Be careful what you wish for...

It started innocently enough... or really was it so innocent after all? The usual banter. Shit talking. Double entendres. By the time we got to her match she was pretty well inebriated. I was keeping score. At first, she stood next to me bitching about the game and how badly she was playing. Then she leaned against my knee... then onto my lap. In between shots, I would quietly tell her strategy... if he misses this ball, and the cue ball ends up in this area, shoot either this ball or that one next. Her body leaned more and more into mine as I talked over her shoulder. Before long the hairs of my beard were brushing against her neck as I spoke.

She lost in glorious fashion. After, while I finished tallying the scoresheet, she leaned to my ear and whispered "I've been thinking about nothing but sucking your cock for two weeks". The needle skipped off of the record in my brain. She continued "I want to give you the best blowjob you've ever had. Would you like that?" Who am I to argue with a question/statement like that.

I had to play my 2nd match almost immediately after. Every time I looked in her direction I was getting the "fuck me eyes". I have to say, it was a little bit distracting. I actually played my 2nd match really well. I finished dead even with the guy I was shooting. Unfortunately, his handicap was such that dead even was a loss for me.

After we finished the match, I went to the bar to close my tab. She leaned in and asked "What are you doing now?" I was being a bit of a smart ass and said "Why, I'm closing my tab". She smirked and said "No.. I meant AFTER". Then she leaned in, ran her hand up my thigh and said "My place isn't far. We could go there".

Ok pluffsters... wait for it... you know where I went with that... WHO AM I TO ARGUE?

There was a little bit, oh scratch that, a TON of drama between Chester, Pops, and Pops' wife. We hung around some making sure all parties kissed and made up. Then she said "Follow me".

We walked arm in arm to her condo. We started up the stairs. She turned to me pressing her body close and we kissed. A long... slow... deep.. sensual kiss. She whispered "I want to take my pants off and fuck you right here on the stairs (we were outside of the downstairs unit at this point)." She lifted her shirt and placed my hand on her tits. She move up one step. I lowered my mouth to her nipple. She grabbed my hair and crushed my mouth hard against her nipple.

We moved into her apartment. As soon as we were in the door she turned to me, upzipped her pants, grabbed my hand and shoved it down the front. I sunk my finger deep in her pussy. Quickly, she turned away from me. She grabbed my hands and wrapped my arms around her from behind. Again, she took my hand and shoved it down her pants. We did this weird two people connected shuffle towards the stairs. At the landing, she turned to face me. Her hands pushed her jeans to the floor. Quickly, she peeled her top away. She lay on the first landing, her legs spread wide before me showing me her pussy. I knelt before her and sunk my tongue deeply into her cunt. She thrust herself against my face. Her hands went to her tits. I sucked her clit into my mouth. She started to shake. Before she could cum, she grabbed my head and brought me up to a kiss. She whispered "I love the taste of pussy". Then she licked my lips. She peeled my shirt off, the quickly unbuckled my belt and dropped my shorts. Her mouth went to my cock. There was no teasing or playing. She fucked me with her mouth and hands. She looked up to me and said "I want you to fuck me now". I knelt on the step immediately below the landing. My cock easily slipped into her soaked pussy. She grabbed my ass and whispered "Fuck me hard... please". I slammed my cock deep over and over. She cried out "That's it.. fuck me... FUCK ME". After just a few minutes she said "I want you to cum on my belly". I pulled out at the last second and shot my load all over her stomach. She ran her hands through it and spread it over her tits.

We moved to her room. There was a lot of sucking, playing, whispering. After a while... much longer than I was comfortable with I'm sad to admit, my cock started to recover from round one. I threw her legs over my shoulder and slid inside her pussy again. Again she said "Fuck me hard". I had one of those porn moments, where I could've fucked for hours. Honestly, things are a bit of a blur, at this point. We fucked and fucked. Finally, I collapsed exhausted unable to fuck anymore.

I left with really mixed emotions. I have wanted a playmate for so long after HF. What I have conveniently omitted throughout the text above was the desperation in her voice and urgings. It wasn't about 2 people enjoying the moment and each other's body. It was about her desperately wanting something... a warm body... someone to find her attractive... maybe even having satisfaction that she was fucking someone else' man. At first it was hot... REALLY hot... the kind of sex I picture myself having with a playmate. Unabashed. Towards the end, however, she was whispering things like "Fuck me the way you fuck your wife". Before I collapsed she began to watch me. It wasn't an erotic "It turns me on to watch you fuck me" kind of thing. It was almost like she was searching my face for validation. It hit me, she wasn't fucking me for her pleasure at all.

I actually felt a little bit... dirty. Maybe I should've picked up on it earlier. Maybe I'm projecting my own insecurities onto her. Maybe even, I recognized it in her and conveniently overlooked it. I can say for certainty... I don't want to do it again. Not that way. Maybe not any way.

So go ahead and start the countdown until that tune changes.

TMI

Nothing really good to say today. Pool tonight... maybe Celeste will be there... Taylor is a maybe too (she's out of town). I have a sinking feeling the team we play will forfeit because their stats show 0 wins for the last 4 or 5 weeks in a row. Even the worst team usually gets A win. To boot, we are away in a bar on the other side of town. For some reason, no one likes to play over there. It will probably be a non-event night.

Having said that, I stumbled across the TMI Tuesday site and, well, since I'm bored I thought I'd give it a whirl:

1. Does the carpet match the drapes?

Well... let's see... color - yes, though I haven't scrutinized for grey. Texture? No. I would say maybe a tight cut loop on the drapes and a berber cut pile on the carpet.

2. Have you ever used personal information about someone to blackmail them?

Negative. Never. Too heinous. Though... I did have a great opportunity in the last few weeks I passed on... I'll have to expand in a post later.

3. What is your favorite thing to lick?

Why, pussy of course!

4. Have you ever had sex in a place of worship? (i.e., church, temple, mosque, etc.)

Nope. Though I'll try anything once. Volunteers?

5. If you watch video porn, do you buy it in a store, from a catalog, online, or download it? LINK!!! ;)

Why buy it when there is SO much out there to view for free. Personal favorite is X Tube.

And there you have it. My first foray into

How would you moan?

I lay beside her. Her legs were splayed. An array of toys were strewn about the bed. I read her blog daily, so I have a good idea as to what she wants. I selected a bizarre looking toy. Nothing like I've ever played with before (not surprising considering my lack of toy experience). It wasn't shaped like any kind of body part like most dildos. There was a small bulb at the end connected to a larger one by a slender section about 3 inches long. A handle about 2 feet long was embedded in the larger bulb. It looked like a cross between a deranged back scratcher and hand exerciser. I grabbed a bottle of lube from amongst the remaining toy selection. She moaned when she saw my choice. She cocked one knee up opening herself to me. I let the lube drizzle down her slit to her ass. I watched with disconnected fascination as I slowly guided the toy to her opening. She turned her body presenting her ass to me. It was awkward at first. I thought to myself "Who in the hell would attach something to a handle this damned long". I shifted my grip more like I was holding a giant pencil. I could almost hear a "pop" as the small bulb disappeared in her ass. She moaned. I began to slide the toy inside her ass. Her hands gripped the sheets. She rolled to her back and lifted her knees changing the angle slightly. I moved to have a better view. My right hand gripped the shaft of the handle and fucked her ass with the toy slowly. My left hand lay on her belly. She thrust her hips upwards spreading her legs wider begging for attention to her pussy. I slid my middle finger from her belly button down to the fold of her waiting pussy. She cried out at the touch. I let my finger rest on her clit applying just a tiny bit of pressure. She thrust herself against it fucking my finger while I fucked her ass with the toy. I almost could feel her pleasure in my cock just by watching her. She reached her hand to my shaft gripping it tightly. I felt as if I were going to cum instantly. She used my own trick against me simply holding my cock without moving. I felt her juices gush from her pussy as she came loudly. I knew this was only the beginning. I was so close to cumming myself I was worried she would be disappointed. I know how much she likes to cum and cum again. Quickly, she reached down and yanked the toy from her ass and moved onto her hands and knees. I was so close to cumming, all I could think about was sinking my cock deep inside her cunt. I moved behind her thinking I would explode before I made it. But it didn't happen. I buried my cock deep inside her. She threw herself back grinding me deeper. I thrust myself into her over and over again. She moan and cried out as her own orgasms came and went over and over. I was so close to cumming but couldn't quite get there. She pulled away and pushed me down on my back throwing her legs over my body facing away from me in reverse cowboy. I watched in fascination as her ass repeatedly lifted and slammed back down. My body was covered with her juices and sweat. She threw herself onto my cock again and again screaming out. I wanted so badly to feel her squeeze against my cock just one... more.. time.. again and again. And I still couldn't find release.

Sadly, I woke up with a raging boner. Mrs was in the other room. For a brief second, I debated finishing the job. I decided, instead, to save it for Mrs. We did. It was nothing like the dream.

I have to admit a part of me would really love to meet the bloggers I read. I'm fascinated by what I read every day. I would love to know what they look like. How they sound. What kind of accent to they have. What they smell like. How would they moan?

Wow

Ok... I went to pool Wed. night. Nothing interesting happened... AT ALL. No one was there for me to get into any mischief with. Taylor is off touring europe for her job. Celeste had her kids. We were short handed again.

I did learn a few interesting things though. I had a conversation with Pop's wife who confirmed Celeste is definitely interested. I kinda played it low key but suggested she should've hung out last week. Pop's wife told me (confirming what I already heard) the second Celeste left the bar last week she got on the phone with her (Pop's wife) and told her about Taylor cock-blocking etc. She (Pop's wife... damn I need to come up with a monicker) lowered her voice and said "You realize I shouldn't be telling you any of this". I nodded and said "Well, tell Celeste not to worry about Taylor. She's just a child pouting because someone else was getting the attention". PW said, "Believe me... Celeste can hold her own".

Later we were talking and Celeste came up again. Pop's gave me more information about Celeste's situation. I knew she was in a nasty divorce and it was almost done. I knew her husband is a lawyer. I know she's really worried about doing anything that would jeapordize the outcome of the divorce and has been on her best behavior for well over a year. I knew she was pretty comfortable financially. What I didn't know, or rather, didn't connect the dots, was WHO her husband is. Turns out, her husband is a rather famous lawyer in this area. He has made several attempts at senate. He used to own a famous, historic landmark in this area. It was of the type where he didn't actually use it himself, but rather opened it to the public (think Graceland on a smaller scale). Aside from the millions he made from tours, he sold it for millions. His power and influence in local and even the state is significant.

I have probably said way too much as it is. But it gets even juicier. Later, when discussing the "new chick" on the pool team with Mrs, she shouted "OH MY GOD!!!! THAT'S SO AND SO!!!" As Mrs work puts her in the upper crust of this area, she has tons of information about the lawyer. Especially as it pertains to the landmark. Rumor has it (and let me be clear this is rumor and I know nothing of actual fact), the lawyer has always been a flaming homosexual. Further, the circumstances of his marriage pertained to a trust/inheritance etc. I.e., without heirs, he got nothing. In context of this area, old fashioned sensibilities etc... it's incredibly scandalous.

What in the HELL have I walked into?!?

I Kissed a Girl

I know I know... it was a horrible teaser. The actual story isn't really all that great either.

While in the mountains I got a call from Mrs. "I kissed a girl!!" Without missing a beat I asked "Open mouth or closed?.... and was she hot?" Mrs was a giggly. She had attended a party hosted by her work. I may or may not have said before what Mrs does. I won't really say a lot because her job is a little too unique... anonymity and all. What I can say is, she often deals with the socialites and upper crust of our city. This party was full of them. Most are older ladies, a few husbands. There are a smattering of younger people, mostly women. As the party wound down, one of the socialites made her way over to say goodbye. She leaned in to do the cheek kissing thing. You know "Mwaaa... mwaaaa I had a lovely time daaahhling". I guess there was this awkward 'who goes left and who goes right' moment and they ended up kissing each other on the mouth. Mrs said the girl was pretty hot. Very fit. Big boobs. She sounded so giddy on the phone I think she may have actually liked it just a little.

Later that week, she went to her girls night out. She came in a good bit loopy. She walked in the door, wove her way to the liquor cabinet, made herself a stout gin and tonic, then wove her way to the couch. She plopped down on the couch and said "I kissed another girl". This story wasn't nearly so good. One of the girls just gave her a good smack on the cheek as she left the party.

She was in a pretty randy mood when she got home. I had just showered before she walked in and was sitting on the couch pretty much naked. I thought we were going to have drunken wife sex. But she laid her head on my chest and within 20 seconds... a new record btw, she was passed out cold.

Lastly, over the weekend, we decided to take C to the pool. It was late in the afternoon. By the time we got there most of the kids had already packed it in. There was a couple hanging out in the deep end. The guy was in his mid to late 30's with a serious paunch around the mid-section. The girl, on the other hand, was probably his age. But VERY fit. She looked like she could be an aerobics instructor. Abs standing out. Very... wiry. She hardly had any boobs though. She was thin to the point where the muscles made her look... stringy. Like someone you see obsessed with running and triathalons.

We were there only a few minutes when they packed it up and left. Almost as soon as they left Mrs said "That couple is here all the time. She has an incredible body. What do you think?" I told her what I thought (essentially what I just said above). She replied "Good answer... at least for keeping the peace". I took it from there "I'm noticing quite a girl on girl little trend you have going on. I think you may have liked those kisses a little bit." I don't really remember much of the rest of the conversation. Mostly it was us going back and forth a bit. Of course, I think it would be awesome if she were a little bit serious. But I don't think Mrs could ever bring herself to act on anything no matter how... intrigued she may or not be. I'm trying to figure out a good way to tell her if she wanted to play, it'd be ok with me. I mean I've said as much. But in the context of laughing at the situtation. While I was serious, I'm sure to Mrs it seemed like a joke. We'll see.

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Ok so last night... yes I went out with Taylor. No nothing happened. We mostly got hammered and walked around for a bit. I think she just wanted me to bring my weed. Which, on one hand, is clearly a 'walk all over me' type deal. But on the other, at this point, I'm really curious about what makes her tick. My theory is pretty much in line with my commenters. But I'm really curious to see how things continue. Last night was really interesting to me. In my head I laid out the most likely chain of events for the night. The whole evening I was fascinated to see how they actually unfolded. I know how full of shit and how she clearly has an ulterior motive (my weed). I think of her a little bit like a Bond girl. You know she's up to something. Bond always keeps them close... ultimately fucks them... then uses them for his own gain. In my case, I'm simply fascinated at how... ballsy she is. I don't really know if she has a clue how obvious it all is. Anyway, I really could care less about the weed. I don't mind sharing. What will be fascinating to me, will be what happens when I run out.

The whole time we were walking around I was completly fucking with her. We went to a local park. It has an incredible view of our water front. Throughout the park, there are these huge marble circles. They each have a unique geometric pattern on the surface. We walked to the first one. She said "There's some deal where if you stand in the middle... or just the right spot... you can hear something someone is saying at the other end of the park. I said "Well.. jump up and try it". She wouldn't do it. So I jumped up. They look kinda like little circular stages. As soon as I stepped in the middle I said "SSHHH!!!!.... WHOA!!.... This is fucking awesome!! I can hear this girl telling her boyfriend how much she wants his cock in her mouth!!" She jumped up on the platform and I stepped down. I said "You don't hear it? Listen". Under my breath in a high pitched girlie voice I said "You should give Mr. a blowjob!" She shouted "I can't BELIEVE I let you get me on top of this thing you ASS!!!"

The cool thing was, one of them really did have this wierd little echo going on. Something about the way there was a concrete bench in a circle around the platform. Whenever you talked it echoed back at you.

That was pretty much it. When we got back to my truck, I had absolutely no interest in trying to push it and see if I couldn't get somewhere with her. That moment is gone. Unfortunately, I jumped in my truck and CLICK... CLICK CLICK CLICK... nothing. We tried to jump start it. Nothing. I just replaced the battery last week. I'm clearly having a problem with the starter sticking. I beat on it and beat on it with a hammer.. nothing. Finally I had to call a tow truck. As soon as I got off the phone I gave it one more try and it finally fired up. I spent the next hour and a half trying to CANCEL the damned tow truck. I got home around mid-night, but the damned phone kept ringing with this automated system saying "You're assistance will arrive in XXX minutes". I ended up dealing with that until 1:30. What a pain in the ass.

Hang Mah Head Loooow

Ok... flame away... I will deserve it. Taylor texted me today asking me out for a few drinks. God help me I'm gonna go. I'm such a shameless pig. I don't expect much. In fact, I'm kinda going with the attitude of just hanging out. I ran today at lunch and haven't really had much of a chance to get clean. So really, how hot could that be?

I have a couple of other interesting things. Nothing really juicy. Just... interesting. I'll give a taste. I got a call last week while in the mountains from Mrs. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard excitedly "I kissed a GIRL!!!"

I'll have to finish that one later....

It just gets weirder and weirder

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Do I Make You 'Orney Baby!! Yeah!!

Since I've been taking karate and getting more fit, I am embarassed to admit I'm starting to get a little vain. I have noticed my weight, while not dropping away, is shifting in a decidedly northern direction. My tire is shrinking and what little chest I had before is starting to swell a little bit. I catch myself with my hand on my chest feeling the new found tightness with pride.

Yesterday, Mrs attended the High School graduation of her God Child. I didn't see her until after my karate class. We had a pretty laid back class. It was a good workout, but not brutal. I felt really good when I got home... correction.. I felt pretty randy when I got home. For whatever reason, Mrs borrowed some of her Mother's perfume before going to the graduation party. We lay on the couch for a few minutes. After a few minutes, the perfume was overpowering me and all I could think of was the Mrs-in-Law laying on my lap instead of Mrs. Needless to say, it was a turn off.

I asked her if she wanted to go shower with me. She said No. Finally, and with great trepidation, I explained how I was having a hard time getting past the perfume to get in the mood. Fortunately, she laughed instead of getting upset.

Quickly, I ran to the bathroom and started the water. Mrs disappeared into the closet. A few minutes later she reappeared naked. We climbed in the shower. There was much soaping, sliding, stroking, kissing, nibbling. The whole time I felt her body against mine I noticed how she felt against me now as opposed to say... a year ago. After a few minutes, the offending perfume was gone, my sweat was rinsed away, I stood in all ways possible.

Mrs knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth while the water cascaded over my shoulder and down my body. Now, I'll never be on the front of Men's Fitness Magazine. In fact I'm sure at say... the beach no female would ever turn her head as I passed. But vanity again snuck into my psyche and I caught myself tightening my core making my 1 1/2 pack show ever so slightly. I suppose this is going to make me a total narcissist, but I felt pretty sexy. Watching my cock disappear into Mrs mouth and feeling my whole body throb had me rock hard.

After a few minutes we turned off the water. Quickly, we toweled dry and moved to the bedroom. I climbed on the bed and went straight between Mrs legs letting my tongue dive into her pussy. Almost immediately I felt her juice flood onto my face and she was frantically shoving my head away as she came. She pushed and pulled my body until I finally moved to where my cock was pressing against her pussy. She threw her legs up over my shoulder as my cock slid home.

Again, vanity reared it's head again. I thrust into her waiting pussy again and again. I noticed how I could do this forever. No matter how hard or fast I went, I never felt the need to slow down or rest. I caught myself tightening my core again. On my knees, with her legs over my shoulders, I had a perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She reached around her legs and let her fingers stroke my balls with each thrust. She threw her head back and held her breath. I could see the tension build in her neck while her mouth uttered a silent "Oh!!". Her hands went to my where my arms were holding my body up. Her fingernails dug into my skin, her breath exploded. I felt her juices run down my balls. I shot my load deep in her cunt.

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Blogging Notes

I am going to the mountains to help my Dad work on his camper the weekend and part of next week. I will be back in time for pool, though Taylor evidently will no be there. However, Chester will. I wasn't going to go, but without Taylor, we wouldn't have enough people to field a team at all.

I ended up going to pool after Wed. night. Sandy and I played phone tag, but essentially she had to work until 10ish. I hated every minute of pool. Though I did have a bitchy and somewhat satisfying moment. I have a belt test in karate this weekend. As result, I have been watching my diet and making sure I stay hydrated. I didn't say more than 2 words to Taylor or Chester all night. At one point, I walked past Taylor to the practice table. She called out "Mr!" At first I didn't stop, but then I turned to see what she wanted. There was a beer on the table. She said "I got this for you". About 30 responses went through my head in a split second. I settled on "I'm not drinking tonight. Thanks anyway", then I turned and walked to the table without waiting for her response. I noticed the beer sat untouched until much later in the night when she finally decided to drink it herself.

Celeste was not there, but she's supposed to be there next week. I'm not holding my breath. She has tons of scheduling shit. Which will actually make it tougher if I decide to quit later. Anyway, I'll hopefully have something of interest to report when I'm back from the mountains.

Moving on

Nothing much interesting happened over the weekend. I'm not sure whether this is a good thing or not, but Mrs decided she wants to start shooting with me. We had a local match Saturday. She came out and shot. Much to my surprise, she did pretty well. She didn't have any misses... AT ALL. Hell I had one miss. The difference is I'm running things in about 1/5 the time she is. She just needs to get more comfortable with her gun handling and she'll cut her times in half. Then as she progresses with her comfort level she'll start speeding up naturally. Gulp! The down side to her shooting is, well..., a loss of opportunity for mischief. Maybe she knows this and that's why she wants to shoot in the first place.

Speaking of, I'm trying to get Sandy to do something with me tonight in lieu of pool. I doubt she will take me up on it. But I have to try.

And while I'm on pool, I haven't really decided what to do about pool. If Sandy wants to grab a few drinks tonight, well, that's ok for tonight. But at some point I have to commit to finishing the season, or quitting for good. At the moment, I'm looking at skipping tonight for my own mental sanity. But we're talking about 1 night. I suppose if Sandy doesn't want to do anything I'll end up going. And will probably hate every minute of it... tonight. That still leaves me with a long term decision. I already talked it over with the only remaining "work" people still on the team. Honestly, they are the only people I care about pissing off if I do quit.

Of course, Celeste will be there tonight. But is it really worth it to mess with her considering all the other bullshit?

Hmmm....

Housekeeping

Not that there is anything here of enough interest to really warrant it, but as a geek and a paranoid one at that every once in a while I feel the strong urge to confirm my rights.

I noticed through my stats service someone came to pluff land via a word document. Perhaps this is as benign as someone using Word to get to pluffland in lieu of a locked down browser. Perhaps someone is taking the pluffsters material as their own (unlikely). No matter, let me remind everyone that blogs are creative material, and as I am in the US, my blog in particular is subject to all applicable US copyright laws. I am happy for anyone and everyone to come peruse what little bit of... stuff.. that leaks from my remaining grey matter. Link away. Send your friends. Hell repeat what I say provided a) appropriate credit is given or b) you have my express consent otherwise.

Now I feel all dirty. I must cleanse myself. Could I entice any pluffettes to assist? No? Sigh..

Fists of Fury

Heh... I wish it were so dramatic. True to form, Chester had "errands" to run this morning. I got a reprieve. That is, until he finally showed up after lunch.

I'm actually working on a project at the moment, so when he poked his head in my cube, I really was in the middle of something. He said something inane... I gave him a quick answer then turned back to my work. He said "Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on or not?"

Deep breath... and then I only told him 1/2 of what was really on my mind. Most of it dealing with him and Taylor. He claims I'm misreading a ton of it and that it's unfair for me to be pissed at him when Taylor is the one jerking me around. I pointed out that it is irrelevant whether he claims he has nothing to do with Taylor jerking me around or not. It's that I can't ever trust anything I say around him. He has a knack of making innocent, or not so innocent comments that keep coming back to me in ways that are bad for me. I told him right now, I can't stand the thought of being around him and whether or not it's deserved, it's an unhealthy way for me to relate to him and if for no other reason, for my own sanity I'm done with him.

I held back on the rest. That hearing his voice at work sends my blood pressure soaring. Every day he shows up to work employed, is a day thrown in my face how much he gets away with. That he even came up to talk to me AFTER "running errands" all morning even chafes my ass. He continuously takes leave without pay because the 4 or 5 weeks he gets isn't enough and GETS AWAY WITH IT. Right before he came to my office, he layed a complete guilt trip on the only other guy in our office left on the pool team because he went to his son's baseball game instead of going to the tournament. Why is that a big deal to me you ask? Because he spent all week saying he really didn't want to win. He didn't even want to show up. He was only going because Taylor really wanted to play. So why in the hell would he be a dick when he didn't even want to play in the first place? That kind of shit is the reason the REST of the office members quit going.

I held back on telling him I'm sick of his exageration and spin on things. I.e. he was kicked out of the Marines and makes up these stories every time he talks to a girl. My favorite was that he was kicked out for "buzzing a residence in a helicopter". A) he was never a pilot B) He showed me the record way back when we both got our concealed weapons permit (he had to document the circumstances). Hell, he brings up the fact he was a former marine daily. My Brother in Law won't even be around him because he's a career marine and hates posers.

I didn't mention how I didn't think he ever touched a situation where he didn't poison it. His marriage. How he fucks up his own kids christmas every year because "it's the anniversary of his parents divorce". Hell, my Grandmother died on Christmas Eve. She raised me. I spent more time with her every day of every week than I did my own mother. But I decided to make my kids christmas special to honor the memory of her life.

It all seemed pointless. Then he confirmed what I already knew. That he and Taylor "hooked up". He claims he stopped her and it was just a kiss. Which of course fueled my argument and confirmed that he WAS in fact yanking my chain.

Finally, I told him to please, PLEASE fuck Taylor. And I meant it in all sincerity. As I have always said, I don't really care if he is hooking up with people I find attractive. I was glad to step back when she first went after him. I stepped back when he was after Maria. I didn't even talk shit to her. At all. Period. Had either he or Taylor said "Listen, we have an attraction so you need to back off". I would've been cool with it. I even asked Taylor point blank what the hell was going on. Had she said something then, it would've stung and hurt, but I would totally respect that. Instead, she let me kiss her. Then blew me off. HE fucking told me that he wasn't interested and that he hoped I would. THEN he fucking hooked up with her after I laid myself out there. For that, I was done with them both. And as such, they should at least have the decency of making my aggravation worth it and quit playing games with each other. He either needs to fuck her... or set her straight. And by straight, he can't tell her nothing is going to happen, then get all "teehee" and stick his hand down the back of her shorts.

He said "I'll do it. I'll set her straight". I told him not to do it for me. Because nothing will change things. The damage is done and I won't have anything to do with her anymore. He should do it because it's the right thing to do. At least by her. We won't get into how it relates to his current separation.

After it was all said and layed out, he said "I understand where you're coming from. I don't agree with you, but I understand your point of view and I respect that".

And that was that.

LLLLLLet's get ready to RUUUMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!

Chester texted me all fucking weekend. I ignored him. The other pool team (the one I'm not on) went to their 9 ball tournament this past weekend. The format we play every Wed. night is both 8 and 9 ball. But once you make the playoffs, they get separated. It's as if you have an 8 ball team, and a completely separate 9 ball team. The 8 ball team made it to Vegas. The equivalent tournament for the 9 ball team was this past weekend. They lost in the 2nd round. I got a text from Taylor telling me they lost, and suggesting I find a tournament for singles to "go with us". I ignored her.

I know it's coming. Chester is going to want to know what the fuck is going on. I've been playing the conversation over and over in my head. I don't really want to even discuss it with him. The very thought of hearing his voice makes my blood pressure rise. I almost called in sick today, but why would I give a whole day of PTO up just to avoid him? So here I am geared up and waiting.