What the Fuck Have I Been Doing?

So, I log into my account and quickly realize that once again I've neglected the writing. The last post was May 1. Hrmmmm... has my life really been that exciting? I think not.

Have I been busy? Sure I've been busy. But really, too busy to spend an hour a week writing a decent posting? Not at all. No excuse.

So like the little engine that could, I'm going to be better - I'm gonna be better, I'm gonna be better, I'm gonna be better. Or so I will continue to tell myself.

OK. Now that I've got that out of the way. The brief update.

One week in a rather lame-ass American city. One large project. One week at a training course and voila, three weeks later. That's it in a nutshell.

Now, the good stuff - or at least what I currently deem the good stuff.

So the lame-ass American city did have a hand full of very hot boys with great tattoos!

PLEASE NOTE: Just in case I haven't made this perfectly clear in the past, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the tattoos. Mmmmmmmmm YUMMY.

And my wing man, found the one place where they all gather. On the Sat night of our boring American adventure we started drinking at said watering hole at approx. 4 p.m. By 6 p.m. my wing man went in for the initial approach to this rather HOT HOT HOT boy sitting next to me at the bar.

He has been there since I arrived quietly minding his own business fully enjoying the business of the beer at hand. I'm unclear on the details of the initial exchange between my wing man and said hot hot hot boy but it did begin the dialogue.

Fast forward to 9 p.m. My wing man has not paced himself well to say the least and has excused himself to go puke in the alley. Can we all say LIGHT-WEIGHT. For real. Nonetheless, he has more than fulfilled his role as my wing man because said HOT HOT HOT boy has been chatting me up for three hours, made me a paper rose (cheesy but who doesn't love the attention) and I'm sure at any point I'm gonna close the deal. Like any self-respecting single women in this position, it take a mere two more hours and we are leaving the bar heading back to my hotel room

OK. So this is where I am sure some of you are thinking or saying the bad words we like to use to describe women who treat sex the same way that men do. We I am not a slut. I am not a whore. I am not a sank. No, in fact, I am a smart, attractive, well-educated woman who is embracing her singledom and acting like a man.

As one of my BFF's has said to me more than once:

"Moxie, if you think it and it is naughty, just do it!"

That's what' I'm doing and loving it.

That night I did it and I loved every second of it. So there! :P~

My thoughts. Be smart. Be safe. Respect yourself and the person your with. And have a lot of fucking fun!!!!

You only live once. Make sure it is worth while.