tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70277432012-02-16T04:21:09.085-05:00Freedom Through AnonymitySpa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.comBlogger2381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-30329077003355963272012-01-01T17:21:00.000-05:002012-01-01T17:21:40.616-05:00

It's trite, I know, but the new year (inspires? incites?) makes you contemplative. Where did the past year go? What did you accomplish? Actually, the past year was pretty darn amazing. I found my way back to emotional health, I got a new job and I bought a new house. HUGE. And how do I top that? We'll have to wait and see. Not off to the most auspicious start ... I've been battling a

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So hey ... lots of news here. New house, new job - all on the same day! (Sort of - the day I closed on my house was the last day at my old job.) The house is good, but I'm still not totally settled in. Too much stuff still weighing me down. And the new job ... well, be careful what you wish for! I can handle it, but every day is a challenge. Not because the work is hard, but because the

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I joined a book group last fall and I'm really enjoying it.  It was something I wanted to do for a long time, but no one ever invited me and I didn't make the effort to create my own book group.  Thank goodness someone else took the initiative.  It's kind of a strange little group - we read what I'll call spiritual self-help books. Six people came to the first meeting, but two of the women

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Have been trying to catch up with Girlfriend A for months. She's just always busy, doesn't have time etc. But we persevered and finally got together last Friday. She made it sound like she didn't have a lot of time, and actually pushed back our meeting time, but then we ended up talking for an hour and a half and I actually had to sort of run out on her to make it to a movie on time.A is a

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-927106802388642902010-04-25T21:13:00.002-04:002010-04-25T21:18:47.167-04:00

I am getting better, I swear that I am, but how does it help me to know that the Ex had a baby girl with the new wife on April 14? How does it help to know that a college classmate got the job that I thought I should have had by now? And that in taking it she now has to sell her $340,000 home in another city? How does this help me when I can't find anything in my price range of $150,000?It

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-13330787919168458482010-04-05T20:14:00.003-04:002010-04-05T20:21:55.965-04:00

Three straight days of 70 degree plus weather and suddenly, it's spring. Buds are popping and the grass is turning green. It's a few weeks ahead of schedule, and we could still get a killing frost, so I'm trying not to get ahead of myself here, but I'm enjoying every minute of it.And as much as things change, still they stay the same ... trying to move past whatever it is that is holding me

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It's Friday night and I'm parked here on the sofa. Read my email, checked my bank account and tripped over to a blog I hadn't visited in a long time. Reminded me how I used to enjoy blogging.What's running through my mind ...... watching Hope for Haiti and have to admit I don't know who most of these performers are... have been watching what I eat and trying to exercise more; it's been working.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-78016842338383048492009-12-27T16:17:00.003-05:002009-12-27T16:26:55.555-05:00

How did it happen? Where did the last 10 years go? The first decade of a new millennium has already passed me by. It's been 10 years since I left my first employer and yet despite making gains, I'm now making the same amount of money I was 10 years ago. It's like 1999 all over again.I can't go back and I can't have any regrets. I have to look forward. Have been in therapy for the last year

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-78368448669947508792009-08-03T22:17:00.003-04:002009-08-03T22:29:50.853-04:00

Unbelieveable. That breakup didn't last long. In fact, I'm not sure we ever broke up. We were simply on a break.After "the break-up" we continued to talk every day. We told each other that made things easier, and honestly? I think it did. But the talking led to his coming over for dinner on July 11. Had my parents not been visiting (part of the reason for his coming over for dinner) I think

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-5859005475076266042009-06-19T19:41:00.004-04:002009-06-19T20:06:09.775-04:00

We made it through last weekend because he was on a camping trip with the guys. I knew where he was and that he was out of reach, so I was fine. I did my thing, kept fairly busy, and thought that I was fine. But I called him Sunday afternoon, and I was fine, until we talked. The same thing with him - he was fine until he came home and saw the things I'd left behind ... and then I called and

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-45053330498087902542009-06-11T05:45:00.000-04:002009-06-11T05:57:19.779-04:00

Or did we? Was it worth the last four years of my life?The Man broke up with me last night. Over the phone. Here I've been trying to break up with him, but he ends up breaking up with me. We were both laughing and crying. I kept saying "I don't know how to do this; I'm not any good at it" and it's true - I'm not any good at breaking up with people.I did love him - I still love him. But he

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-72481765569306593972009-03-07T15:17:00.003-05:002009-03-07T15:42:36.268-05:00

Okay so I'm wasting time again and somehow I left the television turned on to the Soapnet and I'm watching "Being Erica." It's curiously captivating. Talking about regrets and living your life over ...It's something that's been in the back of my mind. Do I have regrets? If I had a chance to do it over, would I change things? How? I've been stuck in ... this place ... for far too long. I

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-36677711601657958622008-12-21T09:22:00.002-05:002008-12-21T09:29:59.929-05:00

It's been nine months since I've posted here. Funny - nine months. The length of a pregnancy. The pregnancy that never was.I'm not pregnant and I doubt I ever will be pregnant. In many ways, that's a good thing. As much as I care for The Man, I don't think having a baby with him would have been the answer to my problems. I'm 43 years old. If I had a baby now I would be getting ready to

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-48821186319857243082008-05-18T21:23:00.003-04:002009-03-27T21:18:50.437-04:00

Long ago and far away I used to post regularly. I think I might start doing that again. We'll see. So 40 was great and I've been all crabby and pissy and bitter ever since. Yeah, I'm just mad at the world. I'm feeling sorry for myself and I'm surprised I've lasted this long without some sort of major meltdown. I need to get past this, and I'm hoping this post will be the start of my recovery

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-67411725536306115052008-03-09T22:08:00.002-04:002008-03-09T22:25:51.036-04:00

Yeah, I was sort of outed last fall and I haven't had the desire to post anything. Every now and then I get a message from Blogger support telling me who I am - someone is obviously trying to hack the account. Probably one of the many women out there who think they are Spa Girl. They may have some variation of the address, but I am the one and only Spa Girl. And if I were applying for a job I

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-55115569184461864502007-10-31T20:34:00.001-04:002009-03-27T21:21:16.746-04:00

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I've been outed. Someone in real life is now aware that this blog exists and that it belongs to me. And that he is mentioned in it. Honestly? I'm surprised it took three and a half years. So where do I go? What do I do? At one point in my life this was central to my being. I put it all out here, knowing full well that it was accessible to anyone

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-78076095808187641892007-08-19T14:12:00.000-04:002007-08-19T14:14:26.498-04:00

... because a small part of me is glad that the Ex's Jamaican wedding plans will most likely be ruined by Hurricane Dean?

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-36651671246362145062007-08-14T20:24:00.000-04:002007-08-14T20:41:02.218-04:00

Remember Peter? Three years ago this blog was all about him. I thought I was in love with him. Then we became house mates, he started dating a bimbo and suddenly I saw the light. I knew that I would never have a relationship with him.He has just experienced the same revelation - sort of. He met Veronica at a speed dating event in December 2004 and within a year they were basically living

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Someone is curious.I received a Blogger support message (again) indicating that someone was trying to figure out who SpaGirl is and/or access the account.For some odd reason a Seinfeld episode springs to mind ... the one where Kramer starts getting all these Movie Phone calls and he tries to impersonate the computer:- kramer: helloo, welcome to Movie phone. If you know the name of the movie you'd

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-11697080911376502322007-06-01T21:57:00.000-04:002007-06-01T22:01:13.779-04:00

I try not to go too long without posting here, but it looks like I completely missed the month of May. Oh well.Continuing to look for another job. I applied for a couple things in the last two months that I thought would be good matches for me and I never even got an interview. Depressing, but life goes on. I still have a job with benefits so I'll try to make the best of it and not

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-49404604505993692442007-04-29T21:13:00.000-04:002007-04-29T21:18:48.569-04:00

Had another one of our long naked in bed talks with The Man today. I had spent the night and we were taking a mid-morning break, presumably to have sex. Once we got into bed he started talking about his job situation, and I let him go. He needs to let it out. After that, not so much in the banging the headboard department. But it's okay - I like that we had the talk.He's still looking for a

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-50422112882314846612007-04-14T13:22:00.000-04:002007-04-14T13:25:36.772-04:00

What do I keep shooting myself in the foot?I keep fucking up at work. And I know I'm doing it but I can't seem to stop myself. Why am I sabatoging myself this way? I think I know the answer - it's because I really don't want to be there. But I'm trying to find a way out, I really am. And I do want to do a good job and I'm trying to think positively and live up to the expectations that I know

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-43552542505323690292007-02-14T09:04:00.000-05:002007-02-14T09:08:53.874-05:00

... your email address is not spagirl[at]gmail.com. That is my email address.I do not want to get your Long Island teacher job postings, and I do not want to hear about the reunion at Elk Lick Jr Sr High School. I don't know what made you think that you had obtained spagirl[at]gmail.com as an email address as it is obviously mine.That is all.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-53218633363614788812007-02-12T20:19:00.000-05:002007-02-04T13:02:29.769-05:00

... one step back.I was so proud of The Man for quitting smoking. He was doing so well, and then ... this morning I could smell the nicotine on his breath as he slept. He started smoking again. The stress and pressure got to him and he succumbed. I'm disappointed. Not in him, but for him. I've never been addicted to anything, so I can't imagine how hard it was to quit in the first place -

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It is such a treat to be in love with a man who is secure in his own masculinity.The Man is in a perpetual state of underemployment. He is just managing to keep his head above water every month. This is not because he's a slacker. There are a lot of conflicting and competing interests that keep him from being able to fully commit himself to a full-time job search. He has a job; it's just not

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-2327844542293894302007-01-03T19:36:00.000-05:002007-01-03T19:44:15.905-05:00

I am so getting the silent treatment at work.My boss is pissed that I didn't give her a heads up about the new guy leaving. It never really occurred to me that I should. We're all grown-ups here, I wasn't about to go tattling. Besides, he told me that he had had a phone conversation with her one day when I was out of the office.Maybe I should have said something. Maybe I was just a tad too

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-87113373036634393822007-01-02T20:47:00.000-05:002007-01-02T20:52:20.478-05:00

Some strange doings at work ... I've been trying to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut. If it wasn't clear to me where I stood with my boss before, it is now.She never gave me a Christmas present.She ordered an expensive gift for one of my co-workers and had to (reluctantly) give it to her early when she left the company at the end of September (kind of hard to return a monogrammed gift).And

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-90660767850794376512006-12-23T17:52:00.000-05:002006-12-23T18:03:31.760-05:00

I just emailed The Host and told him that we would not be attending his New Year's Eve party. We're going to keep our clothes on this year and just go out to dinner with a group of friends. So, I've finished wrapping all my gifts and I'm procrastinating on finishing the remainder of the Christmas cards. I will be on the road with The Man tomorrow to spend Christmas with my family. I haven't

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-63908081740083868812006-12-20T21:32:00.000-05:002006-12-20T21:40:58.516-05:00

Talk about a blast from the past!Last night, the doorbell rang. I thought it was my next door neighbor, but as I approached the door I could see the silhouette of a much larger person. Imagine my surprise when I flicked on the light and saw Gym Boy! I've seen him around town from time to time, but this was the first time in over a year that he showed up at my door.I was a little hesitant about

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-5646666655146987262006-11-13T21:43:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:50:46.595-05:00

It was nice just laying there and talking. We lingered in the morning before finally getting up, and then again later in the afternoon, when he couldn't get it up.We talked about things that matter - serious, important topics. Like what form of birth control will we use if I go off the pill. Or rather, what form of birth control will I use if I go off the pill because I just know he won't use

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1161549241897342422006-10-22T16:25:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:39:01.868-05:00

Life has settled into a routine. During the week I work, only occasionally seeing The Man. On the weekends I putter around the house before going to his place on Saturday night. We snuggle, watch a movie and go to bed. On Sunday I help him out around the house and cook a nice dinner. Then I go back to my house and the week starts all over again.That's a real general synopsis. Lots has been

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1157919577463085792006-09-10T16:12:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:39:01.510-05:00

What do they have in common? They've been checking me out a lot the last month.I just started paying attention to my site stats and it turns out that I'm big at the University of Maryland and AvantGo.com. Who knew.*************************************So after spending about six weeks shacking up with The Man, I'm back in my own place. It's got its pros and cons. We got along so well together, and

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1155689889474665122006-08-15T20:57:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:39:00.417-05:00

Perhaps one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1152967154913407142006-07-15T08:24:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:39:00.114-05:00

My parents were visiting last weekend. I planned a few special activities, and it ended up being one of the best visits I've ever had with them. Toward the end of the weekend, as things were finally winding down, I got a phone call from The Man. He hadn't been able to join us earlier as planned, and he was just catching me up on how his day had gone.He'd had a good day, ending it with a trip

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1151244436056367662006-06-25T09:48:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:59.728-05:00

I celebrated my first anniversary with The Man yesterday.It was one year ago that The Lawyer was a no-show at a party, and The Man was there to sweep me off my feet instead. When we were out last weekend, the band played "What I Like About You" and I was thinking about all of the things I like about The Man, and I briefly contemplated trying to come up with a list of 365 things, one for each day

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1149345614390802932006-06-03T10:35:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:59.411-05:00

I heart The Man.I'm running out of ways to say it. I just do - I love him. We get each other. Being in each other's presence has a calming effect on both of us. Not that we're hyper, but everyone has stressors, up days and down days. When we are together, it is simply sublime.And when we are apart, we yearn to be together again. I hadn't seen The Man since Sunday. He spent the night but

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1148567279049608202006-05-25T10:18:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:59.049-05:00

Life goes on and things are looking good for Spa Girl.I start a new job next week. More money, better benefits and a much shorter commute. And, to top it off, I think it will be an interesting and challenging position. Can't get much better than that!Things are going well with The Man. We've been spending more time together, and I often spend the entire weekend at his place. He tells me (

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1146408555049569962006-04-30T10:36:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:58.726-05:00

The Host had a party last night. The Last Big Bash. Or so he says.Either way, I think it was the last party for me. The Man and I went, and I guess you could say we enjoyed ourselves. Something about being there made the sex more intense, but at the end of the night as he was sleeping while the party raged, I just thought "We don't need to be here." And so we came home.Our relationship has

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1143996076069513342006-04-02T12:39:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:58.419-05:00

It's the little things that count.I'm going over to The Man's place today, and when he called this morning he told me that he'd bought me some diet coke. He doesn't drink diet coke, but I do, and he realized that he never had any on hand for me, and so he picked some up.That's love.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1142717488975533062006-03-18T16:13:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:57.919-05:00

Well, I got past the pregnancy scare. As soon as I got my period I called The Man and told him so he wouldn't worry any longer than necessary (as if he could possibly worry about it as much as I did) and then we went out to dinner and that was pretty much the end of it.There's part of me that wanted to belabor the event, to talk about it in great detail. There's a part of me that wanted to be

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1141592525773506252006-03-05T15:49:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:57.709-05:00

I'm not pregnant.I was so convinced I was. I even told The Man on Thursday. He was stunned, but supportive. And he told me to try not to worry about it until I actually missed my period, which I had not yet done. And I told him if I wasn't pregnant, there was still something wrong with me because I have had real physical symptoms. I haven't been this edgy since my separation/divorce, and if

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1141177491507677702006-02-28T20:36:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:57.427-05:00

I've convinced myself I'm pregnant. If I'm not, there is definitely something wrong with me.I feel ... not pain ... not pressure ... churning. I feel churning in my abdomen. It's a presence. Not always there, but off and on. And my body temperature is elevated. One of the things women do when they are trying to get pregnant is record their basal body temperature. It goes up slightly when

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1141176921085355282006-02-22T09:24:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:57.038-05:00

Dear Spa Girl:You are such a romantic fool.Here you are, sitting at work, convinced that you are pregnant. You haven't missed your period yet (you started your last period two weeks ago) but you are feeling ... pain? Flutters? Throbbing? in your uterine area, and you've convinced yourself that you got pregnant on Sunday (just three days ago) when you had sex with The Man.Unprotected sex, of

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1139762111179330802006-02-12T11:31:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:56.687-05:00

"Hi, I didn't call too late, did I? I was just thinking about what you said earlier, and we can see each other more often.""What do you mean? I wasn't asking if we could see each other more often, I was just saying that I wished we could - because I enjoy being with you so much. Believe me, honey, I wasn't complaining.""I know, and I enjoy being with you too, but it's just ... I don't know -

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1139078478106341792006-02-04T13:26:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:56.367-05:00

Is it possible? Have I really not posted since Jan 7? Wow.Interestingly enough, Shower Boy (who from here on out will simply be The Man) and continued to grow closer and closer. We haven't talked in any great detail about our foray into "the lifestyle" but I think he'd be willing to do it again. Or not. He's comfortable either way. And I am too. We see each other about twice a week, and we

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1136654755605172962006-01-07T12:22:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:56.028-05:00

We pulled it off.And by we, I mean the collective we - me, Shower Boy and The Host.By the time New Year's Eve rolled around, Shower Boy was excited and his last message to me before coming over to pick me up was "I'm like a school boy, I'm so excited."We didn't spend a lot of time talking about it in advance. The one rule we had was condom usage - if I fucked another man, he needed to use a

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1135823259843739022005-12-28T21:14:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:55.763-05:00

It's going to happen this weekend.I'm taking Shower Boy to The Host's New Year's Eve party.His Black Tie & Lingerie party.A swinger's party.I've been feeling less than satisfied with my physical relationship with Shower Boy, and I'd gotten to the point where I was starting to wonder if I should just move on. I knew that The Host was having a party, and he's contacted me a few times to ask if I

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1134944338883381222005-12-18T16:40:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:55.385-05:00

I had drinks with Peter on Friday, and he told me that he was gearing up to give Veronica the boot. I knew she wouldn't last long - she was just his transitional girl.I called that one right from the start.He fell for her ploys - she's one of those women who will do anything a man asks her to do, anything for her man. And he ate it up. And then he got sick of being with someone who has no

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1131654049509777972005-11-10T15:06:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:54.967-05:00

I had lunch with The Ex today. I don't know why I bother.I've told him repeatedly that I don't see any reason why we can't be friends. That I want him to be happy, and I want to be happy for him. And I do, but ...Every time I have something new and exciting that I want to share (so he can be happy for me) he somehow manages to trump it with his latest and greatest. Two years ago when I

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1131394429377486732005-11-07T15:03:00.000-05:002006-11-13T21:38:54.354-05:00

I guess that's what it's been, judging by the lack of posts here. This blog was my way of getting things off my chest, of dumping conflicting thoughts and emotions somewhere so I could pick through them and try to make sense of things. The lack of dumping is a reflection on the relative tranquility of my life at the moment.Oh, sure, Brad is still lurking out there somewhere. Last I heard from

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1129133663949071422005-10-12T12:11:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:54.073-05:00

That's what Brad said when he called this morning. Couldn't get much out of him other than he had some issues with his male genitalia and he wanted to know if I'd been tested for anything lately. I told him no, and then told him we needed to get together and talk. Initially he settled for Friday, but then he called back and asked if there was any way I could meet him today. He's on his way back

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1129043634436158932005-10-11T11:09:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:53.772-05:00

Had an exhausting, emotional long weekend and came back with a touch of the flu. Sore throat, aches, pains. Lucky for me that Shower Boy is a doctor. Well, at least he was willing to play doctor for me. He tucked me into bed and gave me medicine and kept me warm. Really nice. I don't think The Ex ever took care of me that way. John was good at mothering me when I didn't feel well, but he was

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1128021645110779222005-09-29T15:10:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:53.489-05:00

I'm wiped out. It's been a stressful week. My period was late, and I sent a semi-bitchy email to The Host and ended it saying "BTW, I'm waiting for my period. If you knocked me up I'm gonna be pissed."Did I forget to tell you that I fucked him a few weeks back? Yeah, well it was his 40th birthday, and I wasn't going to stop, but I did, and he was alone, and I didn't think he was going to come

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1127698881740713582005-09-25T21:23:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:53.255-05:00

Last week was a whirlwind; this week promises to be the same.I'm doing some consulting that requires me to travel to the worksite, and even though I'm able to schedule it around other commitments such as my Tues/Thurs pilates class, it's still a huge time drain. Not that I was accomplishing much in my down time, but it was my down time, you know? Now I don't have that luxury and I feel like I'm

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1126209729082112652005-09-08T15:56:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:52.860-05:00

Shower Boy got called for a last minute job yesterday, and off he went on an eight hour round-trip drive. He stopped on his way back into town, just in time to have dinner with me, Peter and Peter's daughter. It was obvious he was exhausted, and he really enjoyed being able to sit down and enjoy a hot home-cooked (thanks to Peter) meal.We went upstairs almost immediately after Peter left and

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1126048302238371002005-09-06T18:02:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:52.513-05:00

Was out of town last week, and on my way back I dropped by to see The Host. I arrived earlier in the afternoon than he anticipated, and he still had some workmen around the house. So it was just a friendly visit. He tried to convince me to come back for dinner, and he asked if I was available this evening. I declined. I kissed him, but I didn't feel anything. It's over.Perhaps because I was

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1125451241695331112005-08-30T21:12:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:52.201-05:00

I took a weekend trip with Shower Boy, and I was a little disappointed in him. We spent the weekend with some of my college friends, and he was really detached and almost anti-social. I just didn't get it. I know he's not the most outgoing guy on the planet, but I thought he'd give it a little more effort.Turns out there was a reason for his stupor. He was going through withdrawal. I knew

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1125056898718619662005-08-26T07:47:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:51.907-05:00

Interesting.I got an email from Blogger Support telling me how to recover my password. I never lost my password. Someone tried to hack my account.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1124935983245767642005-08-24T22:08:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:51.641-05:00

I had dinner with Peter and his daughter tonight. He had emailed me earlier in the day to see if I was free for lunch, but I had spent the night with Shower Boy and didn't get the message until early afternoon. We agreed to have dinner together instead.It was nice catching up with them. Peter has moved into his own apartment - so to speak. I have no idea how much time he actually spends there

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1124814265256024952005-08-23T12:03:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:51.389-05:00

I saw Jim last night.I knew that I would hear from him sometime this month. He tends to be in town more frequently during August, and I usually get at least one call. He was surprised to catch me on the phone, and even more surprised when I said I didn't have any plans and that I would meet him for a drink.He seems to be doing much better than the last time I saw him. Said he's cut way back on

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1124748343164638402005-08-22T18:01:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:51.144-05:00

Lots of random thoughts running through my brain. Don't seem to be accomplishing much of anything, but not overly bothered by it either. I'm content to let life lead me along for now. In the back of my mind I know that I will need to step up soon, but I don't want to jump the gun. This was supposed to be the summer of me, and summer's not over yet.Trying not to put too much pressure on myself

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1124411565745732082005-08-18T20:02:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:50.828-05:00

I just cut The Host loose.And I feel fine.I took Shower Boy with me to that special business lunch today, and we ended up having a nice chat. When I waved at someone across the room, he jokingly said "Hey, no looking at other guys!" and when I challenged the comment, he backed down and said "Okay, you can look at other guys, as long as you're not doing other guys.""Wait a minute," I said "that's

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1124225092232563822005-08-16T16:38:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:50.417-05:00

"That's my pussy. It's mine."So said Shower Boy when we were fooling around earlier this afternoon. I don't know what to make of it. We haven't had any conversations about being exclusive with each other, nor no declarations of everlasting love. It's the closest either one of us has come to expressing any sort of claim on the other.I came back from my trip thinking that I wanted to make the move

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1123512357961666582005-08-08T10:42:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:50.052-05:00

So I’m on this trip, and I’m trying to meet/connect with as many people as I can. I’m traveling alone, and so I welcomed company. Or so I thought.Remember The Lawyer? When we went to New Orleans together, he introduced me to a friend of his. His friend was very appreciative of me, and being giddy in the company of The Lawyer, I played it up and flirted freely. Afterwards, this friend, let’

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1123162957583955292005-08-04T09:40:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:49.788-05:00

I'm feeling fractured.Broken.Not whole.See, I have way too many blogs. And none of them tells the whole story. No where do I have one place to record all of my thought, feelings, conflicts and inner turmoils. I have a generic/regular blog, but it's under a pseudonym and it got to the point where I didn't want to detail my sex life for all the world to see, so I started this blog. But this only

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1122339162020188762005-07-25T20:28:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:49.299-05:00

That was easy.After the disaster that was Saturday night, I spent Sunday afternoon with Shower Boy at his house. I had contemplated having a discussion with him, anticipating that he might ask me what I had done the previous evening. He never did. He simply gathered me in his arms, kissed me hungrily and said "I missed you last night." I said "I missed you too." And I meant it.We spent the

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1122218129758941242005-07-24T11:00:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:48.896-05:00

Where did I leave off?The Host made his indecent proposal, and then followed that up with another one. There is another woman he has been seeing regularly (let's call her Eve), and he suggested that we start doing things as a threesome. We both agreed to the concept, and we were to go to a swinger's party together last night. Except The Host never really looked closely at the directions and

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1120921617350919792005-07-09T10:40:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:48.536-05:00

The Lawyer has been benched. Now pinch hitting - Shower Boy.I was so pleased with the way my trip to New Orleans went. I thought that it was the beginning of something between The Lawyer and I. We managed a phone conversation shortly after our return, and then I didn't speak to him again until June 20. I invited him to a party and I was looking forward to introducing him to my friends. I sent

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1119548075782468322005-06-23T13:18:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:48.140-05:00

This may be disjointed and hard to follow, but eventually I'll get it out.I've seen The Host three times this week. He called me Sunday afternoon, and he was contemplative about certain things in his life. I told him to let me know if he wanted company, and he said he would call me later. And when he did, I went to him. I didn't have anything better to do.I knew that there were other women in

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1119057583293512452005-06-17T20:51:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:47.581-05:00

What a whirlwind.So, I did go to New Orleans with The Lawyer. Had a great time. He was worried about what I would do when he was in his conference sessions, but I wasn't. I wandered around the French Quarter for a few hours each morning, had a late lunch, and then relaxed by the pool and read a book in the afternoon. We were able to go out to dinner together, and we had the best meal ever at

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117941489617302712005-06-04T23:05:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:47.179-05:00

Remember Gym Boy?I hadn't seen him in over a month. I changed my workout routine and I've been going in the morning instead of after work. So imagine my surprise when I saw him walking up my sidewalk at 7:40 this evening. I immediately went to the door to greet him. He was just checking on me, making sure I was okay. He said his daughter was with him, and I told him to bring her in, but he

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117796496623001532005-06-03T06:49:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:46.739-05:00

Yesterday there was a veritable parade of men through my life.The Lawyer spent the night on Wednesday, and as expected, he's already totally smitten. He emailed me his alternate email and his work phone number - so I could get in touch with him at any moment of the day.The Host called me later in the afternoon, saying "I want you." My response? "Who doesn't?" Little did I know how true that

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117631151664142572005-06-01T08:51:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:46.307-05:00

I'm only half waiting to see if I get a message from Brad today. I didn't mention it earlier, but he did manage to squeeze me into his schedule last Friday. Basically he showed up, fucked me, and left. Yeah, that's what a girl wants. He had said he was getting ready for a big out of town trip this week, so maybe he's already gone, or still working to get ready to go.Doesn't matter. I have a

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117413471626570702005-05-29T20:26:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:46.035-05:00

I attended my second swingers party last night, and I'm not sure how I feel today.Of course, it didn't help that I got my period yesterday morning and could not participate. Had I actually had sex last night, this would probably be an entirely different post. Instead, I came away disappointed ... in myself.Like anything new and different in life, there's nothing like the first time. Good or

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117217642004650152005-05-27T14:01:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:45.763-05:00

It's poetic.Now they think that using Viagra might cause vision problems. The Catholics have known this for years. You know, that old wives tale about masturbation causing blindness? The line from the Alanis Morrissette song, "Forgiven"?"My brothers they never went blind for what they did ..."

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117198551210882902005-05-27T08:51:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:45.385-05:00

That Brad really knows how to sweet talk a girl:"I need to taste you, kiss you, and fuck you......."That's how he ended his morning message to me. After saying he couldn't see me today. But maybe Tuesday or Wednesday of next week? Yeah, it's getting old, fast.I don't want to sit around waiting for some man to have time to fit me into his schedule. I don't want The Host to call me only when his

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1117067479772206412005-05-25T20:25:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:45.020-05:00

The rain has turned into a deluge.Still on the hook with The Host. Funny thing - I called him this morning to see if he was going to be able to join me for a function on Friday and he had to decline. So, I went to the little black book to find another date. Left a message for a slightly older man, and when the phone rang, I assumed he was returning my call. I didn't recognize the voice that

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1116849282932815162005-05-23T07:38:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:44.356-05:00

In some ways, I'm not surprised.Met up with The Host Friday night. He was doing a meet and greet with a couple that is interested in attending his next swinger's party, and he asked me to join him. Just to answer their questions, let them know that it can be a pleasant and enjoyable experience.He showed me their photos ahead of time and I thought, "Hmmm, what's she doing with him?" He was very

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1116553590830739452005-05-19T21:44:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:44.067-05:00

Brad asked me that several times during our little out of state jaunt. I think that means he's really pleased with the way our relationship has developed.I jotted down a few notes Tuesday morning, but I don't think I'm going to transcribe them here. My initial impressions seem out out of sorts with my final judgment.I know that I shouldn't get involved with a married man. It just can't end well.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1116171237751485742005-05-15T11:32:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:43.578-05:00

So now instead of sitting around wondering when I'm going to hear from The Host again, I'm sitting around wondering when I'll hear from Brad. Such a fickle bitch I am. Still can't believe he called and left a message on Friday - twice. I emailed him yesterday and am eagerly awaiting his reply, but so far, nothing.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1116112294459916542005-05-14T19:06:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:43.199-05:00

The last 24 hours have been incredible.I agreed to meet the married man, Brad, for an early lunch yesterday. I arrived promptly and he was already there, waiting for me. He greeted me with a big smile and a hug. I knew that this would not be the last time I saw him.Of course, it was a little awkward when Biker Boy walked in. He didn't initially see me, but I said hello and he seemed really

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1115950691900151832005-05-12T22:14:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:42.692-05:00

The draught is over.The Host is back in town and I'm scheduled to rendezvous with him tomorrow. That is, after I have lunch with a married man who contacted me via AFF today.There I was, checking my messages for the first time in a week, and his message popped up. He sounded interesting, and even though I suspected he was married, I responded - and heard back from him within minutes. We must

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1115177185088603132005-05-03T23:16:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:42.060-05:00

The Host is out of town, so I've just had a few brief phone conversations with him over the past week or so. No idea when he's coming back to town. Haven't bothered to ask. Haven't seen Gym Boy in several weeks. Just as well - he fell in love with a woman he met at the laundromat.Hadn't heard from Blogger Boy in a while, and was pleasantly surprised when I came home and found a message from

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1114378156133800522005-04-24T17:14:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:41.749-05:00

I didn't even think I was going to play ball this weekend, and it looks like I'm going to have a double header! Connected with Biker Boy last night. He's the other guy I met from Adult Friend Finder. We'd met for drinks once, and then went out to dinner another time, but just hadn't connected the last three weeks or so. I'd been away, so I thought I'd give him a call. He was actually eager

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1114112710392574152005-04-21T15:42:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:41.329-05:00

Can you believe it? The focus of this post will not be The Host.Instead, I'm going to talk about Blogger Boy. I've continued to correspond with him, and from time to time we've talked on the phone. I hadn't told him anything about The Host - or about Gym Boy. I hadn't talked to him in a while, and we agreed to chat Tuesday night. There's no reason why I should - or shouldn't - have told him

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1113943819985710462005-04-19T16:35:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:41.032-05:00

So after spending Friday night at my place on the 8th, I went to his place on the 9th for that dinner party. He asked me to come early and help with the set-up which I gladly did.The man blew me away. He said the caterer had cancelled on Tuesday, so he had taken it upon himself to do all the shopping and cooking for a dinner party for twelve. Not to mention that this included actually buying

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1113824674090845712005-04-18T07:37:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:40.785-05:00

The Host called me about an hour after I sent the fax. He still wasn't home, so he hadn't actually gotten the fax yet, but he did mention it later and seemed amused by my ingenuity. We agreed to meet at my place at 7:00 later that evening.He was prompt and we walked downtown for a drink. We ended up lingering over two glasses of wine and getting a cheese tray and never left until 10:00. He'd

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1112989513124917422005-04-08T15:43:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:40.430-05:00

I just faxed The Host.Can't get through on his cell phone, and when I tried the landline, the fax machine was connected. So I faxed him a message.Am I really that desperate? Apparently so.

Spa Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007544742693481223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027743.post-1112885197577903402005-04-07T10:36:00.000-04:002006-11-13T21:38:40.110-05:00

So I sent The Host that email on Tuesday and left a brief "call me" message during the day on Wednesday. After work, I went to the gym for my workout with Gym Boy. We ran on the treadmills and then did some abs. He asked if he could come over for dinner and I said yes. Stopped at the grocery store and picked up a steak and then went home to prep dinner while he was still working out with

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Still trying to sort things out.The Host called me at work yesterday morning. Just a brief, "hi, how are you" call that lasted less than two minutes. I sent him an email message:Hey you ...Thanks for your call. I have been thinking about you, and I knew I'd hear from you eventually. I'm still trying to figure you out, you know. I wonder how much of what you tell me is bullshit and bravado, and

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I left The Host around noon on Saturday, with the agreement that he would give me a call later. It was obvious that he selectively answers his cell phone (oh, I didn't tell you - his ex-wife called four times in a row while we were still in bed that morning; to his credit he didn't even look to see who it was until after the fourth call, and then he turned the phone off) and/or turns it off

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That's The Host's understated way of saying he's having a good time.Managed to connect with him yesterday morning and we agreed to meet last night after I had dinner with a few girlfriends. I was just freshening up around 8:30 when my cell phone rang. He was getting antsy. Was I still planning on meeting him? We hadn't specified a time, I simply said I'd call him when I was done with dinner

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I hate it when work gets in the way of my personal life.I went to the city today for some seminars, and I never checked my voice mail. The Host called, wondering if I wanted to get together later - meaning he's flying back into town. Today. And he left two messages for me at home too. Seven hours ago. I just got home and listened to all the messages and tried calling him, but got his

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I really should be a soap opera writer. I just can't believe that this is really happening to me. My life is like a bad sitcom.Let's see ... spent the weekend with my family. Lots of normalcy. Gym Boy called me while I was at my parents house and wanted to have phone sex. He's so like John, it's not even funny. I'm going to have a hard time getting rid of him. He's like a puppy that

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Called The Host this morning - my first attempt at initiating contact with him. Got his voicemail and left a message. No response as of yet. I just can't stop thinking that there is something there ... my friend R expressed it perfectly when thanking me for introducing him to his current paramour:"...when someone comes along that you instantly connect with, you can't let that get in the way,

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I must be secreting pheromones.Because I keep attracting men. First, The Host. Now Gym Boy.I have been going to this gym pretty regularly for the past year. On Sunday, as I'm finishing up with some crunches, this guy comes up to me and starts chatting. Offers to show me a couple of different pieces of equipment. I'm pretty sure he's hitting on me, but I play along like it's just all about

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I could see it in her eyes and on her face. She thinks I'm letting myself get carried away, swept up in the moment, and she's concerned. Now that I look at the calendar, I realize she has a point. I met The Host just 10 days ago. At a swingers party (but she doesn't know that). In the days that have passed he and I have exchanged a handful of email messages, we have had five telephone

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After the party, and even after Tuesday afternoon, I found myself wondering if The Host was feeling as strongly about me as I felt about him.I think he is.He called me at work Thursday afternoon, and again this afternoon. Okay, maybe I'm reading too much into it, but he didn't have to call me. And notice that he called me. I have purposely resisted the urge to call him. I want to be pursued

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Traded a few email messages with The Host the day after the party, and heard from two couples who I didn't engage with that evening but who would like to party with me some other time. Also heard from the Russian, but was uncomfortable with what he was suggesting which was a one-on-one meeting - not good form, from what I gather about the swingers lifestyle. The intent is to only "play" together

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Note: All names have been changed.It was nothing like I imagined it would be, and everything like I wanted it to be.All week leading up to last night’s swinger’s sex party, I envisioned what I thought it would be like. I knew that it wouldn’t be a bunch of naked bodies writhing around on the floor; The Host had promised that would not be the case. But I knew that there would be group sex, and

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