Eff you

Treatment Programs

Length of Stay

Cost

Inpatient Treatment / Residential Day Treatment	30 days 60 days 90 days	$32,0001,2 $45,0001,2 $55,0001,2
Licensed Professionals	30 days 60 days 90 days	$32,0001,2 $45,0001,2 $55,0001,2
Young Adult Track (age 18–25)	90 days 120 days	$61,0002,5 $70,0002,5
Pain Management Track	45 days	$45,0001,2
Outpatient	8 weeks	$4,9601,3

Look at how much it costs for the alcoholics centers. Goddamn...no wonder there are so many people with addictions in this world. Who the fuck can afford this?! And what the fuck do they do that's so miraculous that it should cost $55,000 for 3 months? That's like a 5 series BMW. Stupid fucking healthcare system in America. I don't vote but if some issue were like this on the menu, I would. Who the hell gets all this money? It enrages me.

Sugar Mommas

That website I've been scouring over the past week also has a 'sugar mommy' option. They are the exact same things as sugar daddies except they are aging rich women. Of course the market for sugar mommies (jeebus that is a lameass name) is not even an eighth as strong as the market for SDs. Don't you know, in our wonderful American society, aging women are equivalent to....Dangit, I can't think of a clever analogy. But they're not appreciated at all especially when it comes to their sexuality. I think at 30, a woman's sexuality starts to sour...maybe even at 25. I mean, MILF porn starts with women around that age. Seriously?! 25?!??! I think that's a big reason why men have such strong feelings of hatred towards Sex and the City. Older women having casual sex and living a single, 'bachelor-esque' life?!?! OH THE HORROR. Fuck you society.

Oh it makes me so angry. 

I mean, there may be a very small percentage of men who want an older woman. But overall, most young men view aging women with this look on their faces: 

that guy has nice pillowly lips. 

Guy #2 I met from that site was 42. He said a woman his age reminds him of his mom and that sleeping with one was gross. 42?! Really?! That's younger than Samantha from SATC.

Really? Does your mom look like that? STFU.

Okay... before my entry turns into another direction, the REAL reason why I bring this up is that if I were around 45 years old, single, and had lots and lots of money, I'd definitely be a sugar mommy. Because, let's face it, it's already difficult for me to find hot young guys to bone me (pussies). It would be triple-y difficult for me at that age. So, I'd have to throw money at the situation. 

These would be my criteria: 18-30, Black...or mixed. Very nice muscular build, 6'0+ . Good dresser. Intelligent. (As I'm conducting my experiments with a wide assortment of men, I'm finding that just with physical looks, my ultimate preference is what I just described (and the upcumming. Puhahhaa)

In fact, I have two real-life men in mind that the 29-year-old Iroar would pay for sex because they are certainly unattainable. Any guy that looks like these men, and they wouldn't willingly have sex with me, I would pay for... just because they are so.... beautiful. Now I understand why men are willing to pay 'hot' women for sex. 

I met this guy at MJQ about 4 years ago. Yes, he actually exists. But he approached ME there and gave me his business card (he's an artist). Man...that's like the best compliment I ever got that a guy that looks like this would be interested in me. And you should see his face. He is better-looking than Tyson Beckford. I'm getting overwhelmed just thinking about it. *fans self and crotch*

BUTTTTTTT....and this is God's CRUELEST JOKE, he is a devout Muslim...which, I believe, means he is celibate, or (I just looked it up) he doesn't have premarital sex. Why would you do this GOD?!?!?! It makes me want to NEVER believe in you. And Adonis #1, why would you dangle yourself in front of me and then snatch it away?! So mean. 

So hell yeah. If I had $10,000 to spare (which is the highest amount I think men pay for a woman), I would definitely pay that to have sex with him. And he can just lay there if he wants. I would do allll the work.  

GOD I hope he never reads this.  

  

And Adonis #2. 

This is Mel. He's half-Korean (and half-black), which restores my hope for hot Korean guys. He's actually my friend.... a friend I tried very very hard to seduce and was unsuccessful. He lives in California and unlike Adonis #1, he can have sex. He just doesn't want to have it with me. *sob noise* He has very strict personal beliefs concerning casual sex. Like the girl he's looking for is the antithesis of me concerning her views on sex, if that makes any sense, which makes him inaccessible. Oh Mel.......

So, if I were to ever get rich on my own accord, I would certainly be a sugar mommy. I would only pay for the creme of the crop though, like these two gentlemen. Maybe that's why I don't have any qualms with the whole 'paying for the younger hotter person,' and a mutually-benefitting relationship. It makes sense...possibly even MORE sense for a sugar mommy. I guarantee it's much easier for older rich men to find young and wild and FREE vagina than it is for older rich women to find a FREE young penis. That sounds gross. HAHAHAHA. 

Hm....but when I'm 45, these guys will also be 45. Maybe they'll have loosened up a little and then I can seize my chance. 

I pray. *crosses fingers* 

4.13

Another day at home. Can't say I'm complaining today. I plan on watching Hunger Games at 11:55 (by myself). My sister keeps telling me that I remind her of Katniss, a big compliment if you ask me. I'm going to check it out to see whether that's true.

I've found out that HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) is the most effective workout for me. It is doubly awesome because it can involve both strength-training and cardio, so you knock out two birds with one stone, and the longest session is like 20 minutes long. I usually do a HIIT workout and a strength-training sesh. Sometimes I do two HIITs all under an hour. I've seen the most results from starting HIITs...way more than p90x. I swear, p90x should only advertise to men. Women NEED more cardio.

Here are most recent of my progress:

I'm really proud of my legs. My arse can still use some help. I don't know if it'll ever get to how I want it. Stupid being Asian. 

Okay. I'm going to get ready for my Hunger Games. Woot woot.

**Edit. I decided to stop talking about my SD stories on here. After thinking about it, maybe it is something I should not be broadcasting to the world...especially for the privacy of potential SDs. But if something absolutely hilarious, marvelous, crazy happens, I'll write about it.

Oh...and if I do disappear, then the site is seeking arrangements. Just in case. Hahaha. No, it's a pretty legit site. 

I don't even know what to say.....

Yesterday, SOMEBODY texted me and said my blog was boring because I hadn't updated. Well, excuuuuuuuse me. This past weekend I was in Atlanta (just got back last night.) And the weekend before that I was in jail. Yes, again. But this time for 3 nights and this time, I got charged/processed/fucked.

So here's the story.

Two Fridays ago, I had planned on having a calm night staying in and sipping my weekend vodka drank with Anna. I worked out on the roof and as I was working out, my friend Peter texted me saying he was going to come over because the weather was nice and we could drink on the roof overlooking Ikea. Then as I was doing mountain climbers, I had the genius idea of just walking to the bar (since I skimped on cardio) and having a couple of drinks, coming back around 11 so I could go to sleep at a decent hour to do work the next day.

I get ready and wear some clean white booty shorts, a slutty pink lacy top, and this blue/white sweater thing that looks like a flappy vagina. Oh and my Sperrys since we are walking to the bar.

Everything was going so well. Peter even said, "You are being boring tonight" because I was so calm. I was working very hard at stifling the Iroar-demon. I even made a friend...a very pretty Nicaraguan girl whose boyfriend I accidentally called gay. But we were having a gay old time and had plans to cheeba together some time. Having that conversation is probably the last thing I remember clearly.

Apparently, a little after that, I got kicked out of the bar. (The bar in the most recent post where that white girl tried to beat me up). I don't know why I got kicked out but I'm pretty sure I exchanged some words with the bouncer after he told me to leave.

Then I ran outside and started knocking over the trashcans outside the bar. I remember feeling genuinely angry about getting kicked out. I was in the tasmanian devil stage. I had left my purse in the bar so I told Peter to retrieve it. By the time he came out with it, he said I was yelling at a group of white people calling them "white trash mother fuckers." Over and over again. I don't know what these white people did to me but they were on the patio behind these bars that I couldn't get over so I think I tried to attack them THROUGH the gate. I remember someone throwing a drink on me (but Peter doesn't). I might have imagined that. But they were definitely needling my anger, which is a completely natural response of immature college students. (I was 100% the provoker, I realize that. But I doubt a group of middle-aged adults would have even responded if some drunken idiot was yelling racial epitaphs at them for no reason). This enraged me even more.

Then a police officer materialized out of nowhere. According to the police report (which I will post shortly) he heard me yelling while he was driving by so he stopped to see what was going on. Peter said he saw the police man approaching so he tried to put me in a full-body hold and drag me to the cab which he had hailed during my tirade. I'm sorry but Peter barely tops out at 5'6 and I'm pretty sure I weigh more than him. So he was no match for an adrenaline/alcohol-pumped me. Plus, I elbowed him in the face and he fell down. I yelled at the police officer telling him to "stay away you white devil." Well, here is the police officer's side:

He wasn't even white! He was Latino. Oops. And 'several officers' my ass. There were 7 cop cars that came to assist. Goddamn. I'm just one skinny Asian girl.

So after all that, he charged me with:

Second Degree Assault on a Police Officer
Second Degree Assault
among 3 others....which didn't stick.

The first one is a felony.

I was carted off to a Hyattsville jail where (and this is what I kinda remember) I then harassed a black cop. He tried to put me in a cell with three other women. I grabbed the toilet paper off the disgusting cell toilet and threw it at him. Then I yelled, "You're the reason why there are so many black men in prison. How does it feel to lock up your own kind?!" I also called him ugly and fat. I think he beat me up because next morning, I had a HUGE bruise on my right bicep (which I didn't even notice until I went to the 2nd jail). He handcuffed me so tight that my wrists and ankles were swollen. He handcuffed my wrists to a chain around my waist and then handcuffed me to a bench where I stayed immobile for like 3 hours til I saw the commissioner. Then I stayed in another stinky cell until 9 am.

At that point, I thought I was going to be able to go home. Then the female police officer told me I was going to another jail where I could get bonded out. When I got to the 2nd place, I had to walk in a room filled with crazy men and women in my booty white shorts. I felt so... exposed. I felt like EVERYONE was staring at me (which they were). I changed into that orange prisoner garb...and then I stayed in that room on a chair for... 12 FUCKING hours, not knowing what the hell was going on. When I finally asked the guard, they said that we were supposed to find a bondsman and get our bond paid...otherwise, we'd stay in jail until our bond hearing.

Well, my bond didn't go through til Monday fucking morning. So I stayed in the jail cell for 2 nights with CUH-RAZY women who would yell through the night and then be dead-set on watching Joel Osteen in the morning. But I'm guessing it was a pretty typical jail experience so I won't talk about it much except that I ate foods that probably shortened my life by a year.

I got out at Monday noon. I came out SMILING because I was SO happy to get out of there.

And that's what happened.

This is one of 209348093284 bruises I got from getting manhandled by the popo.

I mean, obviously, I know I'm fucked. I need to get a lawyer pronto and I'm expecting to spend thousands of dollars on this. But I'm not angry at anyone except myself. I'm very defeated against this drinking problem. I don't know what to do. In Atlanta, I got a lot of support. But that support won't push me to stop. I think I'll take Karleen's advice and do baby steps. I can't do the cold turkey thing because there's so many reasons tied into why I do what I do. It sounds very trivial the way I'm explaining it but trust me, I'm doing a lot of thinking about this issue...behind the scenes...revisiting issues that I thought I had worked through.

And I have to do allllll of this while being crazy fucking busy with schoolwork. I could so easily freak out right now but I'm not.

My court date is May 7th.

I'm So Grown

Last night, I went out to a hole-in-the-wall bar across the street from a college bar. With my visitor in tow, I went to the HITW bar first. Loved it. I was a hit of the bar because everyone else there was fugly. I even got a free drink. Woot woot. Gotta love HITW bars.

Then we walked over to Loony's....one of three of the bars in lameass UMD's area. I don't understand why there are only three 'college' bars. As much as I hated UGA, at least we had 70+ bars to choose from in the great city of Athens.

Anyways, I was having a grand old time. I was drunk but not super drunk (good job, Iroar!). I was laughing at these two clearly trashed white boys who were dancing and singing along with the band as though they were having the times of their lives. It was cute. I appreciate people who are not afraid to go crazy and have fun by themselves even if they look crazy.

Drunk white guys

Eventually the bar started playing more poppy songs so dumb college people started dancing. I love to dance and I really can't help myself from dancing especially if a good song comes on and other people are dancing. 

There was this one blond girl dancing by herself. Since I do not dance with men, I started dancing with her.. not like dancing ON her but NEXT to her. I thought we were having a grand old time. I was. Like I said, I love dancing. Alluva sudden, she *poof* disappears.. like runs away. I saw her blonde hair streaking away. I was like "rude." I thought we waz dancing together. 

Then, as I was sipping my drink at my table, blonde homegirl comes rushing at me with her arms like around my neck. Bitch is trying to choke me and is pushing me!!! I was running into the table! Now, if this had been my younger days, this bitch would have ended up with punches to her face and kicks to her vagina. I don't let NO girls, especially a white blonde girl to be putting her hands on me. 

But, I'm grown now and a lover of peace so I was like "whoa!!!!...whoa. Girl! What's happening?!" Homegirl replies "you were mocking me while I was dancing!" And I was like "No!!! I was just trying to dance with you!" Then she goes "I thought you were making fun of me." Then she walks away still kinda angry. 

Goddamn. I am so nice. Especially since she was all up in  my grill while everyone else was staring. Then to make me even nicer, I went up to her and bought her a shot. Then I gave her a hug and walked away. 

I should get an award for that.

Tonight, I'm going out in DC with all the (lame) people that I know here. Sigh. I wish I had real friends. For Anna, I will be on my best behavior. I swear to her.  

Don't worry, don't worry. I won't be contacting old weirdo dude from previous post to give him nice kicks in the balls. Definitely not my cuppa tea. I was just bored last weekend. This weekend, I have a visitor coming! He told me not to mention it on here but I iz.

This is the third night in a row that I'm not drinking. Every time 7:00 PM rolls around, I feel that urge. I just have to keep myself busy. Tonight, I plucked all my mustache hairs.

Tomorrow is another story...it's the weekend. And I just got my ID back. The streets of DC are no longer safe. Muhahaha. Jaykay jaykay. I'm really working on my drinking cuz it just occurred to me that I can't go work internationally until I have a stronger handle on it. I DEFINITELY can't go to Korea. Earlier this week, I was pissed at myself for having these problems to the point that it was impeding my travels. Ugh. I hate it. I wish it would just go away but it's so hard. *sad face*

That's me. Jk. That WILL be me in about.... 3 more months of eating super clean and working out. Actually, I don't think I'll ever get like that because I don't want to give up all the pleasures in life just to have 0% body fat. Girls are supposed to have SOME jiggle.

All not drinking does is make me want to sleep. I'm going to sleep now. *sigh* Good night.
 

Must Share

Omg. The world is full of crazies.

I have to update quickly because in about 15 minutes, I'll be cutting into my 7 hours of sleep and teaching children with less than 7 hours of sleep is horrendous. But I had to share.

Quick note though. Starting in April, I will be living in this humongous townhouse all by my lonesome. I have two options to battle my loneliness.A) Find a male mate to keep me company or B) Drink myself into an oblivion every night. I prefer A because then I won't be indulging in B and I get to have sex. At the same time, I'm seeking a sugar daddy because I'm a brokeass and I've always wanted to find one. When I want something, I usually get it. This past weekend, I've been exploring Craigslist. It's hilarious. Check out the convos between myself and an ad I responded to.

Queen TMI	8:01 PM (2 hours ago)
to krdzv-28890235.

Hello there. Your proposition sounds intriguing. What does it entail? And is a graduate school student okay? 

Dear Ms.

 

Thank You for responding to my ad; I am very happy to financially help and assist You and spoil You. And, yes, a graduate student is very welcome.

 

This not about sex; I do not seek or expect sex.

 

I am a professional, very physically fit, 5'-8", 140 lbs, brown/gray hair and bluish/gray eyes; Caucasian; I am not married and I am age 62; I take very good care of myself.

 

I am seeking to worship and serve and pamper and spoil a Princess/Goddess such as You; for me, it is not about sex, as, again,  I do not seek or expect sex. My hope is to have a relationship based Female Supremacy and worship and serve You as the Princess and Goddess that You are and be Your true and real slave (not sex slave as I do not seek or expect sex, but be Your true and real servant and slave based on Female Supremacy);

 

I hope to be considered by You. I look forward to hearing from You. I am also very happy to help You financially.

 

I hope to be Your slave and be slave trained and disciplined by You.

 

Your thoughts?

 

Thank You;

Queen TMI	9:10 PM (1 hour ago)
to MatureBenefact.

Thanks for your response. I'm sorry but I lol'ed at your email. It sounds silly (to be honest) but intriguing. Can you be more specific in what you mean by 'slave training' and 'disciplined?' And how can I be ensured that you are not a psycho-killer? 

Dear Ms.:

 

    In order to know that one whom You may choose to get to know from on-line, it is best to take one's time and get to know them by e-mail, then, by phone conversations, and ask many questions, and, then, several public meetings.  By that time, one knows or should know with whom they are getting to know;

 

    All that being said, I am the safest person You will ever meet as I am more cautious than You and anyone else You may come to know,

 

    Also, based on Your response, I take it that You have no familiarity with and no idea of the Female Supremacy Lifestyle or what it is about.  And, I sense that You have no interest therein.

 

    However, I do thank You for Your initial inquiry.

 

Respectfully,

 

Jack

Queen TMI	9:39 PM (1 hour ago)
to MatureBenefact.

Hi Jack. You're right. I have absolutely no idea what the female supremacy lifestyle is. But I am open to learning about it. I googled it and to me, it seems just like that fem/dom lifestyle. But again, I'm completely ignorant when it comes to matters such as that. If you wish to enlighten me, like I said, I'm open to learning! I think it's very interesting. I majored in women's studies and though I don't believe females are superior over men, I want to know more about what you speak of. But if you consider it a waste of your time, then you don't have to and I wish you luck in your endeavors of finding this particular kind of female. =) 

Dear Ms.:

 

    The Fem/dom  interaction is about catering to a male fetish and sexual fantasies.

 

    The Female Supremacy Lifestyle is about Female Empowerment through the slave training, very strict discipline and subjugation and humiliation and "desexualization" of the male; there is no sex, never, and no sexual aspects.

 

    I do believe in Natural Female Superiority and in Female Supremacy;  and, I am serious.

 

    Your thoughts?

 

Thank You;

Queen TMI	9:58 PM (43 minutes ago)
to MatureBenefact.

Again... I have to adjust my brain to think of that kind of situation with an open mind. What would that entail on MY end? Like what would the roles be? 

MatureBenefactor@aol.com	10:08 PM (34 minutes ago)
to me

Dear Ms.

 

In private, I would hope to have the privilege to be Your nude slave (only me nude; You would be fully dressed always normally as You choose to be) and have You slave train me, subjugate me, humiliate me and discipline me (very strict whippings and, at times, kick me in the balls when You feel that to be appropriate);

 

Also, I would hope to be Your servant, waiting on You hand and foot and at Your beck and call, and do domestic tasks as You would like (housework, cleaning, laundry, etc.) and, if You allow, worship You at Your feet, again, no sex, never.

 

If You would like to talk so that I can better explain, my number is 410-303-XXXX; I believe very strongly in Female Supremacy and Natural Female Superiority.

 

Respectfully;

 

Jack

Queen TMI	10:27 PM (15 minutes ago)
to MatureBenefact.

G-chatting would be better. Maybe you should make a gmail account.

Omg.... Like I said... Crazies...all up in this world... But definitely interesting. I will keep you posted on this. Honestly, I'd rather just have sex than pretend that I enjoy humiliating a grandpa. That would just be sad. 

This is hilarious, dontcha think?

Good night. 

p.s. I'm also posting this just in case one of the Craigslist crazies comes to kill me. Scawy. 

19 and 40

Aaaaaaaand I'm back. My hellish 5 weeks of takeover at my school is over. I haven't had ANY time to do anything. But I'm back now and I'm super excited to be done with that.

Anyways, as you may or may not know, I have a very wide taste for men (that sounded weird.) But you know what I mean...I am open to most types of guys as long as you are not a loser, a psycho. or a dummy. My previous dating/boinking record can vouch for that. If you lined up all the men (and one woman) I've been with, you would walk down the line being like "whoa...where'd you come from? Where'd you come from?" and so on. It's kinda funny and awesome.

**sidenote: Omg. I just spent an hour re-reading shit (looking for material I will write about in this entry) from my Irooooooar blog. Is it bad that I lol'ed and clapped at my own stuff? Goddamn. I'm my own #1 fan. It's sad, I know. But this is my greatest line: People may think that I'm whore-y having this list and all that... but that's okay. No guy or person will ever have the ability to make me feel like a whore because I'm the master of my sexual ship. *high fives myself*

And that is greatly relevant to what I will write about today.

Teenage boy

40 year old

So, I have my "to-do" list that I update every time I am single. (As I am newly single, I still have to update the one I made in Springtime 2011). Here are two bullets from that list:

• An older, rich man- And I mean WAAAAY older like 45+. Since I also want a sugar daddy, I can knock out 2 birds with 1 stone. I'm all about deals. 
• A teenager-I'm sorry, but I am attracted to young-looking boys. I think it's because I was prohibited from having teenage sex (I did anyways), but when someone tells me I CAN'T do something, it makes me want to do it more. Okay, maybe that's a bullshit excuse to explain my desire for statutory rape. There's just something so cute and turn-on-ing about an inexperienced, horny teenage boy. Since I'm not a complete monster, I GUESS the cut-off age is 16. I think this is the perfect age to start banging.

As of recently, I can kinda check off both of those and you get to know about them! (I say kinda because I didn't seal the deal with either of the two experiences but they were definitely experiences.) 

First, I will share the 40 year old expurrience which happened in January of 2010. I actually wrote on my Iroar blog before the sole tryst happened but I never published it because the experience failed shortly thereafter. Here is what I wrote that explains how I met the dude:

• The night at Tavern successfully yielded a candidate for my "To-Do List." On my list (and ever since I could remember), I included a man older than me and possibly, a rich one that can buy me some fancy lingerie and some Grey-Goose. I don't need a full-on Sugar Daddy because I don't believe in exploiting men, even though men are retarded.
  
  
  Alas, I found my older sugar daddy this night.
  
  
  After downing another 3 ketel one, not-so-dirty martinis, I had to urinate. Going with Sawa, we encountered a mini-man (a man under the height of 5-8) who bellowed as we passed by, "Do yall mother fuckers want to drink?!"
  
  
  Now... if this person had politely asked us "Do you ladies want to have a drink with us?" I would have declined. Only because, I do not accept drinks from random, normal men. However, there was something alluring about this mini-person yelling at us and calling us 'mother fuckers.' I was instantly intrigued.
  
  
  He then proceeded to tell us that an older, richer man was going to be the one purchasing the drinks. As he said this, I noticed this older gentleman with silver hair staring in our direction. I knew he was the one that would be purchasing our drinks so we accepted.
  
  
  After some drunken rambling and ordering 2 double Ketel one shots, I soon found out that this silver foxed man was divorced with four chil'ren. He also had very cute dimples and his wavy, pillowy silver hair was beckoning me to find out more. We exchanged numbers.
  
  
  I am writing this furiously because as we speak, he is on his way over here into this house-sitting location. And I wanted to explain about him before anything actually happens.
  
  So that's how I met SilverFox.
  
  Let me find a picture of him real quick:
  

  

  I HIGHLY doubt he would ever read this but if he does, sorry for sharing about you! 

  Now, in reality, he can't be called a true SilverFox because when I think of a SilverFox, thoughts of George Clooney are beckoned. I only wish I could score a older rich gentleman that is a true silver fox. This guy looked just like your typical, aging Dunwoody man. While that might not excite the average female, having worked in Dunwoody for years and always pondering what it would be like to be bonin' a Dunwoody-type man, I found it exciting.

At the bar, we had established (in a five minute conversation) exactly what I expected from him and what our 'relationship' would entail. After writing that entry, I quickly went up to shower and dressed up in an outfit that would make HIM think of a younger, crazy girl and, hopefully, that that thought would excite him. 

The dude arrived at my house-sitting location (a very big, Dunwoody house). He drove a huge forest-green SUV, typical of a Dunwoody family man. It was funny because he basically screeched into the garage with it. He was wearing pajama pants, tennis shoes and a t-shirt. I thought he could have at LEAST dressed up better than that and when I said this to him, he said that he had to hurriedly leave his house because his four children had fallen asleep and he wasn't sure if they were going to wake up and not find him there. I told him he couldn't come into the house (out of respect to its owners) but I went inside and fixed him and myself a drink. (I was already pretty tipsy). 

We talked for a good hour. I asked a plethora of questions, including: 

• How much money do you have? Do you have more than a million dollars? A million dollars really isn't that much if you think about it. Yes, with all my assets, I have over a million dollars. But I have four kids. 
• What do you do for a living? As little as possible. *guffaws at own joke* 
• How many women have you slept with? That is such a younger person question. 
• Why did you and your wife get a divorce? She cheated on me. Now she lives with that guy. 
• Aw...were you sad? I'm over it now. 
• Would she be jealous if she knew you were with a younger, hotter girl? Probably. 
• Have you dated somebody after her? (ie: before this *points to him and me* situation?) Yes, one. But she turned out to be crazy.
• Do you like my hair? It's dreaded. It is? 
• Do you think I'm crazy? No.

....among others. My first encounters with men usually is an in-depth interview. Sorry, I like to have all the information before I make the executive decision to include you in my sex life.

The next hour we spent the time making out. Lol. I was thinking that making out with a 40-something year old is pretty standard except he probably kisses better than the average male. You would hope so because he's had more practice than someone my age. Guys, in general, are horrible kissers.

I asked him to give me a hickey. He gave me two. I had to wear a scarf for a week around my mom. We didn't have sex but I definitely gave him a job...the product of the job, which I spit on the pristine garage floor. Ew. Lol.

We made arrangements to really seal the deal in a hotel room shortly after New Years (this was like the day after xmas). He said he would bring me Grey Goose and lingerie. He texted me later that night saying that his six year old was up when he got home looking for him. Oops. 

Except for a couple of follow-up texts, I never heard from him again. I wasn't crushed or anything but definitely confused. Very rarely will I hook up with a dude and never hear from him again... I was confused because if I were him, I would consider myself a goldmine. I mean, I'm young, relatively hot, gave him an awesome BJ (like under 4 minutes good). I suspect that he felt guilty about seeing me. He has full custody of his kids and there are four of them, two of which are teenagers. I don't think romping around with a crazy younger girl was his cup of tea, after the fact. That is what I think accounted for his vanishing without informing me. Still, I thought it was very inconsiderate of him. We did have plans after all. He could have explained himself and I'd be 100% fine with it. I'm very logical when it comes to any kind of relationship and would have accepted whatever excuse he would have thrown at me. Meh. I have bigger fish to fry.

And that is my experience with a 40 year old. We are still friends on Fbook. I wonder what he thinks of the experience. Lol. 

I'm definitely still looking for an older guy. I always will be. I kind of want to leave a posting on Craiglist and hope that a rich Republican politician will answer it. I'm very close to doing that. If I do, I will definitely write about it on here. Hahaha.

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The 19-year old is current. I won't write much about him because he actually MIGHT stumble upon this and probably wouldn't appreciate me writing about him and his teenaged self. Plus, it's current and I don't really write about current boys. Just know that one exists in my Blackbook at the moment. *smiles*

I've always had a thing for teenaged boys. I think I always will. That is why I cannot teach high school... In my defense, I didn't think this guy was 19 when I met him. He doesn't LOOK 19. I found out he was 19 after I realized I was looking at prom pictures and his senior year of high school on Fbook. Most girls would peace out at that point but that further intrigues my pedophile self. 

I met 19-year-old at a bar about three months ago but didn't do anything about him until I became single. He is in the army (and I usually NEVER would associate with army blokes). He is black. And he is HOT. He is SUPER hot. Like borderline Adonis status. He still has that teenage face but I know when he becomes my age, he will reach Adonis status...especially if he works out more. *sigh* 

The sad thing is, I asked him to come over last night. Last night I was intent on getting drunky-drunk cuz it was my last day of Takeover and I wanted to celebrate both with drinking and then having male company. I I got drunk with two of my cohorts and intended to meet up with him afterwards. He was on his way to my house (though with a friend...which leaves me scratching my head. Does he think that I would have a 3some with them or something? Ick. One Army teenager is enough for me...unless the other 

teenage boy is NOT in the army). And... I PASSED OUT. Arg!!!!

I woke up to 10 missed calls from him and 2 very angry texts. He rode a taxi here and I know that taxi ride cost him a pretty penny. He was probably waiting outside for at least 30 minutes because the 10 calls span over that time. It was cold last night. Apparently Phong & Anna answered the doorbell when he rang it and they wouldn't let him in for fear they might rape me. Lol. Then he probably had to ride another taxi to the Metro station...and he had to be up at 6 this morning for whatever Army crap he has to do. 

I feel SOOOOOOOOO bad. I hope he doesn't count me out from this. I apologized like no other. But he's going to be gone for the next two weeks sans phone. Maybe that's his exit ticket. God I hope not...cuz he's so beautiful. Plus he's 19. *skips around happily*

Dayum this entry took me forever. Sorry the content is so... all-over-the-place. Gonna go run errands! I love the weekend!!!!