I started feeling better on Saturday & continued feeling better all of Sunday through most of Monday. Monday early evening, I started feeling worse so I call the doctor's office. I leave a mesage on the voicemail at the nurse's station. One & half hours later I call again. As I'm leaving a message, Dr. Hottie is calling me at home. I hang up my cell too late but get the message on the answering machine. I call again & get a hold the hot doc.
I explained that on Saturday & Sunday I was feeling better but that day, Monday, I start going down hill health wise. He said that once we got off the phone, he'd call in a new prescription then call me back. Three minutes go by & Dr. Hottie calls me back to tell me the prescription has been called in. I thank him & we get off the phone.
I go upstairs to change, grab my keys & wallet. Half way out the door, my dad asks me where the fire is. I told him that McHottie called my pharmacy with a new antibiotic. My dad isn't the type to tell me what to do since I'm legally an adult but him knowing how miserable I feel, he told me to go to bed while he goes to pick up my antibiotic & Mom finishes cooking dinner. As soon as I'm stretched out on my bed, I'm asleep.
After being woken up after what feels like 5 minutes, more like an hour, I have dinner, take my new med & go back to bed. I wake myself up at 4 am due to coughing. I go downstairs, pour myself a glass of apple juice, I take my med & a Mucinex DM, the maximum strength to finally going back to bed.
I couldn't fall back asleep right away but was asleep by the time my parents left for work. I woke up around 11 am EST, let the dogs out, made lunch & took my antibiotic, let the dogs in, showered & dusted. by the time I was tired.
I rested for the remainder of the afternoon, chilling with the dogs & cat. I started the prep work for dinner, handed over the rest to my parents & fell asleep on the couch. I was SO tired, they weren't able to wake me. By the time I woke up, they had dinner, cleaned up & went to bed. I made myself an amazing pb&j sandwich, took my medicine with a tall glass of milk.
Now here I am to tell you, my dear readers, that I haven't seen a Luscious Man since my doctor's appointment last week. For 7 whole days, I did NOT see a Luscious Man. Not seeing a Luscious Man for that long makes me more miserable than being sick for 2 weeks.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Luscious Men: Not one in sight
Dear Readers,
I'm too sick & miserable today. I won't be venturing outside since I look terrible. No amount of make up nor how good I may look in a sexy or cute outfit, the Luscious Men will turn around screaming & running for their mothers.
Have a good day!
I'm too sick & miserable today. I won't be venturing outside since I look terrible. No amount of make up nor how good I may look in a sexy or cute outfit, the Luscious Men will turn around screaming & running for their mothers.
Have a good day!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Luscious Men: A Sick Day pt. 2
The doctor leaves to write a prescription for antibiotics & asthma medications. I take this time to change. As soon as I'm done, the nurse comes back in. She's carrying supplies to take a sampe of my blood to be sent out to be tested. She preps my arm to take my blood. After cleaning the area, she jams the needle into my vein hard. I yelped. Dr. Hottie storms in to find out what happened. The nurse said that I yelped because I'm dehydrated. I told Dr. Hottie that I've been keeping myself hydrated all day knowing a vial's worth of blood would be taken. He stayed in the exam room to make sure that the nurse wouldn't cause me more pain. Less than 30 seconds later she was done & off I went back to the receptionist. I paid my bill then sped over to the pharmacy.
I get to the pharmacy to get my antibiotic filled. Had to wait 1/2 an hour to get it filled. I finally pick up & pay for my prescription.
After being gone from my house close to 5 hours, I was tired. I took care of the dogs then took my medicine.
I went to bed. My parents made dinner, woke me up, ate dinner, I cleaned up & I started writing this. Now that I'm done, I'm going back to bed.
I get to the pharmacy to get my antibiotic filled. Had to wait 1/2 an hour to get it filled. I finally pick up & pay for my prescription.
After being gone from my house close to 5 hours, I was tired. I took care of the dogs then took my medicine.
I went to bed. My parents made dinner, woke me up, ate dinner, I cleaned up & I started writing this. Now that I'm done, I'm going back to bed.
Luscious Men: A Sick Day pt. 1
Yesterday morning I'd called the doctor's office to make an appointment for today for an office visit & get tested for Lyme's. To be honest, I really didn't want to go. Why? I'm uninsured & can't always afford going to the doctors or even pay for medications.
I keep the appointment & arrive 10 minutes early so I could update my file. After filling out what feels like 1,000 pages I return the paperwork. I waited for almost 35 minutes PAST my appointment before I go to the receptionist. At this point, I'm miserable. My cold had gotten worse - my nose was dripping uncontrollably & my eyes were red & puffy.
After sitting back down, I wait another minute before I get called. The nurse does her thing of checking my pulse, temperature, etc. I do my best to NOT breathe on her since I wasn't sure if I had a cold or a sinus infection. She leaves & in walks the doctor. Holy shit! He looked JUST like my neighbor's hottie of a nephew, Matt. The good doc & Matt are NOT related. Oh well.....at least my doc is still pretty damn luscious!
In order to check my asthma, I had to change into one of those ugly gowns. The doc didn't leave while I changed so he ended up getting a good look at my 40 D chest. His eyes got as big as saucers, I shot him a dirty look.
He checked my lungs to see if my asthma is under control - which it is. He did mention he heard a little chest congestion. So he checked my ears...my right ear is fine but my left is a little red & inflamed - early stages of an ear infection then proceeded to my throat - a little red. He finally checks my nose. Both nasal passages are red, inflamed & showed that I had a full blown sinus infection. Freaking great.
I keep the appointment & arrive 10 minutes early so I could update my file. After filling out what feels like 1,000 pages I return the paperwork. I waited for almost 35 minutes PAST my appointment before I go to the receptionist. At this point, I'm miserable. My cold had gotten worse - my nose was dripping uncontrollably & my eyes were red & puffy.
After sitting back down, I wait another minute before I get called. The nurse does her thing of checking my pulse, temperature, etc. I do my best to NOT breathe on her since I wasn't sure if I had a cold or a sinus infection. She leaves & in walks the doctor. Holy shit! He looked JUST like my neighbor's hottie of a nephew, Matt. The good doc & Matt are NOT related. Oh well.....at least my doc is still pretty damn luscious!
In order to check my asthma, I had to change into one of those ugly gowns. The doc didn't leave while I changed so he ended up getting a good look at my 40 D chest. His eyes got as big as saucers, I shot him a dirty look.
He checked my lungs to see if my asthma is under control - which it is. He did mention he heard a little chest congestion. So he checked my ears...my right ear is fine but my left is a little red & inflamed - early stages of an ear infection then proceeded to my throat - a little red. He finally checks my nose. Both nasal passages are red, inflamed & showed that I had a full blown sinus infection. Freaking great.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Luscious Men: A Dog's Tail
So I was dog & house sitting for my friends this weekend. I don't mind dog or house sitting but I'd prefer a house with central air. I'm just saying.
Friday evening was going well with the dog so I take her on a walk. We're minding our business walking on the main street in town when up walks 3 men. They stand well over 6 feet tall, all muscular as all get out & very intimidating. I get a little uneasy & try to pass, all unnoticing the dog until she starts barking. They see that she's a pit bull & bull dog mix. The book it out of there like a bat out of hell.
After they left, I was approached by 2 very drunk guys who were eyeing the dog. They were asking me to go to the local bar down the street. I said no. They told me to take the dog into the bar with me. I said no again & left - heading in the opposite direction of the house so they wouldn't follow me then took a dark alley to cut back to the house. Once getting to the house, I sighed with relief.
Saturday with the dog & house was pretty uneventful until last night. After taking the dog for a walk & for her to do her "business" we go back into the house to call it a night.
The dog is locked in the kitchen (I'm allergic to pets with dander), I go upstairs to brush my teeth, take out my contacts, read a little bit on my ePad & text my best friend.
All of a sudden, I hear the dog barking & the front door. I was mentally going through what I did downstairs before going up. The sliding door was locked as well as the front door.
The light downstairs gets turned on & the dog stops barking. I grab my purse, my ePad, it's charger, my cell & it's charger to make my way to hide in the closet.
I call the cops, explaining that I'm house sitting & the ONLY one in posession of the house key.....I tell the dispater that I think the front door is open & that there's a pit bull - bull dog mix inside the house & that I'm hiding in the closet in the last bedroom.
The cops are at the house in less than 3 minutes. They announce that they're there. While I'm in the closet the handcuff the person that broke in & they come get me out of the closet. They tell me that the person who picked the lock "claimed" that he & his wife rent the house and want me to identify who the person is.
I agree. I put on my glasses & go downstairs with the one cop. I said to the cops that it IS my friend who rents the house with his wife. Appearently his phone died on his drive back to get his wallet so he couldn't call me to ask me to unlock the door.
He gets released from handcuffs & grabs his wallet that was wedged between a chair & the wall. The cops leave & my friend is profusely apologizing for scaring the hell out of me. I tell him not to worry. He's on his way back to the campground 25 minutes away.
Before going to bed, I call my best friend to let him know that all is ok.
I'm sad to say that I did NOT come across any luscious men....even with the cops. Hopefully, I'll have a better opportunity this week.
Friday evening was going well with the dog so I take her on a walk. We're minding our business walking on the main street in town when up walks 3 men. They stand well over 6 feet tall, all muscular as all get out & very intimidating. I get a little uneasy & try to pass, all unnoticing the dog until she starts barking. They see that she's a pit bull & bull dog mix. The book it out of there like a bat out of hell.
After they left, I was approached by 2 very drunk guys who were eyeing the dog. They were asking me to go to the local bar down the street. I said no. They told me to take the dog into the bar with me. I said no again & left - heading in the opposite direction of the house so they wouldn't follow me then took a dark alley to cut back to the house. Once getting to the house, I sighed with relief.
Saturday with the dog & house was pretty uneventful until last night. After taking the dog for a walk & for her to do her "business" we go back into the house to call it a night.
The dog is locked in the kitchen (I'm allergic to pets with dander), I go upstairs to brush my teeth, take out my contacts, read a little bit on my ePad & text my best friend.
All of a sudden, I hear the dog barking & the front door. I was mentally going through what I did downstairs before going up. The sliding door was locked as well as the front door.
The light downstairs gets turned on & the dog stops barking. I grab my purse, my ePad, it's charger, my cell & it's charger to make my way to hide in the closet.
I call the cops, explaining that I'm house sitting & the ONLY one in posession of the house key.....I tell the dispater that I think the front door is open & that there's a pit bull - bull dog mix inside the house & that I'm hiding in the closet in the last bedroom.
The cops are at the house in less than 3 minutes. They announce that they're there. While I'm in the closet the handcuff the person that broke in & they come get me out of the closet. They tell me that the person who picked the lock "claimed" that he & his wife rent the house and want me to identify who the person is.
I agree. I put on my glasses & go downstairs with the one cop. I said to the cops that it IS my friend who rents the house with his wife. Appearently his phone died on his drive back to get his wallet so he couldn't call me to ask me to unlock the door.
He gets released from handcuffs & grabs his wallet that was wedged between a chair & the wall. The cops leave & my friend is profusely apologizing for scaring the hell out of me. I tell him not to worry. He's on his way back to the campground 25 minutes away.
Before going to bed, I call my best friend to let him know that all is ok.
I'm sad to say that I did NOT come across any luscious men....even with the cops. Hopefully, I'll have a better opportunity this week.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Luscious Men: A Shopping Story.
Every woman loves to shop one way or another. Me? Generally, I could take it or leave it. I do the grocery shopping since I still live at home (kinda sad, isn't it?) & I occasionally go shopping for clothes but not often since it's hard to find clothes that fit my shape. Imagine a pear shaped woman who stands 5 ft tall. That woman is me. The petite section at most stores carry cute clothes for elderly ladies but not for me
Made sure I had a savings pass & my credit card in my wallet before I booked it out of the house. Once I got there & parked my car, I sullenly skipped over to the entrance...OK, in reality, I felt like I was walking to my death....a room full of clowns. I have a weird fear of clowns ever since at the young age of 9 I saw the movie "It" based off of the Stephen King novel about clowns. I have NO desire to read the book. I digress.
So, I walk inside & I see one of the most "luscious men" I've seen all week. He definitely wasn't at Matt's caliber of lusciousness but pretty damn close to it. He had the aura of the Brawny spokesmen (outdoor ruggedness), had Kellen Lutz's physique (he is most famous for playing a Cullen in the "Twilight" series) & the complexion/face of a young Frankie "Blue Eyes"....that's Frank Sinatra to those who didn't know that.
Let the drool begin!!! As I stood there blocking one of the entrances, drooling, Mr Luscious Man walks over to greet me. I see that he's wearing a name tag for the store that I'm in. I notice that he's the new manager there. My mind began to think: "If he can read my mind, he'd know to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, carry me to his office & have his way with me ALL night!". Shame he didn't have the mind reading ability....plus his wife wouldn't appreciate me stealing her husband for the night. I DO NOT SLEEP WITH MEN WHO ARE IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP....that's a big no - no.
After saying: "Welcome to XXXXXX. Hope you find everything, if not, find me & I'll be more than happy to assist you!". Care to assist me by divorcing your wife & make me your NEW wife? No? OK, fine. Your loss".
I go about my shopping, hitting the clearance racks. I love a good deal. I grabbed enough clothes to fill 5 mesh bags! I was gonna be trapped in the dressing room for a solid 3 hours. I feel my migraine coming back just thinking about it. Out of those 5 bags, I decided on two tops.
I then hoofed it to the shoe department. What woman doesn't love shoes? I look & look for shoes that I'd like. But I don't really see anything I like. I have enough sneakers, stilettos, flats, slippers, etc. Mr Luscious comes over to me with a shoe box with a pair of wedges that he thought I'd like. He asked: "You wear a size 7, correct?". I smiled & said yes! This man was fulfilling my shoe fantasy minus the fact that he's married.
I open the box & see the MOST perfect pair of wedges I swear were made just for me. The wedge section is made out of cork, covered in rope, the fabric covering the heel is canvas & the section that covers the toes is blue & off white. I put them on & tie the laces partially up my ankles. I stand up & about to take my first step. I began to topple but Mr Luscious reaches out both arms to catch me. I feign embarassment & apologize for my "clumsiness". I decide to take the shoes. I take them off & switch to my sandals which are safer for me to wear around Mr Luscious. I head on over to the cashier to pay for my loot. As I'm finishing up my purchase & forget the 15% savings, Mr Luscious pops over & said to the cashier to give me a 30% savings for my "loyal" shopping since I am an "old friend of the family's". I roll my eyes & thank Mr Luscious, barely able to recall & say his name. After he left, the cashier said: "He's a married man. I haven't seen him look at his wife the way that he looks at you. He's got it BAD for you! What spell did you use on him?". I replied that I used my Italian charms on the fool & he will NEVER get over me. She smile & laughed. I was on my way home, with the satisfaction knowing that I still have my looks to make a man, married nonetheless, look at me with desire.
Have a good evening, readers!
Love,
Deppgrl
Made sure I had a savings pass & my credit card in my wallet before I booked it out of the house. Once I got there & parked my car, I sullenly skipped over to the entrance...OK, in reality, I felt like I was walking to my death....a room full of clowns. I have a weird fear of clowns ever since at the young age of 9 I saw the movie "It" based off of the Stephen King novel about clowns. I have NO desire to read the book. I digress.
So, I walk inside & I see one of the most "luscious men" I've seen all week. He definitely wasn't at Matt's caliber of lusciousness but pretty damn close to it. He had the aura of the Brawny spokesmen (outdoor ruggedness), had Kellen Lutz's physique (he is most famous for playing a Cullen in the "Twilight" series) & the complexion/face of a young Frankie "Blue Eyes"....that's Frank Sinatra to those who didn't know that.
Let the drool begin!!! As I stood there blocking one of the entrances, drooling, Mr Luscious Man walks over to greet me. I see that he's wearing a name tag for the store that I'm in. I notice that he's the new manager there. My mind began to think: "If he can read my mind, he'd know to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, carry me to his office & have his way with me ALL night!". Shame he didn't have the mind reading ability....plus his wife wouldn't appreciate me stealing her husband for the night. I DO NOT SLEEP WITH MEN WHO ARE IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP....that's a big no - no.
After saying: "Welcome to XXXXXX. Hope you find everything, if not, find me & I'll be more than happy to assist you!". Care to assist me by divorcing your wife & make me your NEW wife? No? OK, fine. Your loss".
I go about my shopping, hitting the clearance racks. I love a good deal. I grabbed enough clothes to fill 5 mesh bags! I was gonna be trapped in the dressing room for a solid 3 hours. I feel my migraine coming back just thinking about it. Out of those 5 bags, I decided on two tops.
I then hoofed it to the shoe department. What woman doesn't love shoes? I look & look for shoes that I'd like. But I don't really see anything I like. I have enough sneakers, stilettos, flats, slippers, etc. Mr Luscious comes over to me with a shoe box with a pair of wedges that he thought I'd like. He asked: "You wear a size 7, correct?". I smiled & said yes! This man was fulfilling my shoe fantasy minus the fact that he's married.
I open the box & see the MOST perfect pair of wedges I swear were made just for me. The wedge section is made out of cork, covered in rope, the fabric covering the heel is canvas & the section that covers the toes is blue & off white. I put them on & tie the laces partially up my ankles. I stand up & about to take my first step. I began to topple but Mr Luscious reaches out both arms to catch me. I feign embarassment & apologize for my "clumsiness". I decide to take the shoes. I take them off & switch to my sandals which are safer for me to wear around Mr Luscious. I head on over to the cashier to pay for my loot. As I'm finishing up my purchase & forget the 15% savings, Mr Luscious pops over & said to the cashier to give me a 30% savings for my "loyal" shopping since I am an "old friend of the family's". I roll my eyes & thank Mr Luscious, barely able to recall & say his name. After he left, the cashier said: "He's a married man. I haven't seen him look at his wife the way that he looks at you. He's got it BAD for you! What spell did you use on him?". I replied that I used my Italian charms on the fool & he will NEVER get over me. She smile & laughed. I was on my way home, with the satisfaction knowing that I still have my looks to make a man, married nonetheless, look at me with desire.
Have a good evening, readers!
Love,
Deppgrl
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Luscious Men: A Cop's Story pt 2
But due to being called into work on a case, it didn't happen that night, much to our dissapointment.
I can't always make it out every Sunday night because sometimes the family that I'm a nanny for requires me to work Sunday nights in a state 20 minutes from me (I live close to the border of 2 states, Taye lives & works closer to the church an hour in the opposite direction ofthe border of the 2 states).
So for the past 3 months (almost) I've been drooling, proverbily speaking, to be "with" this luscious man. We do text & call to figure out when to figure out when to hook up. Honestly? I've been wondering what it's like to sleep with this guy. Once it happens, I'm half tempted to share with my readers if the experience was good or bad. Dear readers, should i share if it was a good or bad experience?
Deppgrl
I can't always make it out every Sunday night because sometimes the family that I'm a nanny for requires me to work Sunday nights in a state 20 minutes from me (I live close to the border of 2 states, Taye lives & works closer to the church an hour in the opposite direction ofthe border of the 2 states).
So for the past 3 months (almost) I've been drooling, proverbily speaking, to be "with" this luscious man. We do text & call to figure out when to figure out when to hook up. Honestly? I've been wondering what it's like to sleep with this guy. Once it happens, I'm half tempted to share with my readers if the experience was good or bad. Dear readers, should i share if it was a good or bad experience?
Deppgrl
Luscious Men: A Cop's Story pt 1
I honestly wish I could say the stuff that happens in my life gets exaggerated....but I can't say that at all. For instance, my male best friend is my ex - boyfriend who cheated on me with his ex - girlfriend & they have 3 year old daughter. Another crazy thing....when I USED to have 1 night stands, it'd take me 3 to 5 minutes to pick out a guy, lay out the plan, pick a location, pick a time & agree to leave seperately. The crazy thing is that I was supposed to have a one night stand with a cop I'd met that night one Sunday night before Easter 2012 but unfortunately it didn't work out & still trying to arrange our hectic schedules for that hook up.
This is the story of "Taye" - name has been changed. Taye is a 36 year old detective in a police department approximately an hour from where I live. I'd been attending church Sunday nights due to the fact that I can't always go in the morning. Over the past 18 months, I'd seen Taye work as "security" a few weeks every 2 1/2 months.
Most recently, I'd seen Taye from February to March 2012. We'd talk, bull shit, began to trust each other & became friends, eventually exchanging number.
Oh my! I almost forgot to describe this luscious man. He's 5 ft 3 inches tall (just a mere 3 inches taller than me), muscular, African American, perfectly white teeth, amazing smile, great butt & pretty damn smart.
Anyways, back to the always rescheduling one night stand. So the one night stand was take place the Sunday before Easter.
This is the story of "Taye" - name has been changed. Taye is a 36 year old detective in a police department approximately an hour from where I live. I'd been attending church Sunday nights due to the fact that I can't always go in the morning. Over the past 18 months, I'd seen Taye work as "security" a few weeks every 2 1/2 months.
Most recently, I'd seen Taye from February to March 2012. We'd talk, bull shit, began to trust each other & became friends, eventually exchanging number.
Oh my! I almost forgot to describe this luscious man. He's 5 ft 3 inches tall (just a mere 3 inches taller than me), muscular, African American, perfectly white teeth, amazing smile, great butt & pretty damn smart.
Anyways, back to the always rescheduling one night stand. So the one night stand was take place the Sunday before Easter.
Lack of power equals luscious men
Lucky me today. It's up to 99 degrees today & of course I lose power. So not happy about that. I kept the windows closed to keep the cold air in from the AC inside to keep both the dogs & I comfortable.
Anyways, I called the electric company to report the loss of power.
Please keep in mind that I have a thing for guys in uniform (especially cops & firemen). Anyways, the crew came over to look at the power box thingy attached to the power lines. At the time, I couldn't see 18 inches in front of me so I put in my contacts (I'm near sighted). I got a little dolled up by putting on make up, put on nice shorts & sexy shirt that shows of my tan from going to the beach close to 2 weeks ago.
So glad I got dolled up a bit! Like I said in my blog last night, I usually go for the nerdy guys. The guys up in the cherry picker (the basket thingy that gets elevated to check wires & those power box thingy) reminded me of the Brawny Man for Brawny paper towels - they definitely were the rugged outdoorsmen who camp with no gear & hunt. They weren't as tall as the hot as all hell math teacher & wrestling coach, Matt, but they were definitely much taller than my diminuitive height of 5 ft tall.
Considering that it's a whopping 99 degrees here in some areas on the East Coast, those guys were hot....and I don't mean in just appearences. Being the Italian woman that I am, I brought the crew bottles of cold water & offered to make them lunch. They accepted the offer & made them my specialty....massive sandwiches. The 3 crew guys all got double decker ham, salami, roast beef, turkey, cheese, lettuce & tomato sandwiches that had a spritzing of home made Italian vinegarrete dressing.
After finishing lunch, unbuttoning their pants & loosening their belts from their too big sandwiches I fed them, they finished the job within moments of stepping back outside. They came back to let me know & to see if I had power back. I checked & my power DID come back!
As 2 of the guys left, the one remaining on my front porch gave me his cell phone number. I smiled & thanked him but returned the personal business car back saying "You're a married man & I absolutely REFUSE to be the "other" woman. I have high standards & will NOT lower them due to you thinking with the wrong head!".
He turned beet red and stormed off to the waiting truck. The other 2 guys smiled and waved as the one I shot down glared at me.
Wow. It's not even 3 pm & I was already face to face 3 luscious guys in ONE day.
I wonder what will happen tomorrow! As always, I'll keep you posted!!!
Love always,
Deppgrl
Anyways, I called the electric company to report the loss of power.
Please keep in mind that I have a thing for guys in uniform (especially cops & firemen). Anyways, the crew came over to look at the power box thingy attached to the power lines. At the time, I couldn't see 18 inches in front of me so I put in my contacts (I'm near sighted). I got a little dolled up by putting on make up, put on nice shorts & sexy shirt that shows of my tan from going to the beach close to 2 weeks ago.
So glad I got dolled up a bit! Like I said in my blog last night, I usually go for the nerdy guys. The guys up in the cherry picker (the basket thingy that gets elevated to check wires & those power box thingy) reminded me of the Brawny Man for Brawny paper towels - they definitely were the rugged outdoorsmen who camp with no gear & hunt. They weren't as tall as the hot as all hell math teacher & wrestling coach, Matt, but they were definitely much taller than my diminuitive height of 5 ft tall.
Considering that it's a whopping 99 degrees here in some areas on the East Coast, those guys were hot....and I don't mean in just appearences. Being the Italian woman that I am, I brought the crew bottles of cold water & offered to make them lunch. They accepted the offer & made them my specialty....massive sandwiches. The 3 crew guys all got double decker ham, salami, roast beef, turkey, cheese, lettuce & tomato sandwiches that had a spritzing of home made Italian vinegarrete dressing.
After finishing lunch, unbuttoning their pants & loosening their belts from their too big sandwiches I fed them, they finished the job within moments of stepping back outside. They came back to let me know & to see if I had power back. I checked & my power DID come back!
As 2 of the guys left, the one remaining on my front porch gave me his cell phone number. I smiled & thanked him but returned the personal business car back saying "You're a married man & I absolutely REFUSE to be the "other" woman. I have high standards & will NOT lower them due to you thinking with the wrong head!".
He turned beet red and stormed off to the waiting truck. The other 2 guys smiled and waved as the one I shot down glared at me.
Wow. It's not even 3 pm & I was already face to face 3 luscious guys in ONE day.
I wonder what will happen tomorrow! As always, I'll keep you posted!!!
Love always,
Deppgrl
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Luscious Men Day 1 Part 2
I'm grateful that I didn't bring him the bottle of water. I would've made the biggest fool out of myself. Why's that? Great question, dear reader. I would've been UNable to sound intelligent & I know that I'm NOT Matt's type....he goes for the tall, leggy, anorexic looking girls....not the type that I am....fun, family & friend loving, kinda nerdy, I'm a great wingman to both my male & female friends, I enjoy laughing even if it's at my own expense & would rather drink beer or Jack & Coke instead of fruity "girly" drinks his "dates" drink.
When I go to bed tonight, I'll go to bed knowing that a "luscious" man made my day by make me drool, proverbially speaking, and made me one happy woman....appreciating the male body of my next door neighbor's 27 year old nephew.
I'm looking forward to my next experience with a luscious man.
I'll keep you posted.
Love,
Deppgrl
When I go to bed tonight, I'll go to bed knowing that a "luscious" man made my day by make me drool, proverbially speaking, and made me one happy woman....appreciating the male body of my next door neighbor's 27 year old nephew.
I'm looking forward to my next experience with a luscious man.
I'll keep you posted.
Love,
Deppgrl
Luscious Men Day 1 part 1
Luscious Men. *le sigh* By no means am I trying to disrespect men in any way, shape or form. As any female, I appreciate & love the men in my life - my (biological) brother, my nephew, my uncles, cousins, friends that I consider as my brother/s.
I'm blogging about men that women would "drool" over.....not just their bodies but their brains as well.
The first "luscious" man I'm discussing is "Matt" - his name has been changed. I met Matt during the spring semester of 2006. I was splitting time between my community college earning my Associates, working and starting my Bachelor's degree at the school where I met Matt.
He wasn't the typical guy I'm usually attracted to - guys with a hint of nerdism are my usual cup of tea. Matt? He's close to 6 ft tall, blonde hair, pale blue eyes, muscular, an outdoorsy type & an athlete.
Matt's smile was the first thing that caught my eye. WOW. I asked classmates who he was. After being bugged by me they told me. I already knew that this "luscious man" didn't go for women like me - short, slightly over weight, uncoordinate, NOT athletic, a 7 on a scale of 10. But that was fine with me.
Before he graduated in 2007 or 2008, I got to know him a bit....everytime I saw him, I drooled. We chit chatted, became "friends" on a social netwrk page but NOT friends in real life.
Fast forward to June 2012. I thought I saw him mowing a neighbor's property with my next door neighbor.I sent him a message through the social network. That was him with his uncle - my next door neighbor of 19 years. Tried to catch sight of him after that...just to say hello, wave or smile. Waved to him 2 weeks after that.
Fast forward to tody: July 17, 2012. It was extremely hot today - mid 90's where I live. I came home after running errands for my parents, I turned my head slightly....there was Matt in just a pair of shorts. He wasn't wearing any ordinary shorts. They were tight. I just about crashed my car into a tree from seeing how "luscious" Matt looked unloading mowers from the trailer hitched to his uncle's truck. He was smiling, joking with his uncle & looked beyond FINE flexing his muscles. Who knew a math teacher & wrestling coach could be so damn attractive?
As much as I wanted to bring a bottle of cold water to Matt, I knew that it'd be better that I took an ice cold shower.
I'm blogging about men that women would "drool" over.....not just their bodies but their brains as well.
The first "luscious" man I'm discussing is "Matt" - his name has been changed. I met Matt during the spring semester of 2006. I was splitting time between my community college earning my Associates, working and starting my Bachelor's degree at the school where I met Matt.
He wasn't the typical guy I'm usually attracted to - guys with a hint of nerdism are my usual cup of tea. Matt? He's close to 6 ft tall, blonde hair, pale blue eyes, muscular, an outdoorsy type & an athlete.
Matt's smile was the first thing that caught my eye. WOW. I asked classmates who he was. After being bugged by me they told me. I already knew that this "luscious man" didn't go for women like me - short, slightly over weight, uncoordinate, NOT athletic, a 7 on a scale of 10. But that was fine with me.
Before he graduated in 2007 or 2008, I got to know him a bit....everytime I saw him, I drooled. We chit chatted, became "friends" on a social netwrk page but NOT friends in real life.
Fast forward to June 2012. I thought I saw him mowing a neighbor's property with my next door neighbor.I sent him a message through the social network. That was him with his uncle - my next door neighbor of 19 years. Tried to catch sight of him after that...just to say hello, wave or smile. Waved to him 2 weeks after that.
Fast forward to tody: July 17, 2012. It was extremely hot today - mid 90's where I live. I came home after running errands for my parents, I turned my head slightly....there was Matt in just a pair of shorts. He wasn't wearing any ordinary shorts. They were tight. I just about crashed my car into a tree from seeing how "luscious" Matt looked unloading mowers from the trailer hitched to his uncle's truck. He was smiling, joking with his uncle & looked beyond FINE flexing his muscles. Who knew a math teacher & wrestling coach could be so damn attractive?
As much as I wanted to bring a bottle of cold water to Matt, I knew that it'd be better that I took an ice cold shower.
Introduction Blog
For years my best friend, Joy (name has been changed) has encouraged me to start a blog. I told her that I hate blogs and naysayed the idea.
Both Joy & I are fans of "How I Met Your Mother". Yeah, I just went there. Anyways, Barney Stinson, played by the FANTASTIC Neil Patrick Harris says in almost every episode: "That's going in my blog!". Encouraged by Mr. Harris, I'm starting my very first blog.
If you're reading this, Neil, I thank you!
Both Joy & I are fans of "How I Met Your Mother". Yeah, I just went there. Anyways, Barney Stinson, played by the FANTASTIC Neil Patrick Harris says in almost every episode: "That's going in my blog!". Encouraged by Mr. Harris, I'm starting my very first blog.
If you're reading this, Neil, I thank you!
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