So what to do to meet men today? Well if you have nice friends that have single male friends, that would work, or you join some organization / sport / hobby to meet men, or you go to bars, or you join internet dating sites. My friends didn’t seem to have any single male friends that they thought I would be interested in. I volunteered with a political group, they were all old or weird men. I started walking after work in the downtown area, but I only saw an occasional man as he was jogging past me. I joined a free internet dating site that a co-worker told me about. So far my only responses were 27 year old boys and fat guys.
Not having much luck with all of the above, I am off to a wedding in the mountains that had a whole weekend of events planned. The bride has planned a fantastic four day wedding event. It is a great time and there are lots of single men there, most are friends of the groom, that I had not met before. The only problem is that they are all about 15 to 20 years younger! Thank goodness I don’t look my age, or so I’ve been told! After three days of parties, whitewater rafting, eating, drinking, we are all friends! Enter one funny, cute guest of the groom, let’s call him Ian. We laugh and joke with each other, and he actually offers me his room key at the wedding reception after party! I laughed and danced away, he did apologize later! The next day we are all traveling back to Atlanta and end up following each other. Next thing I know we are stopping to have lunch together. During lunch we exchange phone numbers so we can play “scrabble” on our iphones. Let the real games begin!
Scrabble led to text messages. Text messages became very flirty. Did you know you can send pictures with text messages? Yes you can! Pardon me while I blush! I actually had to up my text allowance on my cell phone, because we quickly exceeded my allowed text quota. Next Ian is inviting me back to Atlanta.
In the meantime, my little experiment on the internet dating site starts paying off and I actually get men over the age of 27 messaging me! One in particular, let’s call him Bill, sends a great opener message about Trueblood that catches my attention. So we are messaging back and forth. He is witty and interesting. I agree to meet him at the beach for an Art Walk on a week night. He was nice and I liked him.
So now I have gone from no dating to dating / texting two men. Hummmm. Now my texting with Ian, from Atlanta is more sexual innuendo and my texting with Bill, is nice dating text. I’m having fun. Now comes the difficulty with texting two guys at once. My car is broken into at my home. Both are texting me about how I am doing and am I safe. I assure both I am fine. I get late night texts from Ian that are pretty hot. The next morning I get a text message that asks, “Any criminal activity last night?” Without looking at the sending number too much, I quickly respond, “The only criminal activity is you not in my bed. LOL And the hoot owl that kept me up all night.” After about ten minutes and no response, I look at my messages and about faint. I sent that to the nice guy, Bill, not bad-boy Ian that I had been having sexting messages with. Oops. What to do? I quickly text Bill back, “Oops. That was a line from a movie that I thought was funny, but now I see it, it is not…embarrassed.” Does he buy it? Yes he does! LOL
Fast forward two weeks later, I am in Atlanta staying with my friend. I had been to a party the night before and Ian is there. We have a great time. I also meet another guy that has some great tattoos that he shows me. He gets my phone number so he can send me a picture. I get home from the party, and go back out with Ian. About ten o’clock am, I get a text message, “How you feeling this morning?” I respond, “I can’t believe I left here last night in my PJ’s. Thanks for last nite.” A few minutes later I get a message, “Sorry babe you got me confused with someone else, this is Sean the guy with the tats.” My response, “Oops.” I mean what else can you say?
Lesson learned, make sure you know who you are texting, especially if you are seeing more than one person at a time!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wedding Fun In Tennessee
Just got back from a weekend wedding up in Tennessee! It was so great to see so many friends that I hadn't seen in a while and to make some new ones! What an adventure! Hats off to Teri, the Bride! What an awesome job making it an event to remember! First the location was in eastern Tennesse in the Smokey Moutains. Guests stayed in Log Cabins & Lodges in a very picturesque location Telliquah Falls, Tennessee! Guests arrived from three countries (US, Canada and South Africa) and 15 states!
Friday night started out with the Bachelorette and Bachelor parties...not together of course! The ladies piled seventeen women in a fifteen passenger van and traveled to Knoxville for dinner and a show. A Drag Queen Show that is! Even the Bride's Grandmother had a great time, or least she saw things she had never seen before! The highlight of the show was a Marilyn Manson looking guy that wore nothing but duct tape in strategic locations! LOL! He was very white, very skinny, and very agile!
Saturday started with some white water rafting on the Ocoee River with about 40 of our closest friends! What a blast! Wasn't too convinced that it was smart to do this in October cause I am a "warm water" kinda girl! Give me the Gulf Stream anytime over cold water! LOL It was an awesome day, and nobody got dumped overboard! The Bride and the Groom both survived with no black eyes or missing teeth from wayward paddles!
After the wedding rehearsal on Saturday evening, a barbeque and games were enjoyed by all. The food was fantastic, ribs that fell off the bone and needed no sauce! The highlight of the games were the blow up sumo wrestler suits! Everyone had a turn and it was so funny seeing everyone bounce around and when they fell....well it was like turtles on their backs! Hilarlious! Fireworks went off all night and some awesome music by the DJ kept things moving.
Fun continued in the Bridesmaid's cabin where jello shots got everyone in a very happy mood! Games of Twister were enjoyed by the ladies -especially when it was "man-twister"! Some fantasies may have been realized watching that game! LOL Things also heated up in the hot-tub on the deck, enjoying the cool night air and beautiful night sky! So many shooting stars out that night!
On Sunday, guests enjoyed a slow morning getting ready for the afternoon wedding! The weather was awesome, a perfect day for the bride. At 4 pm the guests are all in place, the Groom, Best Man and Chaplain move to the front of the cabin where the ceremony will be. The Bridesmaids are escorted down the aisle by the Groomsmen. Then the music stops and everything is quiet, where is the Bride? In the distance you hear a motorcycle start up! Here comes the Bride on the back of a motorcycle across from the other cabin, with her white dress and veil streaming in the wind! She arrives and gets off the bike and is escorted by her two brothers to her awaiting Groom! The ceremony was to the point, short and sweet!
The reception was under a tent, with a wonderful buffet dinner and champagne toasts! Once dinner was finished the DJ kicked in some dancing music and the party began! Again, big fireworks lite up the night! What an awesome celebration for two wonderful friends!
After the Bride and Groom escaped to their cabin, we again moved to the Bridesmaid's cabin and the party proceeded on! Dancing and partying continued till very early in the morning!
Monday morning arrrived way too early for most of us, but flights had to be made! After a quick breakfast and lots of hugs and promises to keep in touch, everyone went on their way. Promises to all meet in Utah in Febraury for a snowboarding reunion of the party were made, and as is usual to most weddings, some new relationships may have been started! Hope they all end up as happy as Teri & Matt!
Friday night started out with the Bachelorette and Bachelor parties...not together of course! The ladies piled seventeen women in a fifteen passenger van and traveled to Knoxville for dinner and a show. A Drag Queen Show that is! Even the Bride's Grandmother had a great time, or least she saw things she had never seen before! The highlight of the show was a Marilyn Manson looking guy that wore nothing but duct tape in strategic locations! LOL! He was very white, very skinny, and very agile!
Saturday started with some white water rafting on the Ocoee River with about 40 of our closest friends! What a blast! Wasn't too convinced that it was smart to do this in October cause I am a "warm water" kinda girl! Give me the Gulf Stream anytime over cold water! LOL It was an awesome day, and nobody got dumped overboard! The Bride and the Groom both survived with no black eyes or missing teeth from wayward paddles!
After the wedding rehearsal on Saturday evening, a barbeque and games were enjoyed by all. The food was fantastic, ribs that fell off the bone and needed no sauce! The highlight of the games were the blow up sumo wrestler suits! Everyone had a turn and it was so funny seeing everyone bounce around and when they fell....well it was like turtles on their backs! Hilarlious! Fireworks went off all night and some awesome music by the DJ kept things moving.
Fun continued in the Bridesmaid's cabin where jello shots got everyone in a very happy mood! Games of Twister were enjoyed by the ladies -especially when it was "man-twister"! Some fantasies may have been realized watching that game! LOL Things also heated up in the hot-tub on the deck, enjoying the cool night air and beautiful night sky! So many shooting stars out that night!
On Sunday, guests enjoyed a slow morning getting ready for the afternoon wedding! The weather was awesome, a perfect day for the bride. At 4 pm the guests are all in place, the Groom, Best Man and Chaplain move to the front of the cabin where the ceremony will be. The Bridesmaids are escorted down the aisle by the Groomsmen. Then the music stops and everything is quiet, where is the Bride? In the distance you hear a motorcycle start up! Here comes the Bride on the back of a motorcycle across from the other cabin, with her white dress and veil streaming in the wind! She arrives and gets off the bike and is escorted by her two brothers to her awaiting Groom! The ceremony was to the point, short and sweet!
The reception was under a tent, with a wonderful buffet dinner and champagne toasts! Once dinner was finished the DJ kicked in some dancing music and the party began! Again, big fireworks lite up the night! What an awesome celebration for two wonderful friends!
After the Bride and Groom escaped to their cabin, we again moved to the Bridesmaid's cabin and the party proceeded on! Dancing and partying continued till very early in the morning!
Monday morning arrrived way too early for most of us, but flights had to be made! After a quick breakfast and lots of hugs and promises to keep in touch, everyone went on their way. Promises to all meet in Utah in Febraury for a snowboarding reunion of the party were made, and as is usual to most weddings, some new relationships may have been started! Hope they all end up as happy as Teri & Matt!
New Release by Jeaniene Frost
I just found out that "Haunted by Your Touch" will be released Oct 26 and includes a story by Jeaniene Frost! http://tinyurl.com/2a54vfe Woot!Woot! This is awesome news- can't wait to read it!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
second part of chapter 1 The Taking
To calm myself, I tried to concentrate on my hurt ankle. He was still holding my leg in his hands trying to keep it level and still. I looked at him and took a deep breath, “Can you just let me rest my leg on the ground, you don’t need to hold it.” He looked at me and slowly lowered it the 6 inches to the ground and let go. I gasped as the small amount of movement caused a sharp pain in the ankle. He spoke, “I don’t think it’s broken, but it is probably strained.” We need to get some ice on it and get it elevated. “Are you a doctor?” I asked. “No, but I do have some training in emergency situations,” he replied. Well, at least my ankle gave me something to think about other than being raped and murdered, I thought. But now that things have calmed down some, he wasn’t acting aggressive or inappropriate in that way, although I did still get that sense of a predatory animal coming from him.
He watched me as I sat there, waiting for me to speak. I didn’t want to talk with him, something in my throat made it almost impossible to speak. Okay, maybe I was still scared. I finally squeaked out a question, “Who are you?” “Derik,” he replied as he continued to stare at me. “Are you out here by yourself?” he asked. Why did he want to know that, to see if anyone would miss me? “No, I’m not,” I lied. “I just got separated from my friends they should be right behind me on the trail.” He watched me, and I didn’t think he believed my lie. “Well, we need to get some ice on that ankle or it is going to swell up. My place is not far from here, I can carry you there.” “No, I think I’ll just wait here for my friends. But thank you. I’ll be alright, you can go now.” He squatted down beside me and continued as if I hadn’t spoken, reaching out his arms to pick me up. “What are you doing? I told you I was fine. Just leave me alone.”
He stopped and leaned back on his heals and looked at me. “Look, I know that your friends are not anywhere near here, you are hurt, and you can’t be left here alone.” He didn’t reach for me again, but just looked at me. “I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath, and I’ll be on my way.” I lifted my foot to stand up, but the pain in my ankle made me suck in my breath. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything.
I wasn’t going anywhere on that foot. Damn, why now. I can’t run, my cell phone is in my back pack back where I dropped it. I looked around and no other options came to mind. “Are you ready?” he quietly asked. With no other alternative at hand now, I shook my head yes. “But, can you grab my backpack?” He went over and picked it up and placed it in my lap, then quickly lifted me in his arms. The pain in my ankle made be grunt and suck in my breath. “I’m sorry,” he said softly and started walking towards the water.
He followed the edge of the water going west away from the direction that I had been heading. I tried to keep my leg from bouncing with his steps, while also trying not to lean into his chest. I could see that my ankle was already swelling; each step was like someone was beating it with a sledge hammer. He looked down at me, “Relax, it will hurt less.” I didn’t relax, but tried to take my mind away from the pain. “Where are you taking me? Is it far? Do you have a phone?” “My home. No. And, no,” was his response. A man of few words I thought. “How does anyone not have a phone?” He just looked at me with no response and kept walking.
I finally gave up holding my body away from him and let myself lean onto his bare chest. I tried to look at him without being obvious, I may need to identify my attacker later if I got myself out of this situation. He was over six feet tall, with dark brown-almost black, shoulder length hair. His chest was smooth with no hair, with developed pecs and what looked like a six pack. Oh great I thought, I’m being kidnapped by Fabio. He was certainly a man women probably chased, so why was he after me? There was too much shade to see his eye color, but he had full lips and a five o’clock shadow on his face. He was wearing a pair of brown hiking pants that hung low on his hips and leather hiking boots. So what kind of man walked around in the woods with no shirt?
Why didn’t I wait for someone else to come with me? Why do I always have to be so pig-headed? How am I going to get out of this, and I will get out of this. I could see my description of him to the police later…”Yes officer, Fabio kidnapped me. I don’t know what he was doing in the woods. Yes, I know it was stupid to be hiking in the woods by myself.” Shit.
We had been walking about thirty minutes when he stepped into a small clearing that had a cabin under some oak trees. The cabin had a front porch with two chairs on it and looked out towards the lake. He walked to the front door and opened it with the hand under my legs. It was dark inside and took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to see what was inside. I had a glimpse of an open room that had a large fireplace and a kitchen on one side. He kept walking and into a bedroom. He placed me on the bed and stepped back, “I’ll get some ice, you stay there.” He grabbed up the backpack that I was holding before I could stop him. “What are you doing, that is mine!” “It’s not going anywhere,” he responded and placed it on the chest of drawers by the door.
I looked at my ankle and it was swollen about the size of a baseball and was already red. I moved it a little and gasped at the pain. Looking around the room, it was small with no clutter and a window that looked out on the lake. Other than the chest of drawers, there was only a chair in the corner of the room.
Derik walked back in the room with a towel wrapped around a plastic bag with ice in it. He sat it on the bed and reached for my foot, “I’m going to remove your boot and sock.” “I can do that myself,” reaching down to untie my laces, I got lightheaded and swayed. Derik caught me, “You just lay back and I’ll take your boots off.” Lifting my leg gently, he got my boot and sock off while I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry. He placed a bed pillow under my leg and foot and then placed the ice on my ankle. I took a deep breath trying to maintain my “not crying” status. “Now lay back and I’ll get you something for the pain and something to drink.”
He watched me as I sat there, waiting for me to speak. I didn’t want to talk with him, something in my throat made it almost impossible to speak. Okay, maybe I was still scared. I finally squeaked out a question, “Who are you?” “Derik,” he replied as he continued to stare at me. “Are you out here by yourself?” he asked. Why did he want to know that, to see if anyone would miss me? “No, I’m not,” I lied. “I just got separated from my friends they should be right behind me on the trail.” He watched me, and I didn’t think he believed my lie. “Well, we need to get some ice on that ankle or it is going to swell up. My place is not far from here, I can carry you there.” “No, I think I’ll just wait here for my friends. But thank you. I’ll be alright, you can go now.” He squatted down beside me and continued as if I hadn’t spoken, reaching out his arms to pick me up. “What are you doing? I told you I was fine. Just leave me alone.”
He stopped and leaned back on his heals and looked at me. “Look, I know that your friends are not anywhere near here, you are hurt, and you can’t be left here alone.” He didn’t reach for me again, but just looked at me. “I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath, and I’ll be on my way.” I lifted my foot to stand up, but the pain in my ankle made me suck in my breath. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything.
I wasn’t going anywhere on that foot. Damn, why now. I can’t run, my cell phone is in my back pack back where I dropped it. I looked around and no other options came to mind. “Are you ready?” he quietly asked. With no other alternative at hand now, I shook my head yes. “But, can you grab my backpack?” He went over and picked it up and placed it in my lap, then quickly lifted me in his arms. The pain in my ankle made be grunt and suck in my breath. “I’m sorry,” he said softly and started walking towards the water.
He followed the edge of the water going west away from the direction that I had been heading. I tried to keep my leg from bouncing with his steps, while also trying not to lean into his chest. I could see that my ankle was already swelling; each step was like someone was beating it with a sledge hammer. He looked down at me, “Relax, it will hurt less.” I didn’t relax, but tried to take my mind away from the pain. “Where are you taking me? Is it far? Do you have a phone?” “My home. No. And, no,” was his response. A man of few words I thought. “How does anyone not have a phone?” He just looked at me with no response and kept walking.
I finally gave up holding my body away from him and let myself lean onto his bare chest. I tried to look at him without being obvious, I may need to identify my attacker later if I got myself out of this situation. He was over six feet tall, with dark brown-almost black, shoulder length hair. His chest was smooth with no hair, with developed pecs and what looked like a six pack. Oh great I thought, I’m being kidnapped by Fabio. He was certainly a man women probably chased, so why was he after me? There was too much shade to see his eye color, but he had full lips and a five o’clock shadow on his face. He was wearing a pair of brown hiking pants that hung low on his hips and leather hiking boots. So what kind of man walked around in the woods with no shirt?
Why didn’t I wait for someone else to come with me? Why do I always have to be so pig-headed? How am I going to get out of this, and I will get out of this. I could see my description of him to the police later…”Yes officer, Fabio kidnapped me. I don’t know what he was doing in the woods. Yes, I know it was stupid to be hiking in the woods by myself.” Shit.
We had been walking about thirty minutes when he stepped into a small clearing that had a cabin under some oak trees. The cabin had a front porch with two chairs on it and looked out towards the lake. He walked to the front door and opened it with the hand under my legs. It was dark inside and took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to see what was inside. I had a glimpse of an open room that had a large fireplace and a kitchen on one side. He kept walking and into a bedroom. He placed me on the bed and stepped back, “I’ll get some ice, you stay there.” He grabbed up the backpack that I was holding before I could stop him. “What are you doing, that is mine!” “It’s not going anywhere,” he responded and placed it on the chest of drawers by the door.
I looked at my ankle and it was swollen about the size of a baseball and was already red. I moved it a little and gasped at the pain. Looking around the room, it was small with no clutter and a window that looked out on the lake. Other than the chest of drawers, there was only a chair in the corner of the room.
Derik walked back in the room with a towel wrapped around a plastic bag with ice in it. He sat it on the bed and reached for my foot, “I’m going to remove your boot and sock.” “I can do that myself,” reaching down to untie my laces, I got lightheaded and swayed. Derik caught me, “You just lay back and I’ll take your boots off.” Lifting my leg gently, he got my boot and sock off while I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry. He placed a bed pillow under my leg and foot and then placed the ice on my ankle. I took a deep breath trying to maintain my “not crying” status. “Now lay back and I’ll get you something for the pain and something to drink.”
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Chapter 1 The Taking
I looked up and there was someone standing by the edge of the water. Not just someone, a man. A tall man, with shoulder length hair and no shirt. He took a step towards me and paused, his eyes never leaving me. There is something predatory in his stance, something that alerts me. I get an adrenaline rush as I realize that I am alone in the middle of the woods and this man just appears out of nowhere. My mind quickly runs through alternatives, I can scream, or run, or scream and run, or get to my cellphone and pray it works, or find something to use as a weapon. He could be some pervert looking for a lone woman, or he could be someone else just hiking in the woods. Hello, get yourself out of here. Now. Something was not right about this, my instints told me.
I turned to grab my backpack, trying to act unalarmed. My cell phone was in there. God, I hope that I wasn't too far into the woods that I didn't have cell service. Just as I touched the backpack he spoke, "Are you lost?" A guttaral scream escaped my lips at the sound because it was right behind me. I turned, stumbling back against a tree, trying to put some distance between us. He reached out and grabbed me by the arm with a strong hand that easliy prevented my escape. I really screamed this time and started punching him with my free fist, bracing my legs to give me balance. I got in a couple good punches to his chest that didn't seem to phase him. He just stood there a moment and then grabbed my fist and pulled me close to his body. Panicking about his grabbing me, I started flailing my entire body, arms and legs, like an octopus gone crazy. I screamed, "Let me go. Let me go! Bastard!" He just stood there, seeming unfazed by my flailing and screams, holding me close against him. I tried to kick him in the balls, but couldn't seem to get a good kick in, he knew how to prevent that. I finally realized that I was wasting my energy and needed to calm down. I had to think. I could get out of this. I would not be raped and murdered here in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Gulping down air like there was none left, I tried to control my emotions. Taking deep breaths, I told myself that I would not cry. I would get out of this.
He finally spoke again in a controlled voice that was deep and accented, "Are you okay?" I couldn't answer right away, and shook my head yes. He said, "I'm going to let you go now, there is no need to do any thing crazy, I am not going to hurt you." "Okay?" I nodded again and he released both arms and stepped back from me. I quickly turned to face him and stepped back at the same time, only to trip on a tree root. I fell hard to the ground with my foot twisted and stuck under the root. He lunged at me again, causing me to scream in fear as well as the pain in my ankle. "Damn it," he grunted out, "I told you I wasn't going to hurt you! Are you hurt?" I cried out when I tried to pull my foot free from the root, closing my eyes thinking, "I am going to die here and no one will know what happened to me." He helped free my foot from the root, holding my calf and heel in his hands. "Calm down, you are going to do yourself more damage if you don't get control of yourself," he said in a tight, controlled voice. "I am not going to hurt you," he repeated himself.
I turned to grab my backpack, trying to act unalarmed. My cell phone was in there. God, I hope that I wasn't too far into the woods that I didn't have cell service. Just as I touched the backpack he spoke, "Are you lost?" A guttaral scream escaped my lips at the sound because it was right behind me. I turned, stumbling back against a tree, trying to put some distance between us. He reached out and grabbed me by the arm with a strong hand that easliy prevented my escape. I really screamed this time and started punching him with my free fist, bracing my legs to give me balance. I got in a couple good punches to his chest that didn't seem to phase him. He just stood there a moment and then grabbed my fist and pulled me close to his body. Panicking about his grabbing me, I started flailing my entire body, arms and legs, like an octopus gone crazy. I screamed, "Let me go. Let me go! Bastard!" He just stood there, seeming unfazed by my flailing and screams, holding me close against him. I tried to kick him in the balls, but couldn't seem to get a good kick in, he knew how to prevent that. I finally realized that I was wasting my energy and needed to calm down. I had to think. I could get out of this. I would not be raped and murdered here in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Gulping down air like there was none left, I tried to control my emotions. Taking deep breaths, I told myself that I would not cry. I would get out of this.
He finally spoke again in a controlled voice that was deep and accented, "Are you okay?" I couldn't answer right away, and shook my head yes. He said, "I'm going to let you go now, there is no need to do any thing crazy, I am not going to hurt you." "Okay?" I nodded again and he released both arms and stepped back from me. I quickly turned to face him and stepped back at the same time, only to trip on a tree root. I fell hard to the ground with my foot twisted and stuck under the root. He lunged at me again, causing me to scream in fear as well as the pain in my ankle. "Damn it," he grunted out, "I told you I wasn't going to hurt you! Are you hurt?" I cried out when I tried to pull my foot free from the root, closing my eyes thinking, "I am going to die here and no one will know what happened to me." He helped free my foot from the root, holding my calf and heel in his hands. "Calm down, you are going to do yourself more damage if you don't get control of yourself," he said in a tight, controlled voice. "I am not going to hurt you," he repeated himself.
Sticks tongue out at photobucket!
Well I have already found a use for this blog - it is my way around the photobucket fairy! Peaches will not be pulled! HahHah! Take that Photobucket!
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