The Dating Couple

As I mentioned before, I’m not a small woman. However, I wouldn’t look right really thin either. Coming to that conclusion and being comfortable with my size has taken a long time. Yes, there are still days that I wish I were lighter but they are much fewer and farther between than in the past.

I first started having problems with my weight in middle school. I had abnormal periods and was put on birth control. I think that that was the start of the screwing up of my metabolism. After starting the pill I gained a little weight. I was a size 16 and was picked on by all the kids in school not only for my size, but also my anti-social nature.

Continue reading ‘Weight Battle’

While driving around earlier today, we were behind a police officer for about a mile. This is no big deal, he was going the same way we were, but then suddenly turned off. I realized that it was because he had reached the Jefferson/Orleans Parish lines but what if that hadn’t been the reason?

What if, we made him nervous and he decided to turn because of us. I posed the simple question to Jonathan “Do you ever wonder if cops get nervous when we follow them like we do when they follow us?” He thought for a moment and then his eyes lit up. “I want to try it” is all he said.

So, the rest of the ride home was devising how we would do it. First, we would need to get a very recognizable car, think traffic cone orange. Then we would need to spot a cop and just start following him around for a little while. Finally, we could record our little experiment and document the cops reactions.

There was some silliness about if they tried to pull us, following them and telling them that we were following them first. Think, Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd running in circles around a tree. We had a good laugh and continued home.

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After a long hard day at work, we went by the house we plan on buying. Today was its inspection day and it passed fairly well. There are a few concerns, but nothing major. So, tomorrow I will send off the check for the appraisal.

When we left the house, we headed to one of our favorite local restaurants, Cafe Rendezvous. It’s a great place to go and relax, not to mention we have become fairly good friends with the daytime manager, J.

Tonight, J came and sat at our table and asked her to come up with some drinks to put on the sign out front. We came up with quite a few and laughed and acted shocked at some of the names. She joked about asking a male bartender for a “screaming orgasm” and a few other names.

She then told us about an incident with the sign. Now, you have to understand that J is Spanish and though she speaks English very well, she doesn’t always spell it very well nor does she understand every word of American slang. The cafe is on a very busy intersection and she has mentioned many times people stopping in to let them know of a misspelling.

However, this wasn’t her usual tale of misspellings. Here’s what happened: J had asked one of the girls to go and change the sign because she couldn’t be pulled away from work at that moment. Four hours later, J had to go to her car for something. On the way back, a couple leaving the restaurant were giggling.

The man said “Honey, if I knew they were serving that, I might have ordered it for you.” Then they both started laughing.

Curious, J went over to check the sign. Instead of reading “steak and cocktails” it read “steak and cock.” Unfortunately, the tale doesn’t end there.

J never hearing the term cock before (I couldn’t believe it either) went inside and started asking customers what the strange word meant.

Finally, one of the waitresses told J that she just couldn’t go around asking people about that word.

J responded “Why not it’s on the sign.”

After it was explained to her J couldn’t believe that the other girl would put that on the sign.

The waitresses excuse? “I couldn’t make cocktail fit.”

So, after a long hard day, hanging out with a cute Spanish woman (who always hugs and makes physical contact with me) and hearing a funny story at the end of the day made the evening a little brighter. It was the perfect choice for dinner tonight.

I’ll step up and admit. I love it when I get quality alone time.

Studies seem to agree with me. They show that, no matter how satisfied with your sex life you are, you probably still masturbate at least occasionally.

Crystal is easily the best lover that I’ve had. We’re also a very sexual couple, even after seven years of being together. We have sex an average of 5-6 times per week, more on some weeks, less on others. That is more than enough to satisfy, but still, every once in a while, I just want to shut the door and be my own partner for the evening. It’s not a common thing, but it happens regularly enough.

To take things a step further, this desire continued even while we had a (practically) live in girlfriend. Though two gorgeous women were around, both very sexual and fun, sometimes I just wanted it to be about me. Once again, it wasn’t an all-the-time thing, it wasn’t even frequent, but it was still there.

Frankly, I don’t see it going away either.

Continue reading ‘Good Masturbations’

This post continues the story from the end of part one. If you haven’t read that post, you may want to go back and read it first.

In December 2000, just after Christmas, Crystal took a flight from Alexandria, Louisiana to Columbia, South Carolina. She brought with her all of her clothes, a few personal effects and not much else. We shared, as a couple, a tiny one-bedroom apartment near the University of South Carolina campus. We started our lives together with no sense of certainty or direction.

The first six months of our relationship were beset with problems. We went through nearly every difficulty imaginable including medical, financial and personal. The relationship was no picnic and, by the summer of 2001, we were on the verge of breaking up. The honeymoon was over before it started.

It was then, at our weakest point, “CP” walked into our lives and nearly ended the one we hoped to share.

Continue reading ‘Infidelity Part 2 – Love and Lust Continued’