'm playing Madden NFL at 480p (the system is capable of 1080i) with full surround sound. The Xbox is even capable of decoding DTS (my favorite). I'm probably going to go out and find a game in 1080i with DTS just for the sake of having it whether I like the game or not.

And lastly, I LOVE football. I didn't get to watch much of it because I had DirectTv w/o local channels. Right before Christmast I switched to DishNet with locals and High Def. Ahhh.... Finally FOOTBALL!!! THEN.... just when the season is winding down into playoffs... I CAN PLAY FOOTBALL YEAR ROUND WITH MADDEN!!!!

I'm feeling my palms grow sweaty, my eyes glancing longingly towards the TV room. To hell with my 3 yr old who I'm watching by myself today... she can entertain herself... yeah.. she's old enough to cook her own lunch... yeah....

AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Happy Holidays to all!!

I'm off for the next two weeks. My family will be coming to Pluff town for Christmas weekend. Then I travel to fish with my Dad over New Years. Blogging will be sporadic at best.

If you've been good, I hope Santa will bring you what you want. If you've been naughty... well... could switches be considered a bad thing?

I'm most likely falling on the naughty side. I don't see me getting what I want for Christmas (a threesome with 2 beautiful blonds). Sigh.. Then again, my Christmas wish could be what put me in the naughty category.

So much for posting the followup Monday.

Friday, the boss decided it was a good day for a happy hour. We all left work around 3:00. It was a beautiful warm sunny day. The bar is downtown near a small college and has a patio. A perfect place for us pervs to ogle the young college girls.

WB (girl from work) decided to join us. Usually, the conversation is pretty raunchy. It gets louder and louder the more we drink. With WB there, we tried to watch ourselves. It lasted all of 20 minutes. As usual, we ogled young women, made crude comments. We always have a habit of saying things subtly. Then someone, usually one of the Cs will take us right off the cliff of good taste.

Around 5ish our group started to thin out. WB was meeting a group of her friends at the same bar to celebrate a birthday. A few minutes after the first couple of people left our group, a friend of WB joined us. Her name is "Heather" (I'm starting to tire of keeping the initials straight. We'll see how pseudonyms work). Heather is a geek too. She works for an alcohol distributor as a system administrator. It didn't take her too long to fit right in.

Another hour went by. The rest of the group got up to leave. WB and Heather asked if I wanted to meet her friends. I've always been curious as to WB's orientation. She has always talked about boyfriends etc. Her demeanor is a tiny bit on the butch side. I met some of her friends a few years ago and they seemed a little... alternate. Most people in my office think she's gay. I lean a bit towards bi. Her friends are way more... butch than WB. So I was curious to see if I'd learn anything new.

WB introduced me around the group. There were about 8 more women (than WB and Heather). The group had 2 of everyone. 2 Heathers, 2 WBs, 2 Nicoles, even 2 Mr.s (except one was female and spelled her name accordingly). WB had her arm around my waist as she introduced me to everyone. I guess it doesn't take much anymore. I have to say I liked it.

We got to one of the Nicole's. She stood out from the group. She was tall with a beautiful face and very dark hair. It may have been dyed. She had a tiny mod/retro vibe that's popular on the west coast. She wore hip hugger jeans and a simple white belly shirt. I think she may have had a piercing or two on her face. Nothing that jumped out as scary. Maybe one on her eyebrow. She had a very nice figure. I.e. tall but well proportioned.

I chatted with her for a while. She's getting married in the spring and moving to the Bahamas. The classic male dog in me thought to myself "hmm... if she has any tendencies for women she at least goes both ways" while I did a fast calculation of my odds. What can I say. I'm a guy. I'm a dog. Anyway, I went around the group and chatted with some more of WBs friends. The whole time my eyes kept wandering back to Nicole.

In the past, WB and I had extensive political arguments. She's liberal. I'm conservative. At one point in the evening she pulled me over to Heather and said "You know, Heather taught me all I know about politics. Mr is a republican". To which I quickly corrected her "I'm a conservative. TRUE conservative. Not the religious right wing that people associate with republicans". Heather immediately went off on me. She said "Ok... let me just say... I'm a lesbian" HULLooo!! I had strong suspicians about WBs friends when I met them years ago. This wasn't a shocker. Just the bold announcement. She went on to say anyone who voted for Bush is a anti-gay religious freak. I've railed about this in the past. I really didn't want to get into another political argument. So I raised my hands and said "I'm not going to argue... I'm not going to argue". Heather pressed on "You don't understand!! blah blah blah. As I've stated in the past, I don't care. I have my issues. I voted the way I did because I thought Kerry was a poll politician as was Clinton. I believed he didn't have any convictions. But those were on MY issues. I have complete respect for gays in America because I think they are persecuted. They are becoming the civil rights movement of the 2000s. As a true conservative, I don't care what you do in the bedroom. Get married. As long as it doesn't have a negative impact on me or others, do whatever the hell you want. So if offended me that she assigned me this right wing ultra religious stereotype. I tried, passively I might add, to tell her that a significat portion of people who voted for Bush, or against Kerry, do NOT have the super religious values the left thinks we do. Sure there's a lot that do. But percentage wise, if the slight right were to be alienated by the ultra right, the vote would go the other way. It's enough that neither side can ignore us. She didn't believe me and pressed on. I didn't see the conversation going anywhere positive. I was offended by the comments (only because of the prejudice) but I held my tongue and continued to put my hands up and say "I'm not arguing". At one point WB jumped in between us like a referee does in a boxing match.

Two things happened during the exchange. WB, stood next to me with her hands on me long after Heather broke off the argument. Again, it doesn't take much. The other thing, the Birthday girl had made her way over to tall Nicole. Nicole was leaning back against the bar with her elbows resting on the bar top. The birthday girl was standing with her hands firmly grasping Nicole's ass. The way Nicole was leaning back, they were pelvis to pelvis. The birthday girl would say something to one of the other people in the group and laugh. As she laughed she would lower her head so that it was resting on Nicole's tits. Nicole never changed position. She leaned back with her elbows on the bar, one foot propped up behind her on the foot rail in a very relaxed way. Heather noticed me watching this. I'm sure I was in full on gawk mode. A little beer. A straight swinger wannabee redneck boy. Oh yeah... it was a gawk. Heather said "This crowd gets wild with some beer in them". I stammered something about being a sheltered male watching a fantasy play out. She said "You know, I find gay porn (men) to be extremely hot". I think she went on to say something to the effect of "When I get bored there's nothing hotter than popping in a video". At this point I wasn't sure whether Heather was really trying to have a conversation or trying to shock me. The latter wasn't working. Little does she know of my alter cyber ego. I just got mental images of her on her couch in front of the big screen with a vibrator sounding like a chain saw and two "repairmen" on the screen. Is there a fetish in that? A straight guy watching a lesbian masturbate to gay porn....

Not long after this conversation, the group began the long process of mobilizing to go to another bar. There's the inverse law of mobility. The larger the crowd, the longer it takes to move it. WB and I were having a conversation off to the side. She was pretty close. Inside my personal space but not... in my face. It was borderline as to whether there was any sexual tension there or not. The group invited me to go along to whatever destination they decided on. At that point I looked at my watch and realized it was 10:00. I had spent 7 HOURS at Happy Hour. Sadly I had to peel out of there. WB gave me a hug. As she pulled away she left her arm around my waist and let her hand drop down to my hip. Heather came over and gave me a hug and said I was a "good sport". I'm not sure if she was talking about the political argument or the gay porn thing. Either way, it didn't matter to me. I had fun.

Wed. night pool should get really interesting.

I haven't really mentioned sex with Mrs lately. I only tend to write about things that are on my mind whenever I log in to blog. Frankly, it's been so unfulfilling and not memorable it's out of my mind by the time I sit down to blog. The most disturbing trend I've seen with our sex life lately has been the complete lack of interest in foreplay on Mrs part. I think ever since I bought her that damned vibrator she just isn't into anything else. We have sex and either she fakes orgasms really well or she really does have them. It's not like I push her to have sex either. She usually instigates because I've felt like she's just not into it. I have a hard time getting motivated to initiate if I feel like she's just doing some "duty".

The last time we had sex, she came home from a girls night out. She was a little drunk. Alcohol always puts her in the mood. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when she got home. She walked over, pushed my knees apart, knelt between them and rested her head on my stomach. After a few seconds she snaked each hand up my shorts leg and began to lightly stroke my balls and cock. She did this for a while, then unzipped my shorts and took me in her mouth. After a few minutes of teasing, she started really working my cock. I thought for a few seconds she was going to give me a complete blowjob. After a few minutes, she stopped and pulled me onto the floor on top of her. I started taking her clothes off. While I was pulling her pants and panties off, I started kissing her stomach and down her thighs following the fabric of her panties. When they were off, I started back up her legs. I reached her pussy and started to use my tongue lightly. She reached down to pull me up. I persisted and continued to lick and play. She just layed there. It used to be she would immediately get soaking wet when I started to play with her like this. It's one of my favorite things to do too. I really enjoy making her cum several times with my tongue. I tried speeding up, slowing down. Fucking her with my tongue. Just playing with her clit. Light. Hard. Fast. Slow. Nothing. It kinda pissed me off. After a few minutes she grabbed my head and pulled me up. I was tired of trying so I let her. Almost as soon as I entered her she started bucking, gasping, clawing. I just held steady and didn't move. When she started to settle down I started moving very slowly. She started bucking and clawing again. I moved at an excrutiatingly slow pace. She cried out and buried her head in my chest. I started moving faster. She used her legs on my ass to drive me deeper. She came again as I did. I guess it was satisfying for her. If not she faked it not once, but 3 times. I really miss being able to play for a while.

Another night we started fooling around I didn't even try to go down on her. I started teasing her pussy with my fingers. She moved her legs so that I had better access. But everything I tried did nothing. She was completely dry and seemed disinterested. Same deal. I tried soft, hard, fast, slow. I teased her lips, clit, even her ass a bit. Nothing. After a few minutes she pulled me over on top of her and we had sex pretty much play by play as the previous paragraph. It's really getting frustrating.

In another part of pluff world. The pool team miraculously made it into the playoffs. I can only assume we got a wild card after last weeks dismal performance. OR everyone else got their asses kicked too.

Lastly, I went to happy hour with the guys from work. WB went with us as well. It was an extremely entertaining evening. I will go into more detail tommorrow morning.

Right now I have C. Mrs is at a play. C is in the bath turning into a prune and I have to get her out before she looks like a tiny little old lady. I'll finish Fri. evening tommorrow.

Last night was a blast. It was the first time we had fun in a long time. I guess it was because it was the last night of this session. We were cutting up and joking around just like we used to. I didn't get to shoot, which is just as well. We lost 3 to 2. We needed to win at least 4. Our playoff hopes are slim now.

Once I knew I wasn't going to shoot I decided to enjoy the night. I started ordering liquor drinks. After we were done, Work C, W and I hung around and shot a few games. A new waitress I just met started hanging out with us. She was cute. Not spectacular. But cute. After a while Work C and W left. The waitress, Amber, stayed by the tables with me. So I sat down and we started chatting a bit. I think I ended up talking with her for a good hour. She asked me to come by some time. Eventually I left. It was fun to chat her up a bit. It definitely boosted my ego. Maybe I will stop back by there.

I went to the dentist for the first time in something like 15 years today. One of my teeth suddenly became really sensitive to cold. The dentist, W from the pool team, decided one of my fillings needed replacing. I forgot what it was like to have one half of your face numb. Right now I sound like Silvester Stallone. Adwriiaaaaaannn!!! He tried using a less aggressive anesthetic. It didn't work. Or rather, it didn't work where it was supposed to. So he shot me up with the usual stuff. I have a feeling between the two I may wake up numb tommorrow too.

I had a bizarre thought on the way home. I wonder what it would be like to have oral sex with 1/2 of your tongue numb? Mrs could be in trouble. Thhmeere hunnie.. I wan thoo zlick your puzzthy!!

Boy does time fly when you're trying to be productive! I keep saying to myself, it's only been a day, I'll post tomorrow. Then the next thing I know it's been 3 days.

Tonight is my last night at pool. At least, the regular season. If we make the playoffs I'll shoot then. I'm happy and sad about it all at the same time. I'm happy because I won't be driving to bumfuck every Wed night. I'm also happy because I'll be moving to a new league. It's more of the "downtown" crowd instead of hickville. I think I'll have more fun. That and I'll be playing with the gang from the office; the same gang from this post. If nothing else it should be a good time. I'm sad because I'm sure I'll rarely see these people. You always say you'll stop by or keep in touch. But no one ever does. I'm the worst about staying in touch with people anyway. I don't "just call up" friends to chit chat. A and I still shoot notes each others way every once in a while. I sincerely hope I do keep in touch with her. Not because we've played and there's potential there (although I would be lying if I said I wouldn't jump at opportunities), but because I really enjoyed her company. It was a blast to joke around with her at pool. I really miss that. There's no one there now who is that much fun.

A while back we had an major reorg at work. One of the people moved to my team is a girl I hired a few years ago for a team I used to manage. I'll call her WB. WB is a 30ish blond. She's very athletic. Not much up top. But she's very cute. I also think she's bi. I met several of her friends and roommates a while back. They all had this very... butch punk thing going on. She talked about ex boyfriends and if you get her going she'll talk serious shit. I get the distinct impression she sees a girl on a regular basis. I could be way off base. She goes home at lunch to eat with a mysterious "friend". Recently, I've started noticing her wearing nicer clothes. I mentioned a blouse she wore one day. She started wearing it more and more often. It's probably pure coincidence. I have no idea if there's any potential there but she's going to be on the pool team. If nothing else, it should be fun to mess with her. A dirty old guy can dream.

Doh!! For some reason I had it in my head that today was the 1 year anniversary of this blog. I was mistaken. It was in fact Fri.

A belated happy anniversary to me!

I'm stuck here at work this morning. One of my co-workers is implementing a massive change. It will probably break tons of shit and we'll get hammered for it. Unfortunately, it's one of those things where you know it's coming, but you just have to brace for it and deal with things when they happen. You can plan and plan. But you just know there's a ton of stuff out there you didn't know about. I'm sitting here waiting for the hammer to drop.

Mrs and I went to an interesting party last night. It was a fund raiser for an alumni association neither Mrs or I belong to. We went as guests of the alumni association President. The party was a "You can't lose party". You pay $50 per ticket. There are prizes worth at least $50. Some were worth $700. You get your name drawn out of a hat and you choose whatever prize you want that hasn't been taken. Mrs won a really expensive basket for C. I won a golf accessory basket with a bunch of... stuff in it. I haven't decided whether to keep the golf stuff or give it to the guys in the office as Christmas gifts. I only play golf often enough to remind myself why I don't play golf. The party went about 1.5 hours longer than advertised. You had to stay until the end because the Grand Prize, a $2000 diamond necklace and 2nd Grand Prize, an oil portrait of any family member worth $1000 weren't given away until the end.

We made a brief stop at a party some friends threw. We were about 1.5 hours late to that one. It's a good thing because none of our friends had made it there yet. We would've been standing around with 4 or 5 other people we didn't know. Unfortunately, we had to pick up C by 9:00 and we only got to stay for 30 minutes.

By the time we picked C up, we realized we hadn't eaten all night. We decided to stop at a McDonalds on the way home. What a fucking nightmare! We gave our order. Then sat for 10 minutes waiting on the car at the front of the line to get it's food. They got it and the line moved. The next couple of cars went quickly. Then we got to the window. And sat... and sat.... and sat. We sat there probably 10 minutes. Finally a girl came and took our money. Then we sat... and sat... for about 5 minutes before she brought us change. Then we sat... and sat.. (are you seeing a theme here?) for another 5 minutes and she brought us drinks... Or rather 2 of the 3. Then we sat... and sat... for about 10 minutes. Finally, a different girl came to the window and said "You had the Big Mac right?". We had ordered 3 things, none of which was a Big Mac. I said "You're joking right? We had XXX and YYY and ZZZ". She said "I don't even see that order" and walked off. We sat for another minute while we watched her do some things which had nothing to do with getting our order straightened out. Finally she walked back to the window. When she opened it I said "Take the drinks back, and give us our money back so we can go and get some food somewhere". She said "What?". I repeated myself. She closed the window and shouted something towards the back and walked off to do whatever she was doing. We waited yet another minute. Finally, I got out of the car and walked into the store. I had to wait MORE time to get someone's attention. When I finally did and said I wanted my money back. The guy actually asked me if I had a receipt. I said "A receipt?!?! Are you kidding, she took our money, gave us 2 drinks and disappeared for 10 minutes. We didn't get food and we sure as hell didn't get a receipt. But we did GIVE our money. Which I now want back!" It took another 10 minutes of conversation between the register people and the people in the back before they gave me my money back. We finally got back to the house at 10:30 after trying to get food for an hour. Poor C fell asleep while waiting and McDonalds. She never got to eat.

2 more weeks 'till the end of the pool session. The regular session that is. If we make the playoffs we have 2 more weeks after that. I am very much looking forward to quitting this team. Things just haven't been the same the last couple of sessions. I miss talking shit to A. I miss the camraderie we had at one point.

A couple of weeks ago I talked the gang into trying out this new wing place. It's in what used to be the first mall in my city. Now it's more like a strip mall that a real mall. Two doors down from the restaurant is a big pool hall. One with lots of tables. You pay by the hour instead of for each game. Work C suggested we walk over and see if they have room for another league team. They were enthusiastic about signing us on. So I'm on another team. I swore I wouldn't join a team with Work C because of his lack of enthusiasm and participation on the current team (I'm too lazy to link to the various posts about this in the archives). But everyone at work is on the team. So I feel obligated to give this one a shot. If things don't work out I may try jumping to another team later. It will be nice to start fresh. New team. New location. New area. We won't be playing the same old bars against the same old people. That and one of my teammates is a cute little blond.