Journal sm62704's Journal: I need to stop drinking 10
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Ralph had gotten out of the hospital, and his daughters had forbidden visitors. They were paying Charlie, Linda, and Tami to take care of him. I was a bit sad that I couldn't visit the old guy; I was afraid I'd never see him alive again, let alone drink with him. And his daughter wasn't the least bit nice, talking about all the people who had been taking advantage of him, as if I was one of them. The old bastards owes ME money, for chrissakes! I wondered how my old friend could have raised his daughters to be such bitches.
Annie showed up again a couple days later. She'd only stayed home at her boyfriend's for a day, she said, and they fought and she left. She'd been in town a few days, and tomorrow was her birthday.
She conceded that right before her birthday was a stupid time to leave. And she had left her antidepressants home and was suicidal. Another stupid thing!
"That's not the worst, though," she said. "I called him drunk the other night and told him if he didn't come get me I was going to go find me some dick."
I took her to the drug store and paid for her presecription, and told her "happy birthday". Then I took her to Top Cat's for dinner, and Felbers for drinks. She spent the night.
The next day our friend Sam called up. It's funny, but I never knew a single girl with a "guys name" (except for the androgynous names, like "Pat") and now I know two, Charlie and Samantha. Charlie doesn't like Sam any more than she likes Annie; women generally don't like prostitutes for some strange reason. Maybe it's because they know deep down in their hearts that all women are whores, one way or another, and the pros make them realise that fact.
Sam had some pot, and I had some beer, and although Annie generally doesn't smoke pot we got her loaded. Wasted. Absolutely trashed! I put on the "My Name Is Earl" DVD and played the episode "Our Cops is on", and Annie had tears streaming down her face she was laughing so hard. Sam just got goofy.
The two of them drifted down the street, and I went to pick up Linda, who I'd promised to take to D'Arcy's. And then Tami stabbed me through the heart with Linda's tongue. I'm not sure if Linda meant to hurt; she denied the intent. But hurt she did; painfully and cruelly.
"So anyway, Tami and me were at the Blue Grouch last night and this guy's flirting with her, and then stopped flirting with her and started flirting with me but I didn't like the guy. I didn't want nothin' to do with him. So the asshole calls me up the next day" (not mentioning how he got her number, one of the two women must have given it to him) "...and I told him I wasn't interested.
"So Tami says 'call him back! I'm horny' and he didn't want nothin' to do with her!
"What's wrong?"
Women are evil. I didn't take her to the bar as I'd planned; I just took her home, castigating her. "For god's sake, woman, you know that bothers me. I can't even hire a hooker I'm such a fucking loser, a fat ugly bitch that can't get laid herself doesn't even want me!"
"You want to get laid?" she said. "I'll fuck you."
I wasn't in the mood. I took her home to Ralph's. Later that night Tami called, drunk, tring to regale me with tales of...
She regaled me not; I hung up on her. Several times. The woman had broken my heart, and all of these asshole bitches seemed to delight in my pain. Some friends they were.
The next day was Sunday, and I finally got around to opening up the two computers. The one I'd gotten from Tami was hacked decidedly amateurishly, as the hard drive was just laying there, unsecured. It looked like the drive bay had been removed from the Dell entirely.
I decided that swapping power supplies would wait another day, and removed the drives from my computer to put in the older box - and discovered that the Dell had a power defecit of its own. There was only one one power plug for a drive! I'll have to stop by Radio Shack or somewhere and get a drive power splitter, or just hack one out of the dead power supply from the home brewed box.
Charlie called, I had promised her ice cream the day before. I went by Ralphs and took her to Dairy Queen. Then we went to my house and drank beer.
I got decidedly drunk, dropped her off at another friend of hers who had some medical thing or other they needed fro Ralph, and went home.
Kay called, and I picked her up.
I think I'll stop drinking, because my memory of the rest of the evening is hazy. I remember sitting on the porch swing cuddling. If I committed adultery, I don't remember it.
I'll have to ask her.
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That would suck (Score:2)
if you got laid and didn't remember it.
On prostitutes, I've never been with one, but lately I've had this burning desire to, and I can't figure out why.
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Dude, you're married, stick with your wife. Sex with someone you love is infinitely better than buying sex. Hookers are better than masturbation, but are no match for a relationship. I'd trade all the hookers I know for one woman that was in love with me and could be faithful.
Plus, unless someone you trust introduces you to a hooker you run the risk of being arrested for soliciting. And if you find one that isn't really a cop in disguise, you still run the risk of disease (condoms aren't 100%).
I forgot to m
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Sex with someone you love is infinitely better than buying sex.
I may be aware of that, but I don't know that. It's just like my kids. I can tell them 100 times is in their best interest not to do something, but they're gonna try it, anyway. Of course, after getting burned, they don't do it again, but would they ever admit or even realize that they could have learned from someone else's mistakes?
And anyway, how can I be so sure? Why should someone whose job is to have sex be worse than someone who does it as a hobby? I mean, I'm a hell of a lot better of a landlord
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And anyway, how can I be so sure? Why should someone whose job is to have sex be worse than someone who does it as a hobby? I mean, I'm a hell of a lot better of a landlord than your average hobbyist landlord.
Those sayings at the bottom of slashdot's page nailed it once: "Sex is the only profession where the amateur is more highly respected then the professional". She's only doing it for the money, and pros vary widely in professionalism, experience, and competence (as well as vagina size). The cost is no w
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"Sex is the only profession where the amateur is more highly respected then the professional". She's only doing it for the money, and pros vary widely in professionalism, experience, and competence (as well as vagina size).
I dunno, I'm only landlording for the money. It certainly ain't because I enjoy chasing after deadbeats.
but she gets up to $300 from some guys
This ridiculous. The Springfield market must be absurd, then. Around here, you can get a top-quality escort for $300 right out of the yellow pages. Beyond that is just being stupid. Look how much the former governor Spitzer spent on that psychotic bitch who was supposedly high-class?
At any rate, I've been "wanting to do this" for years now, so it's not like there's any type of imminent danger.
Snake, otoh, is the worst sex I ever had. Masturbation is better!
The say
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Some heat what's hot and some sound firm thigh, Would she care to fool around?
Just want dessert, I won't remember her name, 'Cause you get your fun and the whore don't complain.
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Adultry (Score:1)
You can't commit adultry if you aren't married.
You just fornicated.
The married person who you fornicated with committed adultry. (if such fornication occured)
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i like how i misspeleled it 3 times...
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I saw your post and thought GREAT! Adultery is one of the big ten sins but forication isn't. So I looked up the definition [reference.com] in the dictionary, and it looks like if I bang Tami or Kay I'm still committing adultery.
The definition appears to say that the act itself is the adultery. So I looked up adulterer [reference.com] and it appears that you can indeed be a single adulterer
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well it's good I spelled it wrong then...