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The Benefit Of Younger Men

15 Jun

I have spent a lot of my brain power thinking about this.  Why?  I have no fucking clue.  I truly don’t.  And it all started pretty innocently.

My gal Sunday pointed out to me a recently that I really seem to be attracted to younger men.  I told her that was erroneous (great movie) and asked her to point out the proof.

Sunday:  Really?  I really have to freaking do this?  Oh-kay…AG, 24-year old Firefighter, EX-BF, 29 year-old Firefighter, Mr. Hottie, Fighter, Jake, New Guy, Perfect, the last one-night stand you had.  Almost every guy you flirt with.  Need I say more?  Heeeeellllllllloooooooo…Medic??

Shit.  She was right.  I do have a thing for younger guys.  The few I dated that were older, didn’t look as old as they were.  Why, OH WHY, do I tend to go after the younger men?

Theory on this one, bear with me.

Guys in their mid-thirties (eek…am I almost that old?) are just so…drama filled.  They have been married.  They have been divorced.  They have kids.  They have baby-mama drama.  They probably did something wrong so their wives had to leave them.  They don’t take care of themselves very well.  They usually don’t exercise.  They don’t dress as nice.  They don’t care much about their looks.  They seem to have forgotten how to treat a lady.  Do I need to go on?  And before some guys e-mail or comment, this has just been my experience.  And it’s my blog.  Don’t like it??  Start your own.

I take care of myself.  I exercise (mostly).  I look in the mirror before I leave the house.  I take a care when I pick out my clothes (unless it’s Girls Night).  I work very hard to keep drama out of my life, or at least away from my dates.  I don’t bring my kids into relationships.  I don’t tell stories of my divorce, or sing about the heartache of what I have been through.  That takes too much damn ENERGY.

Younger men are the opposite of men my age.  Almost exactly.  They also realize how lucky they are to date someone like me, and go out of their way to prove it.  Over and over again.  (And let’s not forget the added benefit of stamina, and they fact they are more willing to take the time in bed.  Oooh yes.)  I also find that these guys are more willing to go out and do things, not just sit at home and watch TV.

In short, they act more like me.  More of what I am looking for.  Active.  Fun-loving.  Go with the flow.

I think like-minded individuals are drawn to each other.  Should age really be an issue?

Love, Esme


Where Are They Now?

22 Jan

My hellish work-week is finally coming to a close.  I had every intention of going out and getting my groove on tonight, but I am just fucking exhausted. And I don’t want to spend the energy it would take to do it. So I am spending the night with you hookers instead.  You’re welcome.

Carmen brought up doing a Where Are They Now post, which I think is such a great idea.  Now that I am much more removed from the craziness of some of these guys, even I am interested in seeing where this goes.  So let’s just dive in to the shallow end, shall we??

Ambulance Guy-We both were going through a divorce when we connected.  Never did I think it would be anything but sex, and it never was.  He has since reconciled with his wife (for the sake of the kids) and is still miserable.  Stupid shit…

Perfect-This was a whole sordid story…One which you can read about by clicking on his tag.  In short…we met, we dated.  We broke up because he went back to his ex-wife.  He left his ex-wife, and I was stupid enough to take him back.  We dated/fucked…and one day he called me a lying whore.  OVER.  I have no idea what he is doing now, and I just plain don’t give a fuck.

Mr. Hottie-I’ve written about him A LOT.  We had such a great relationship.  But not really a relationship, because I was not ready for a label.  I fucked that up…or so I thought.  He is since engaged, and has not been faithful to his fiancée.  Did we work for so long because we didn’t have a label?  Maybe…no stress…no worries.  Was I the one that got away?  Also maybe.  But he has a reputation for being a playboy, and I wasn’t willing to take that chance with my heart.  Plus…I run when feelings are mentioned…probably thanks to Perfect.  Ass-hat.  Every once in a while I get a text asking me for ‘a drink’, which was our ‘let’s fuck’ code.  And no hookers…I have not done it…goddamnit.

The Doctor-I was really liking this guy.  Truly.  But he got so fucking clingy.  When I was sick with meningitis, he got angry that I wasn’t calling him everyday.  Seriously???  DONE.  I don’t even communicate with him anymore.  I feel sorry for his next girlfriend.

Firefighter not worth mentioning-married with a kid.  Good for him.

New Guy-I don’t keep in touch with him.  Right after he dumped me for being a firefighter, he started dating his best girl friend.  He was a pussy…who doesn’t like a girl in uniform??  Especially one that can carry a dude up the stairs to the bedroom???

Sexy-He tried keeping in contact with me, but I just couldn’t.  It hurt too much.  Left for an ex-wife again.

Irish-man-I haven’t heard from him since I asked him if he was married.  So that tells me yes, indeed he was.  Dick.

Nice Guy-I would consider him my best guy friend.  I heart him.  I would do anything for him.  He hurts, I hurt.  He’s happy, I’m happy.  I am so glad he is in my life!

Ex-BF-Has issues with feelings, as do I.  Bad mix.  He freaked.  His loss.  He will always have problems with this.  I haven’t seen him since I wrote about him last.  Too bad people just can’t have sex…

The last guy I never gave a name to-Never heard from him again.  Both our losses…the sex was GREAT.  Why do men do that??

God, no fucking wonder I have committment issues!  Left for ex-wives, left because I am a firefighter…I really find some pussy-ass men…I just don’t want to get hurt anymore!  I bet I run away from the best guy ever…just watch…

Love, Esme

Right Back At Ya, Simmarah!

7 Jan

So that sassy dame, Simmarah, and I, decided to blog about the guys we have slept with.  Why?  Who the fuck knows…and cares.  All we know is it could be really interesting.  So here it is…the lucky guys on my list.  Oh, and apparently we rated!  Take that, fuckers.  Drumroll please!!!

1.  My ex-husband…the one who never gave me an orgasm. 0/10

2.  Ambulance Guy…Ahh, what memories.  Looking back, not all that great, but exactly what I needed to awaken the desires.  4/10

3.  Perfect…looking back, what a stupid fucking nickname for him.  But, at the time I thought he was fucking phenomenal.  Ummm…no.  Only good thing was he could go for hours. 5/10

4.  Mr. Hottie…to this DAY I still look back on Mr. Hottie and think he may be the best damn lay I have ever had.  Not because of mechanics or know-how, but because he was so damn into my body. And it just shined through.  10/10

5.  The Doctor…looking back, meh.  Just not much to say about it.  5/10

6.  Another firefighter not worth mentioning.  2/10

7.  New Guy…it was so vanilla, I almost forgot about it.  3/10

8.  Sexy…Awesome.  It was awesome.  Too bad his personality wasn’t.  9/10

9.  Irish-man…it was good, but I still maintain I think he is married.  Too bad…fucker.  7/10

10.  Nice Guy…so we finally did it, and it was well worth the wait.  Didn’t rate quite as high as one other, but damn it sure was close!  The man knows his way around a woman.  9.5/10

11.  Ex-BF…also excellent.  He was also a great fucking time.  Too bad he had to go and be a dick.  *sigh* Men and their drama.  9/10.

As a disclaimer…I wish my list were longer.  WHAT?!?! You heard me right.  I wish I was a bigger skank.  I was the good girl who didn’t sleep with anyone else until she met her husband.  I was even in a sorority in college!  I had every fucking opportunity!!  I wish I were a whore in college!!!!! But I was all for maintaining my good girl image.  Fuck that shit.  Once I was free to start seeing people again, I did.  With a vengeance.  And without much prejudice, apparently.  However, I am making up for lost time.  AND, I am still working on it, thankyouverymuch.

Anyone else want to join in on this?  Reminiscing can be such fun…I dare you…

Much love, Esme


Why Must People Change?

24 Oct

So I think that whatever I may had going on with the Doctor may be fizzing out.  Lately he has become way to fucking needy!!

One of the things that attracted me to the Doctor in the first place was that he was his own person.  He had his own life, one that didn’t revolve around me.  He didn’t feel the need to talk to me every day.  He didn’t feel the need to e-mail or text me every day.  He did it when the need arose, just like I did.  A couple of times a week, the most.  And I loved it.  Especially after being married to some fuck-stick that kept tabs on me 24-hours a day.

The last two weeks have NOT been a walk in the park when it comes to this guy.  Of course, I did not tell him I was going to visit Nice Guy.  There is no need to spill that little secret, after all, I have no committment with either one of these guys.  Doctor did call me once, and I texted him and said I was on a girlfriends weekend.  I would call him when I was done with it.  Oh.  My.  God.  You think I would have told him I was in Vegas getting fucking married with the text messages I received afterwards.

Why don’t you love me anymore.  Why don’t we talk like we used to.  Why are you shutting me out.  How come you won’t talk to me anymore.  What’s going on?

Fucking seriously??  Since when did we become an item, for one, and when did he become so damn needy??

This is an instant turn-off for me.  I am even having a problem broaching this with him.  I don’t need this shit.  He knows my past, he knows what happened with the ex, and he knows I need my space.  So what the fuck has changed?

He has instant messaged me numerous times, and I have responded once.  I was pretty distant, which I am not uber-proud of, but it is how I deal.  He has tried calling a few times, and I let it go to voicemail.  The messages give me slightest of chills…’How many women do I love?  One.  And all I want to do is talk to the woman I love’.  Uuuummmmmmm….

Insecure men equal my NUMBER ONE biggest turn off.  So I think this, whatever it may have been, is fucking DONE.

Much love, Esme

New Guy Update

20 Dec

Dear New Guy,

Well, I haven’t heard from you in three days now…so I think it is safe to say this is over.  I am sorry you weren’t man enough to tell me what your issue was.  Have a nice life.

Love, Esme

Still Going Well!

12 Dec

Dear New Guy,

Well, we had date number three, and I have to admit you were quite a trooper!

My best friend had called me a few days ago and wanted my opinion on a new girl he had started seeing that I have yet to meet.  Since I did not want to be the proverbial third wheel, I kind of dragged you along.  My taking you along also had a sneaky second reason attached to it…I wanted my best friend to check you out…

I wasn’t expecting the night to be a success, but it was.  The four of us got along really well.  We played some pool, had a few beers, talked and laughed.  You were a little more affectionate than you have been in the past, which was really nice.

We left first, and headed back to your place.  You went into the bathroom, and I waited right outside the bathroom door for you.  You walked out, and I jumped…literally.  There was NO WAY I was letting either of us fall asleep.  None.  And we didn’t…not for a good hour, at least…

All in all, a successful date.  And I am thinking many more to come!

Love, Esme

Date Number 2!

9 Dec

Dear New Guy,

We finally went out on our second date, and I had a really nice time!  It is nice to actually have real dates…

I met you at your house, since it is closer to all of the good bars.  You got home from work 15 minutes before I got there. You looked good in your jeans and grey polo.  I was wearing skinny jeans, boots, and a form-fitting sweater.  (I looked hot, just saying)  When you opened the door you were arguing with your roommate.

You: Dude, I DID NOT invite you guys.  The answer is no!

Roommate: Whatever…you guys are going to the bar!  Who cares who else is there?  We will meet you there.

I raised my eyebrows at you, and you looked at me apologetically.  You explained how when you walked in the door, your roommate asked what you were doing tonight.  You told him, and he proceeded to invite himself, his girlfriend, and some of your mutual friends.  You kept repeating that this was not your idea of a date, and you were sorry.  I told you it was ok, and that I was game for anything.

Once we got to the bar, you steered me over to a small table in the corner.  I have to say, I was grateful for it.  The whole point of date number 2 is to get to know each other better…

We had a few beers, split a pizza, and chatted about everything we could fit into our conversation.  Once again, we experienced no lulls, no moments of silence.  It also helped that there was a hockey game on TV, and I am a huge fan.

After a few beers, I was feeling wonderful.  We left the bar and headed back to your place, with promises of an empty house to do whatever our little hearts desired.  We were giggling when we walked in the door, and stopped cold when we heard the TV.  Damn it, you muttered, what the hell is going on here?

Turns out your other roommate was home, upset that the two girls he was seeing at the same time found out about each other.  I curled up on the couch and petted with your dog while you played the caring friend.  By the time you were done, I was so tired…

You motioned me to follow you and we went to your room.  Now, I wish I could say we attacked each other with a feverish ardor that rivaled anything I have ever read in a romance novel, but we didn’t.  WE FELL ASLEEP!  (Side note to Monique-I totally take back my comment on your post…I jinxed myself!!!!)  Yes, we passed the fuck out.  Wasn’t my idea of the perfect ending to our date, but I am really glad to know we had a great time without sex being involved.  A bonus.

I was woken quite a few times during the night by your dog.  Apparently I am her new favorite person…she liked to lay her head on my boobs.  At 630 I shook you awake, gave you a kiss goodbye, and took my leave.

All in all I think the date was a success.  We are still talking, and have plans to go out tomorrow.  I still find you incredibly hard to read.  I am not sure where this is going to go, but it may be fun in the process…

Love, Esme