TMI Tuesday!!

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1. What was the first movie you saw on a date?

I think it was Tootsie, but I'm not sure. His name was John and he was 6'5" and I was 5'2" - a match made in heaven, for sure. That was a long, long time ago - lol.

2. Who was the first person you kissed on a date? [First name is fine.]

Tim, who I dated briefly as a freshman in high school. We went to the dance after a Friday night football game and he kissed me while we were dancing. I could feel his erection against me as we danced - that was a first too!!

3. Where was the first place you ever "parked" (on a date)?

Does parking our bicycles count? Then it was the woods near Chippewa Chapel. If not, then in the car it was Horner's Woods on the dirt road cul-de-sac before there were any houses, in my lovingly restored 1967 Mustang.

4. Have you ever gone on a date with someone you met via the internet? If not, would you?

Date? No. Had sex with, yes. Would I? Sure, if I wasn't a married woman. ;-)

5. What is the most romantic thing you have done on a first date?

I had a really good time on a date where we went to dinner, hung out at the beach (that's where everyone went to "cruise" and show off their cars), and then climbed Mt. Pisgah to watch the sun set. I remember that being a lot of fun. The sad part - I can't remember his name!
To be honest, though, so many relationships I've had developed organically, such that what counts as the first date is somewhat blurred.

Bonus (as in optional):Describe the best date you have ever been on.

Probably the one where my college boyfriend proposed to me. We took a picnic lunch and went to a lighthouse out on the Jersey shore. It was romantic and sweet and wonderful. Sometimes I have trouble remembering why I broke off the engagement a year later. He was a pretty great guy. We stayed friends for several years after that, though I couldn't bring myself to attend his wedding. Too painful for me.

Mute Monday - LOVE

Today's theme is Love

Puppy love:

First love:

Forbidden love:(The white/gray kitten, Oliver, is in Benjamin Rabbit's bed, you see . . . )
(Yes, my apartment was trashed. I was studying for the bar exam, so shut up!)

Promise of love:

(Me - in the white dress- and Spousehole. May 1, 1999)

But it always comes back to
self love:

Complete and Utter Escape

All outside this room ceases to exist. We are living in this moment – no past, no future, only right here, right now. No family, no friends, no work, no worries. The only thing that's real is you and me and how we stimulate one another's senses.

We will see nothing but one another. Looking into one another's eyes, undressing each other at first with only our eyes. Taking in the vision of one another: curves and angles, softness and hardness, shapes, outlines. Appreciating the uniqueness of the person before us, aroused by the vision of a new lover.

Fingertips caressing skin. The textures, the contrasts, the imperfections – all perfect in this moment. Deliberately brushing against one another, barely touching, every nerve on fire, yearning for more. Soothing, relaxing, arousing – nothing exists but our touch of one another.

The taste of lips on lips. Salty, sweaty skin, stroked with a gentle tongue. Lapping up one another's essence. Kissing, tasting, drinking of one another. Consuming one another, completely. Tasting nothing but one another's passion.

The smell of perfume, cologne, mouthwash – the preparations for passion. Quickly overwhelmed by the aroma of arousal, itself soon supplanted by the scent of sex, on our hands, our breath, our skin. In our hair and the air around us, on the sheets, the furniture. A fragrance created by passion.

The sounds we elicit from one another. Soft sighs, half-moaned instructions. Skin moving against skin; slurping, sucking, smacking. Affirming sounds, escaping our lips before the sensations even reach the conscious brain; the crescendo of impending climax, the melody of sweet release, and the whispered coda of satisfaction achieved.

Yes, a complete and utter escape. If only for a few hours.

The wedding wasn't half bad

Turned out I knew one person there - my husband's boss - and I was seated next to him, so that was cool. THERE WAS ALCOHOL. Thank God and all the saints in heaven for that one. But it was odd - I wanted a rum and diet Coke. First of all, they only had Pepsi products. I could deal with that. *flipped painstakingly straightened hair* But then the only rum the bartender had was Black Cherry Rum. WTF?? I didn't want cherry and the hard liquor selection was limited, so I went with vodka and a twist of lime. I could live with that. *flipped painstakingly straightened hair, once again* There was also wine served for toasting (and sparkling grape juice - which do you think I chose?), but that was the sweetest white wine I have ever had. It was like drinking corn syrup with alcohol. At least it seemed to have a pretty high alcohol content. Too damn sweet though. Think of the sweetest cheap reisling you've ever had and imagine it 1000x sweeter. That was what this stuff tasted like. And the consistency was like syrup on the tongue. Ugh. I don't mind sweet if there's some crisp on the back end, but there was no crisp with this stuff. *flipped painstakingly straightened hair, once again*

Turns out the bride and groom are big into Renaissance fairs and stuff, so the guest were a very eclectic group. Everything from totally straight and normal to multiple tats and piercings to major league geekdom. I could get into the crowd, since there was something for everyone.

Spousehole never once told me I looked good or anything. Jerk. But I got my flirt on with a couple cute guys (young- oh so young) and I must not have been too horrifying ugly and/or old since they played along. I was just getting into dancing with the adorable but tongue-tied 27-year-old best man (he'd had a few draft ciders) when Spousehole announced that it was time we picked up the kids and went home. Party-pooper. My feet hadn't even started hurting yet from wearing heels.

Today is a better day . . .

Actually yesterday was okay too. Spousehole is being pretty nice to me. Took me out to lunch on Friday and was fairly pleasant. He watched the kids so I could go the gym alone, though he did expect me home in time to cook dinner and then grumbled because I was still in my sweaty gym clothes at the dinner table. Geez, I just didn't have enough time to shower and change AND get home when he wanted me there. But it was okay.

Thank you to everyone who commented and/or emailed about my last post. I appreciate each and every one of you. I've decided to take the "whatever" hair flip approach to things. He's just trying to get a reaction from me and I'm going to refuse to react. I won't give him the satisfaction. I'll try to be mature about it all, above the childishness. We'll see how that goes. So far so good.

He is dragging me to We are going to a wedding this evening. I will know exactly zero (0) people there, except for Spousehole. Should be a blast. I sure hope there's alcohol. Unfortunately, that's not just a given in our area. Due to the proliferation of conservative Christians and the generally quite cheap Dutch population in our area, alcohol-free wedding receptions comprise approximately 50% of the receptions we attend. Keeping my fingers crossed . . .

Why Do I Give Him This Power Over Me?

Why do I let Spousehole do this to me? Why do I give him that power?

I was having a pretty good day. Playing and goofing around with my daughter, jamming to the Schoolhouse Rock DVD. Brought back memories for me, she loved all the number-related videos. Got a lot done around the house. Had a fun IM chat with someone fairly new (though he moves a little fast for me- a few emails and a couple IM chats and he wants to meet at a local hot tub place already . . . ). Boy wasn't so anxious as he has been, ran into an old friend I hadn't seen in at least a year . . . . Just an all-around pretty good day.

Then right after my post about my dream last night (see below), Spousehole manages to bring me down again and I'm on the verge of tears.

He took off his wedding ring again.

I have no idea why. The house is cleaner than usual, I made a nice dinner (steak and potatoes - a manly man meal), his underwear is clean and in the drawer (not folded; if he wants 'em folded he can do that himself), I haven't spent any of "his" money, I offered helpful and insightful advice (when ASKED) about a situation he has at work . . . I don't know WTF I did wrong. It may have to do with something this weekend. I left my phone on the kitchen counter, charging, and he was apparently in the kitchen when it indicated a text was received. Later, while we were out for ice cream, he asked, nonchalantly, "So who is A and why did he text you XYZ?" I told him that A is just a friend (true). When he looked skeptical, I explained further that he (Spousehole) has nothing to worry about, A is no threat to our marriage or anything (also true). I closed by telling him that I love him and only him and that no friendship is going to change that (again, completely true). He seemed ok with that, acknowledging his own opposite gender friends that he expects me to not be concerned about. But then when my phone rang the other night, he said in a snarky voice "Oh, is that A calling to say good night?" (It was not. It was another male friend calling to talk about his wife's latest outrage, but I didn't explain that.)

But would that be enough to make him take off his wedding ring? I don't know. I'm almost afraid to ask. Screaming, furious Spousehole I've gotten used to. Quietly angry (enough to take off his wedding ring) Spousehole frightens me.

He sure does know how to fuck up an otherwise good mood.

Last night's dream

(HNT is down two)

I dreamed of him last night. I've not before, so it must be a sign that it's been too long. Dreamed of his masculine chest, his very hairy legs, the five o'clock shadow that forms 10 minutes after he's shaved. The contrast between his skin and mine, representing the extremes of the Caucasian spectrum. The gleam in his eye as he tells me about his fantasies, the things that would horrify his strait-laced wife. The childlike enthusiasm elicited by my willingness to make the fantasies come true. The smile, OMG, the smile that could get me to do almost anything. The sigh that escapes his lips when I tease his ass with my tongue, the immense pleasure he gets from doing the same to me, his finger sliding in as his tongue moves to pleasure other areas, as I suck and stroke his thick, rock-hard shaft . . .

Yeah, it's been way too long.

New Poll Re: # of Sexual Partners

HNT is down one post!!

I've touched on this issue before (what counts as having "had sex" with someone, etc.). Then this week's TMI included a question asking participants to guesstimate how many partners the average person of the participant's gender has had.

These are the motivation behind the poll questions to the right in my sidebar.

PLEASE NOTE: This poll is completely anonymous. I have no way of knowing who answered or what his/her answers were. My traffic stats aren't that specific (and even if they were, I have neither the time nor the inclination to figure it out.) Your answers will not be traced back to you!!

The first question asks for your number of sexual partners, counting only intercourse. I threw the word "voluntary" in there because I believe that one should never count instances where one was not a voluntary participant. Spousehole and I have been around and around on that one. I do not count the s.o.b. who raped me as someone with whom I have had sex. That was not sex, it was violence. There's a huge difference. Spousehole disagrees, saying "Part of his body was inside your body. That's sex whether you consented or not." I have pointed out that this is exactly the point of view that gets women in some cultures shunned or even stoned to death for the "crime" of being raped. So, short story long - only include voluntary interactions, please. (Yes, I know Spousehole can be a Neanderthal, you needn't remind me.)

The second questions asks for your number of sexual partners, including not only those with whom one has had intercourse, but also those with whom one has made it "third base" or so. Please include all such partners regardless of gender, as it is my poll, damn it, and I don't want to separate out same gender/different gender questions. Too damn confusing. If you were both girls and you touched each other's "hooha" in a sexual manner it counts, ok?

Thanks for playing and participating in my totally unscientific poll!!