<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:52:36.211-08:00</updated><category term='first date'/><title type='text'>Sexless in Seattle</title><subtitle type='html'>Celibate by choice for 5 years, I am considering joining the land of the living...and bringing physical intimacy back into my life.  It ain't gonna be easy!  The landscape is fraught with potholes, bumps and wierdness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-209876006847641829</id><published>2010-12-15T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:11:25.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice In Wonderland</title><content type='html'>I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.  I have met someone who matches my sexual appetite....who is also kind and loving...and respectful.....and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just at the tip of the iceberg in all ways....but I am falling falling falling....hard...hard...hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unexpected....and so delightful....exciting and scary at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWOW....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-209876006847641829?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/209876006847641829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=209876006847641829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/209876006847641829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/209876006847641829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2010/12/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice In Wonderland'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2643710199437218270</id><published>2010-11-30T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:55:13.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Night</title><content type='html'>There is a guy that I have been attracted to for some time, and he came home about a month ago...and he came back into my life.  Thanksgiving night, I got a hotel room...with a whirlpool tub, candles, music, and wore lingerie for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a magical night....he showed up at 8pm, and we slept for maybe a total of two hours before I left at 930am.  So gentle, kind, patient....it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wanted to see him again...and on Sunday night, we had our first date...lol...as in away from people that we know...in public...together....and it was wonderful....he is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives 2.5 hours away...he is kind...intelligent...gorgeous....and talks about his feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from him today....and I am missing him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid...because he feels important....special....and i am worried that I am going to get hurt...big time....we fit perfectly together....my spirit seems to resonate with him...and that is the scary part for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2643710199437218270?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2643710199437218270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2643710199437218270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2643710199437218270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2643710199437218270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2010/11/fantasy-night.html' title='Fantasy Night'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3872811092239890721</id><published>2009-06-25T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:27:11.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balancing 4 guys</title><content type='html'>is getting difficult----especially when 2 are potential, and 2 i have already slept with....and i am having fun with the potentials....and i get a booty call....and miss out on amazing sex with David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been spending alot of time with young David....he went on a roadtrip with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, ben and kris met me at a bar....and we all ended up together, playing cards til the bar closed.  Was fun....and strange....people said that ben was definitely flirting....and so on sunday night, kris came to see me, and Ben asked me if i had called him for a booty call....he said it jokingly....but....i didn't like it.....and i said i don't do that.....and he said, me neither ....last time was 7 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kris asked me what his deal is because he said that Ben hit him in the kidney...which is so juvenile.....and i talked with ben afterwards for a bit...and we made plans for tuesday....but today is thursday...and he hasn't called or text me since sunday....i don't understand it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young david wants to go wherever i go tonight.....kris probably will be out tonight....don't know about Ben....but i am sure that David is going to want to see me, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3872811092239890721?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3872811092239890721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3872811092239890721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3872811092239890721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3872811092239890721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/06/balancing-4-guys.html' title='balancing 4 guys'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8888957027608243700</id><published>2009-06-05T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:29:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kris</title><content type='html'>a new guy....who seems to be open to having me around...he has invited me to be with he and his friends...two times now!  And last night he came to see me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks he is cute....and he is 30...with a 4 year old son.  he is polite and funny...very similar to ben in demeanor and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8888957027608243700?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8888957027608243700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8888957027608243700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8888957027608243700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8888957027608243700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/06/kris.html' title='kris'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-9145001423333901915</id><published>2009-06-05T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:27:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>So after my intoxicating afternoon, i was taking Ben out to dinner for his birthday....we went to the same place again...and we were together for 3 hours...and we laughed and talked so well together.  He's so easy and wonderful...and sexy to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see him again.....hopefully tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have his presents ready for him.....what is that about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-9145001423333901915?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/9145001423333901915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=9145001423333901915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/9145001423333901915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/9145001423333901915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/06/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4112857436810416686</id><published>2009-06-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:22:26.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicating Sex</title><content type='html'>i have never experienced getting drunk off of sex....ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Thursday, i met up with David...and the verbal foreplay was hot...then he started touching...and it was time to go somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first...he admitted that he lives with someone...the mother of his son....but i still don't know if I believe him...especially when he says he is with her to make sure that he can have his son in his life.  And he is out at night--almost every night....did he make up this person to keep me at bay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to a park near my house...because i trust him enough to share my body with him...but not bring him to my home...it was after midnight, and the air was cool, and the stars and moon were wonderful....We started making out....and i began to feel drunk...and then we were beyond gone...and we had crazy, uncontrolled sex in the park...i felt like an addict that couldn't get enough....i felt like anita blake when she is with her lycan and vamp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted ways...and i didn't see him all weekend.  Tuesday morning, i get a text asking me what i am doing today?  me?  So i found a hotel....and we had sex, amazing sex for 5 hours.....and again...i couldn't get enough of him....and he is so beautiful...and perfect in bed...I have Chris all over again...i just have to make sure the craziness doesn't start up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of drunkeness is so strange...so different from anything that i have felt before...but...now in writing...it is like a fire under my skin...that only the coolness of his skin can assuage...and i can't seem to think or process too much information when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am so turned on....all the time.....morning noon and night....its crazy....&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;last night i got so incredibly jealous....and upset that i couldnt even talk to David.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i opted to go hangout with another guy...and it was good clean fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4112857436810416686?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4112857436810416686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4112857436810416686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4112857436810416686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4112857436810416686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/06/intoxicating-sex.html' title='Intoxicating Sex'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5424449042311472540</id><published>2009-05-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:08:26.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great night</title><content type='html'>tonight was a great night.....I got to play poker with Ben...and I brought us dinner...and we joked....and then we were outside for half an hour...joking...and it is just so absolutely amazing when I am with him....he is so open...and I just feel great around him....he remembers everything we've talked about....and he references them....and I am so at peace with him...I don't think about sex or anything...just how nice it feels to be with him. When he got knocked out...he sat by me and watched me play....and gave me comedy relief. He did a good joke on me when I called him earlier....he pretended to be his answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David showed up....and I felt the "sizing" up going on.....and that may be why Ben left...I don't know....I am glad new David wasn't there. He said he had to go to the gym...take supplements and go to bed. He's not acting like he's interested....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I need to back up to Sunday night...when we were celebrating Tony's birthday. I was drinking...lots of shots....and alcohol...and I drunkenly text Ben to see if he could come play....and I was playing, and the next thing I knew, he was there...behind me in a purple shirt...with the maroon that so becomes him....and I grabbed my heart....because it wanted to leap out from my chest. I was so elated to see him....and he even knew that it had been three weeks since we were last together. In my drunken stupor, I did talk to him about not texting me, and that I had been about ready to remove him from my phone...and he said please don't do that. He had a button misbuttoned...so I fixed it...and he said, don't undress me here....so later I text him if undressing him was even in the realm of possibility....and I don't remember what we talked about....he used the word complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did talk by his truck---twice.....for almost 20 minutes each time. I did tell him that I am a guy's best friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down side of the night is that I text both David's that I was drunk and wanted to be f*cked. David responded and wanted me to call him.....new David didn't respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5424449042311472540?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5424449042311472540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5424449042311472540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5424449042311472540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5424449042311472540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-night.html' title='Great night'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-6762511069703131058</id><published>2009-05-10T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:34:10.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>Today, I was lying in the sun....and I got the thought that I have been waiting 20 years for someone with the same sexual energy as Chris....20 freaking years....wowow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although we've been texting....we haven't seen each other.  Friday, I told him that I can't concentrate....and keep imagining....and I am....the things we did, and what I want to do with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I have a bruise....and he told me he had scratches all over his back....and they were still stinging....I didn't think I dug so much...but wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want him....and not just sexually....he is a nice guy...and I also remembered that I actually laid my head on his shoulder....like I felt safe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has two children....2.5 and 18!!! wowow....he had his baby all weekend...that's cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-6762511069703131058?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6762511069703131058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=6762511069703131058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6762511069703131058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6762511069703131058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/05/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8763679221958534304</id><published>2009-05-10T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:29:29.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>I am so confused by him......I didn't hear from him all week (Monday) and Friday, he text me that he was sorry for being out of contact, and that he might see me that night.  I replied a positive cheery....hope to see you.  And then again...dead silence.  Yesterday, I sent another message saying that I hoped everything was okay...and that his apology meant much.  Again...no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorene made the comment that he has me on pushme/pullyou mode....and there is some truth to that.  In fact, I almost took his number out of my phone...cuz I don't know if I can take it.  My heart already chose him....and I hate that I can't get him out.....it's his energy....and the memory of our day at the park, with our dogs....was a best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes out tonight....I miss him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8763679221958534304?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8763679221958534304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8763679221958534304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8763679221958534304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8763679221958534304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/05/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8626867368405554860</id><published>2009-05-08T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:24:56.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More...</title><content type='html'>I am horny as hell because of my escapade on Tuesday, and Ben has disappeared again.  He hasn't answered any text since Monday night....so bizarre.  I don't know what to make of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tennis pro has been coming around every night...I saw him two nights in a row...but alas....no sex...he had a stressful night last night with his ex-girlfriend.  Maybe tomorrow night...since last Friday we had a comedy of errors when our plan was to spend the night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did absolutely no work on my house today....despite the fact that I want to have David over....immediately to f*ck all night long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens this weekend....on of my other 25 year old crushes is coming to town for his birthday, and he wants to hang out and celebrate it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow....i am lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8626867368405554860?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8626867368405554860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8626867368405554860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8626867368405554860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8626867368405554860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/05/more.html' title='More...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4038057975453217833</id><published>2009-05-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:19:57.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Unplanned Sex</title><content type='html'>in a car, no less!!! A guy at poker and I create incredible sexual tension whenever we are together, and last night we spontaneously combusted together.....Oh my god!!!! It was fucking fantastic.....and he is Puerto Rican....and gainfully employed....and a kind person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't plan on anything happening...all I wanted was to go play and flirt....and on the one hand, I am very glad.....and now I can't wait to be with him again. Now I really have to get my house ready---cuz he has two roomates and they have an agreement not to bring women home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were talking and texting dirty to each other all night...and then after the bar closed we just hung out and talked and then started kissing. Then we wanted to go someplace....and we were just going to make out.....and he is so sensual, his body is incredible, and I just couldn't stop myself. God I have missed men of color! Why do I waste time with non men of color---who aren't really real men!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to rush putting the house together....cuz I need more of this amazing guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4038057975453217833?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4038057975453217833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4038057975453217833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4038057975453217833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4038057975453217833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-unplanned-sex.html' title='Amazing Unplanned Sex'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7883787667787614084</id><published>2009-04-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:09:13.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I haven't written anything about Gabe.....for the last 3 weeks, we have been spending almost every night together, and we have a great time.  He has told me that he isn't interested in romance, but we have so much fun together with each other.....and I am very touchy with him, and I feel very close to him.......in a much different way than William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be leaving soon...moving to San Francisco...I am going to miss him, greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would totally sleep with Gabe....and i think it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, he came with William and I to a bar, and it was like there was a pissing contest going on.....an awkward threesome....not like my perfect threesome.  And the bar closed, I think that Gabe felt left out....and I stayed with William for two hours til 4am.  When Gabe left, I felt bad/guilty.....and he didn't talk to me for two days.  He did apologize to me today and explained why he wasn't there last night.....and we were together all night.....and I think about sex with him almost as much as I do with William!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really awesome....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7883787667787614084?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7883787667787614084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7883787667787614084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7883787667787614084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7883787667787614084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/04/gabe.html' title='Gabe'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-9062210322040681631</id><published>2009-04-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:11:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's ben quote</title><content type='html'>"The promise of Samantha, $5 pizza and 3.50 beer is almost too good to pass up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just text him about going over and watching a movie with him....and he wrote back,"Dare I encourage boredom upon a girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret thinks he sounds fantastic......god....I am in trouble with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that he made his first supporting role in my dreams.  And that he was a pirate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't text him tonight....cuz he told me he was going to bed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-9062210322040681631?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/9062210322040681631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=9062210322040681631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/9062210322040681631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/9062210322040681631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-ben-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s ben quote'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8000310709748051428</id><published>2009-04-23T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:50:07.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Date with Ben</title><content type='html'>Even though we drove separately, and we split the bill....I am considering it my first date with Ben.  I had the most amazing time with him--he is truly fantastic....and almost too good to be true!  And I hear no alarm bells---no sirens----no stress or anxiety on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Kona, and he opted for inside table, rather than patio, and I sat next to him rather than across from him.  We talked for almost half an hour before we ordered.  I guess I will write the highlights---he is quite unlike any other guy that I have met in a looooong time.  I hope he's not gay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best things he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He has never had a wasabi burn in his brain---so I said maybe tonight would be his first time, and he would never forget the night.  He said, "oh samantha, who said I won't remember tonight anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We talked about laughing, and i admitted that if i really get going, then I will snort....."Now, I have something to aspire to.  I haven't heard you snort yet...I will have to work on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  "You seem to a very genuine person......and that is rare to find these days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was conscious of my body language, and I reached out to touch his leg and arm and hands several times.  He scooted his chair closer to mine...I learned so much about him, and his family....and he told me a story about the best christmas present he has ever given---which was to his mom and dad----and he got choked up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is way more enlightened than anyone would dream---smart, funny, polite....walked me to my car again...and we talked some more.  He had pizza in his arms...so we were blocked from a full hug.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in my dream last night for the first time....we were on the ocean together ---on a trip.  And of course there was sex! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so on fire...I can't stop thinking about him.....even at dinner while I recognize that I was having a marvelous time with him----my body and my mind was elsewhere---indulging in fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned something from David---he really liked N...and after three weeks, they still hadn't slept together.  So...if a guy really likes a girl...he'll wait.  Cuz David is highly sexual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually listened to "your looking like love to me".....I feel like he already stole my heart....without any effort....and no fight on the inside.  Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope its not going to be just friends.....that will floor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowow.....i'm actually turning David down these days to wait for Ben......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8000310709748051428?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8000310709748051428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8000310709748051428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8000310709748051428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8000310709748051428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-date-with-ben.html' title='My First Date with Ben'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4364400657986664161</id><published>2009-04-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:49:49.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am falling.........</title><content type='html'>in deep like.....and I can't stop myself!  I even turned down my tennis pro last night because I just wasn't into being with him last night.  What is happening to me???  My heart is doing things it hasnt done in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I stayed out til 4am talking.....talking....and talking....and he walked me to my car!!!!  I purposely parked far from his truck....and he asked where I am parked...and he said I will walk you to your car.  I really wanted to kiss him...but he is such a nice guy...I think I should let him go first?  I don't know.....oh but our hug goodbye was sooooooooooooo nice.  There is something different about him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had 4 hours to think about that night....and I text a joke to him that we talked about sex over 40 times in two hours---average 1 every 3 minutes, which is higher than the national 8 seconds.  I hope he thinks its funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are back to texting many times per day....and I was worried.  I did get to see him Friday and Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly is that last Saturday, we had had an amazing group day with friends, he had his arm around me many times, and then *poof* he was gone!  no goodbye, no nothing!  And then he blew our day together off on Sunday---and I had/have absolutely no idea what happened to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a wreck from Sunday on....he didn't write me, call or anything.....and then he showed up on Friday, and it was strained at first...but then by the end of the night, we were good and I was happy.  I spent my whole therapy hour talking about why I blame myself for other people's idiosyncrancies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4364400657986664161?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4364400657986664161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4364400657986664161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4364400657986664161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4364400657986664161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-falling.html' title='I am falling.........'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2007309684363903733</id><published>2009-04-09T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:16:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!</title><content type='html'>Wow...over 6 months since I last wrote...and probably that long since I had sex!  But maybe things are changing now.  I have several guys that I am interested in....and last night, I think my opportunity with the tennis pro.....and damn...he was HOT last night!!!!  But, I was otherwise occupied with another guy that had come to see me last night---who is equally HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...being the sentimental ninny I am....my text box is full....and I have got to clear it out...so I guess I will put my texts here...then at least I can look at the date and the messages.  How silly am I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis pro:  1/17/09....we made out in parking garage...and he asked me how dangerous i was...and he was ready to do it in the parking garage with me!!!  I cant say that I have ever been in a garage before.  I declined...only because there was a rumor that someone was living in his car in there!!!  Then he wanted me to come over...but I opted out...and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attorney:  He could be love---if we ever were to spend time together.  I see him 2-3 times per week, and we text all the time, go out in groups, and he is just a really nice, great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 year old:  Total animal magnetism, and when we are together, it is like two magnets...and when we sit by each other, we always end up touching. And there is sooooo much heat.....but I don't know if he can handle just sex.  We flirt alot on the phone...and I go to mush whenever he is around.  oh so many things that can be done with him!  He is smarter, and more responsible than many 30 year olds I know.  And that makes it much harder to be logical about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef:  A christian republican that cooks and loves the same movies as me.....and hot in a different way.....sex yes....relationship with a christian republican----NEVER!!  Our first "date" was  3/21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales:  More money than god...wants me to cook him dinner....takes me out drinking....but not a real date.  Asian....I don't know why I am drawn to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William:  I like him....alot.  We text alot (3/23 first texts)--everyday---we have been to the doggy park together and we spent three hours together in a quiet cove (3/28) with our doggies and each other.  It was a most relaxing, easy day.  He also came and hung out with me for 6 hours one night (3/27)...and we closed a bar down.  He introduced sex into our texts by asking if I was making a sexual reference...and I was so embarrassed, because I was totally not thinking about sex.  Last night he came to see me and he came right up to me and hugged me, and I swooned a little.  He askd me, "where do you want to insert me?"  I ignored that.  After he got knocked out, he sat with me and he called me, "wise one." and we played cards.....he looked amazing!!!!!!!!!  Sunday we are going to go out with our dogs....Saturday i will see him, all day!!!  I can't wait to be alone with him on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2007309684363903733?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2007309684363903733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2007309684363903733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2007309684363903733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2007309684363903733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5341288755783258916</id><published>2008-09-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:42:43.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night with the hottie</title><content type='html'>And I am already under his spell.  His smile, his laugh, his exuberance, his sense of humor.....wowowowow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went an played poker, and then karaoke.  And he asked me to sing "Picture" with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, Damn it, Damn it.....maybe if i don't hear from him today, it will be a good thing.  He is supposed to go with me to work tonight......and well...like I said...might be better if he's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have now been together Sunday, Monday, Wednesday and Thursday night.....and when he hugged me bye last night, I actually put my hand in his hair.  I didn't drink last night, since we had partied too much the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I even cancelled therapy so that I could increase my chances of seeing him tonight.  Probally not the healthiest for me....but i have it bad....and he is leaving next week for LA.  So I feel like i can go all the way out.....does he think i don't like him, can he tell I like him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about what Brian said, and that he couldn't tell that I liked him......that I didn't give off that vibe to him....and i haven't really said anything to Derek that would make him think otherwise.  And he has told me that he is shy with women, until he gets too drunk.....then he gets confident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do????  I only have a few more nights/days to spend with him.....and to think this all started with a simple comment....when he asked me if I wanted to take him home.....and he gave me his number---two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger will robinson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5341288755783258916?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5341288755783258916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5341288755783258916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5341288755783258916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5341288755783258916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-night-with-hottie.html' title='Another night with the hottie'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8322558005199033844</id><published>2008-09-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:21:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Blast!</title><content type='html'>I've been hanging out with a very neat guy.  He's moving next week to LA to be a model.  And I can't believe that we just started hanging out.  Nothing physical as of yet, although i think last night we coulda kissed---there was that moment after we hugged goodbye that we just looked at each other for split second.....and oh I wanted to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him drive my car last night, too.  He sings, he's buff, he's deep and in a way, I am glad that he is leaving....'cause I can totally see that I would be falling in love if he stayed.  He looks like a playa' but he's actually a good boy.  He told me that he and his ex-fiance were together for two years before they slept together.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to go out again today...we talked on the phone my whole drive home.  I also asked him to go dancing with me after poker on Saturday night.  He said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together Sunday, Monday, Wednesday.....and hopefully three more days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta make him a CD of songs that I like....and I think he will like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup....i recognize the warning signs.  Man!  Today on One Life To Live, Blair sang an awesome song!  If you knew my heart.  It was beautiful!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8322558005199033844?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8322558005199033844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8322558005199033844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8322558005199033844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8322558005199033844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-blast.html' title='Having A Blast!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3256735779095922962</id><published>2008-08-17T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:05:05.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Met A New Guy.</title><content type='html'>And I think he's gonna be different.  He feels different.....he's into stuff spiritual....and i hope I can be calm....and not mess it up....I think we will be good friends, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's cute, he's kind, and i think he likes what I like...and he says he likes to cook!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3256735779095922962?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3256735779095922962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3256735779095922962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3256735779095922962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3256735779095922962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/08/met-new-guy.html' title='Met A New Guy.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-650210739252203528</id><published>2008-08-17T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:01:48.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast of Love</title><content type='html'>Is a great movie.  I'm only 30 minutes in &amp;amp; I love it.  I'm so glad i bought it.  Greg Kinnear and Morgan Freeman are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later, after i finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this, Must love dogs, Once and a Michelle Pfeiffer movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-650210739252203528?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/650210739252203528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=650210739252203528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/650210739252203528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/650210739252203528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/08/feast-of-love.html' title='Feast of Love'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-754430957555480124</id><published>2008-08-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:33:53.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe</title><content type='html'>is a new guy....and he's so cute.  And I invited him to go out with us last Friday night....and we hung out a bit on Tuesday night after he got knocked out.  But he said Meg was cute...so he probably likes her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am doing with Harry.  And I haven't seen Brian in so long.  And Matthew is having a birthday party on Saturday night.  I don't really want to go....but of course I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to start working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-754430957555480124?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/754430957555480124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=754430957555480124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/754430957555480124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/754430957555480124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/08/gabe.html' title='Gabe'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8465501094377001096</id><published>2008-08-14T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:30:37.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the Single Guy</title><content type='html'>Okay...so I've been having sex about once a month. Not nearly enough....but certainly better than no sex at all. And one of the guys is the hottest guy (next to Chris) that I have ever been with......ever.....even in my hayday! WOWOWOW....and I have no idea why he chooses to be with me....when, well, he could easily have anybody. And of course, he ha a girlfriend....or he did.   He is an athlete on the verge of going professional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was awesome....we had spent the day together, and we both had drank a bit...and well, I was driving him home, and I asked him what he was thinking...and he said you don't really want to know. And I said yes, I did. And he said, I'm horny and would ike to have sex. I replied, and where would we go? He said we could go to a friend's house....and I got a flash of creativity, and said, I know where we can go! And I drove him to my office....and we took a shower together, fu**ed, and took another shower together----it was AAAAAAAAWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is soooooo nice when I see him.  Unfortunately, it was two months til our next encounter....and it started with four hours of texting foreplay.  I went to his place....and he is so comfortable in his own skin...he just took his clothes off and got on his bed....and i thought I was looking at an Adonis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He definitely has one of the nicest xxxxs I have ever seen.  It is perfect...he is only rivaled by Chris.  He does need to work on his endurance.....nothing a bit of tantra wouldn't take care of.  I wrote him that there are oh so many things that i want to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me that i shouldn't question it....and that obviously he finds me attractive...and if he does, I think he is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope I don't have to wait too long to be with him again.  And i need to start working out...if i am gonna be with hot guys like him....I need to be in better shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8465501094377001096?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8465501094377001096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8465501094377001096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8465501094377001096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8465501094377001096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex-and-single-guy.html' title='Sex and the Single Guy'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-397079878566142254</id><published>2008-08-09T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:12:44.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowzers!</title><content type='html'>I've been gone awhile!  Where did the time go?  Is it because I am no longer sexless in seattle, that I haven't written?  I'm not sure.  Life has been going 100000 miles per day, and tonight, I decided that I needed to do an update on what is happening in the man department.  There are some new players.....and surprise visits by old players.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-397079878566142254?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/397079878566142254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=397079878566142254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/397079878566142254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/397079878566142254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/08/wowzers.html' title='Wowzers!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3161675432295729270</id><published>2008-03-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:06:05.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><content type='html'>I called Brian last night on the way to work...and he answered!  We talked for about 20 minutes...and again it was relaxed and easy...and it seemed alright.  Maybe it's gonna be alright.  I am fighting the urge to text or call him today...even though last week we talked to each other every day.  I'm fine with being just friends...but I am going to put it out there that if he wants no strings sex...I'm down for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch I talked with Tony for about 20 minutes, and we were both laughing so much...we have been hanging out quite a bit.  It's been fun and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work was fun, and a guy that I really like, D and a friend of his Riley stayed and talked with me for a bit last night.  D went out with 4 different girls in one week...and he mentioned something about one girl putting out on the second date, and some of the stuff going on.  His friend was really really cute and nice.  Great handshake also...  D doesn't seem to have a problem sleeping with girls and not being romantic with them....maybe all guys aren't created equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I text Matt and wanted to know if he was going to be out and alone.  He said to C'mon.  But I got nervous while I was in the parking lot, and opted for not going in.  I just didn't want to be around so many people that know us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I called Mike, and he asked me why I was bashing men, and was I turning lesbian.  I told him it was quite possible, and he said cool, we can film it.  Little does he know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am gonna do some internet research for Brian...and tomorrow I have lunch with Bret....and tomorrow night I have Tony and Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3161675432295729270?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3161675432295729270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3161675432295729270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3161675432295729270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3161675432295729270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/03/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-6149539995664605501</id><published>2008-03-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:49:37.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell?????</title><content type='html'>Just exactly what the hell is wrong with men today?  Here I had this great week with this great guy, and yesterday when I get to his house, he tells me that he doesn't have any romantic interest in me, and just wants to be friends.  I think he was surprised by my reaction....which was shocked (but given my history, expected)...and we went for a hike...and we were both still just as relaxed as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck man???  Clearly, guys are just as screwed up as women are....in that they don't really know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it too soon to be talking about romantic feelings anway?  Why can't we just hang out, have sex if we want, and still be friends?  That sounds more appealing to me anyway.  Clearly, we had good chemistry...isn't that enough these days...or does it have to have a label right away...and does one need to decide right now...if there is going to be a "relationship."  Shit, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was thinking if its that easy to have one night stands...I'm gonna be all for it.  Get in, and get out.  Never mind getting to know someone--as a friend or otherwise.  I'm gonna have to think about this a bit....I feel like I'm on the verge of something....but I want to be able to say it to Brian also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sad today...not because of him...but because of the situation, arising again.  What the hell is so important about me that every man wants me to be their best friend????  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRgGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-6149539995664605501?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6149539995664605501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=6149539995664605501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6149539995664605501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6149539995664605501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell?????'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3258708800719129632</id><published>2008-03-21T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:41:50.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><title type='text'>Out of Nowhere!</title><content type='html'>Ok...I've been absent for the past two months---exactly...and not because nothing has been going on...I just haven't taken the time to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a guy that has been playing poker for over a year in my league, and his name is Brian.  Nice, cute, polite, quiet guy.  I always thought that Brian was cute, and he always seemed to be cheerful, and he was always one of the regulars that I was happy to see---whenever he showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I would just say hi, smile, ask how he was, and then once he went out, talk a bit...and that was it.  But something changed last week...he came and played Thursday night, and we talked a bit more.  Come Friday, I couldn't wait to see him....and when I did, well, my stomach fluttered a bit.  We talked a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was REALLY looking forward to seeing him on Saturday night.  And again, when I first saw him, my stomach fluttered.  After poker, we stood talking in the parking lot for about a half hour, and then he asked me if I wanted to go to a coffee shop with him.  On the inside I was NERVOUS...but I said yes, and we went to the coolest spot in the world!  Well...okay...that is an exaggeration...but it is a 24 hour coffee shop that serves slices of pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was so easy to hang out with, bright, witty and has some interesting goals and dreams.  I felt completely relaxed and safe with him....and surprise, surprise...he was actually listening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and laughed til about 6am...then went outside and hung out til 630am.  He hugged me bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, he text me asking me if I wanted to go have coffee...and I said no I planned to play poker....so he came too.  We ended up at the final table together, which was fun.  Then we went to Bennigans, and were there for about 3 hours.  Then outside where we stood for another half hour or so...and I found myself wishing that he would kiss me....but I was also afraid of him kissing me.  And so when it was apparent it wasn't going to happen...especially after he gave me a half body hug....I decided it was time to go my way....'cause apparently I had gotten myself into the "friend zone" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, I was at worked and we exchanged some texts..and when I found out that I was going to be done with work early, he said he would hang out with me.  We went back to Bennigan's and were there til closing.  Our time together was still easy and comfortable for me.  I "accidently" touched him a few times just to see if my "friend" read was right...and he did pull away a couple of times.  So I guessed that that was that.  No problem...I'm used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar closes and we go to the parking lot.  We stand there yapping for probably almost another half hour, and by then...I was dying for him to kiss me.  You know that we gotta go, but I don't wanna leave yet dance....that was us...and then...we were kissing....and thank goodness....he was a great kisser!  And after kissing for awhile, he was like I have to go....and after a quick thought, I said I could go with you...and he looked surprised by my offer...and answered, "really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to his place....drank some water in the kitchen...then up to his room....and we laid in bed together.  We talked for a bit, and he was cold and shivering a bit....but my body was heating up...and we started kissing...and for the next hour we explored each other without going all the way!  Wowowowowowow!  He was gentle, considerate, and totally took me by surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kind of a shy guy....so I wasn't expecting an unihibited person....and as he said to me,"I didn't think you were the kind of girl that would be here already."  If I had been thinking about it, I probably wouldn't have been there...but we had spent so much quality time together, that I felt good about my decision....and I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he could sleep with someone in his bed...and he said yes...problem was that my body was still quite hot for him...and I was giving off too much heat.  We fell asleep at one point, but then he woke up and had to go splash water on himself...and after he tossed and turned, I realized that I was really the one responsible, and should go.  The sexual energy between my body and his was 'causing the room to be way too hot.  So I told him I was going to go, and it was sweet, 'cause he seemed disappointed.  To tell the truth, I was too...but I had to go.  And as soon as I made the decision, it was like the temperature dropped a few degrees and I swear I felt a breeze come through.  I kissed him bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Tuesday, I couldn't get over how great a night it was with Brian.  And here it is Friday, and I am still getting flashes of our time together.  And I have been turned on since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help on Wednesday night when I went over and we watched a movie in the dark...and I got waves of sexual energy flowing through me just from caressing his arm and hand.....haha...as Yoda would say..."the force is strong with this one."  And before I knew it, the movie was over and we talked for awhile and then I wasn't sure when he said "call it a night" if he meant "lets go to bed" or "you gotta go."  So rather than ask...I led us to the front door.  And he kissed me bye...and damn it was so hard to not just go crazy right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of character, I am texting him sexually charged messages....and he did come to poker last night, and I was so happy to see him, and I was really looking forward to going home with him.  But something happened, and I'm not sure what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even left without saying goodnight or goodbye....totally not cool....and totally not inline with the guy that I knew up to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home alone...and he hasn't answered my calls or texts today---including an offer of dinner at 5p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we'll see if he comes to play tonight.  I hope I didn't do anything to send him running for the hills....he really is a great guy....and well...it's pretty amazing that I could have such a great week with him....and I am not looking for reasons to not "like" him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him alot.....and I think he likes me too........so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that tonight I will go home with guy, and we spend the weekend together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3258708800719129632?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3258708800719129632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3258708800719129632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3258708800719129632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3258708800719129632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-of-nowhere.html' title='Out of Nowhere!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2611051361091083767</id><published>2008-01-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:07:08.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell Have I been??</title><content type='html'>WOW...an entire month has come and gone....yikes.  And there is so much to update....with my many men.  And there is a new one....and I hope he goes well.  I spent last night with he and his friends watching the football game....damn, he's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew told me he loves me. We are "just friends" now--still kinda date like when we are together though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael calls me 3-4 times a day,and we are pretty close emotionally---just not physical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept with Kevin---and it was a total dud...he got his...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bret brought me breakfast last week to work, came to poker on Friday and sat with me for 4 hours.....drinking, laughing and talking.  Was awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is much more to all of these stories....and I don't want to forget, so I am going to have to go back and fill in the blanks.......I am having fun though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2611051361091083767?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2611051361091083767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2611051361091083767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2611051361091083767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2611051361091083767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-hell-have-i-been.html' title='Where the Hell Have I been??'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8639840131998449785</id><published>2007-12-10T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:15:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Getting Home....</title><content type='html'>because I was with Matthew all night.  And nope...it wasn't at all like I would have wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have gained like 10 pounds...which is why I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, he had another woman with him...and she is an exotic dancer...and pretty hot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, clearly they've slept together...and she was hanging on him...and I felt like a third wheel---but she had invited me to go to karaoke with them...and I couldn't resist hearing him sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I have it...my night to come home early....sleep...and the Universe brings him to me...and we didn't even get to kiss....oh, i feel cheated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am soooooo not going to feel bad about anything that I may or may not do with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8639840131998449785?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8639840131998449785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8639840131998449785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8639840131998449785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8639840131998449785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-getting-home.html' title='Just Getting Home....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3237869806046752595</id><published>2007-12-09T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:36:08.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Thinks My Heart Is Gonna Be In Trouble</title><content type='html'>Ruh Roh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I went to lunch again this past Wednesday (and he paid...and when we hugged bye, it was full body, and he made that sound that I love while he was hugging me)...and again he came into the office everyday this past week. On Thursday, he told me I should have called him for lunch...and well, I went over to his apartment on Friday and worked on his computer to try and fix some bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave him his birthday presents....he loved the art...he was so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had made me tea and it was waiting for me, he had candles going, and we sat next to each other on the couch...and every once in awhile he would lean over or close, and I would feel the electricity current go through me. He showed me a picture and was standing right behind me, and I thought I was going to faint---not literally, but I felt like my head was spinning. Then we went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time in his truck, and lunch was fun, we ate, shared each other's food and it was relaxed. On the drive back, I was a little tipsy, and I touched his hair and asked him if he uses conditioner, and he asked me if he had put too much patchouli on---i said i didn't smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to his place, and I did some more with his computer, and at one point, his head was right next to mine. I couldn't breathe 'cause my head was swimming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got into an argument with his ex-wife, so we just sat there and I let him vent. I needed to leave to go to work---but I didn't want to go...I tried to leave twice...and kept staying....then he was like, "you really need to go?" and I said, "I do...or I will be very late"---and we walked outside, and talked a bit more, and then we hugged....and hugged....and I left on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed him all weekend...and I feel like something changed between us. I'm not sure though. And I dare not get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I haven't seen Troy for 3 weeks...I really miss him. Not sure what is up with that. We are only talking like every other day now.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;Matthew came to work on Thursday, and at opportune moments winked at me. And then I sang karaoke....and took my cues from him. I think I passed with flying colors---cause his wife was there too. I'm sure that no one could tell anything. And when we were leaving he hugged me goodnight with both arms and then dropped one...I should have whispered in his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him yesterday for a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;I just weighed myself....I have gained 13 pounds....I have got to get in the gym...and stop eating so damn much.....no wonder clothes are tight.&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;Tony called me for the first time on Friday night. I had seen him on Thursday night, but I was on edge that Mike might come in anytime, and see me flirting with this boy.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;That is the scoop...I'm sure I updated about last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3237869806046752595?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3237869806046752595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3237869806046752595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3237869806046752595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3237869806046752595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-thinks-my-heart-is-gonna-be-in.html' title='Me Thinks My Heart Is Gonna Be In Trouble'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5393797489377635702</id><published>2007-12-02T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:39:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell?</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of being the go to girl when guys are lonely and sad. Why do I have to be the one they call when they want companionship? Michael couldn't get enough time with me this past week...until Friday...he called for directions to a bar---and I didn't hear from him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch on Wed and Thursday, and he called me at the office 4 times that day.  (P.S.--how did I forget to write that he came to the bar on Thursday night, and that I walked him to his truck and had my hands on his leg...and we hugged and kissed each other like 4 times! Just a peck...but maybe he isn't sure what to do....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew called me on Friday night---he just had a bad beat...I'm actually pleased that he thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy isn't talking to me as much....Shannon seems to have a secret girlfriend and I'm the only one that knows (since I'm not in the loop, he says).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for someone to fall for ME....like in the movie "Because I Said So." And for him to be all the things I want in a partner...I want to feel loved, appreciated and like a queen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my second sexual prime to pass me by. That would totally suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5393797489377635702?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5393797489377635702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5393797489377635702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5393797489377635702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5393797489377635702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7060424387545602618</id><published>2007-11-18T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:03:35.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing, et al.....</title><content type='html'>Okay....I've kissed three different men in one week---only had sex with one of them.  Kevin--who showed up out of the blue...and I went home with him.  I realized that since the sex isn't so great....what I really enjoy is the cuddling, and the kissing, and just being held...and talked to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was last Friday.  Someone else showed back up last Friday.  Matthew.  And he kissed me hello...and hugged me...and told me that he missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw him on Saturday for a brief moment.  And again on Monday....and he kissed me hello---while his girlfriend was outside.  And he stayed all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw him again Wednesday night...he showed up somewhere he knew I was going to be...but I didn't know he was going to be there....and well, we talked alot...and then we went to Karaoke....and this very obese woman was hitting on him, and touching him, and I was getting disgusted and quite mad....I almost left several times.  I did sing two songs---nothing at all, and don't cry out loud.  A guy that used to be in Joe Cocker's band said I did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get how someone like her can be so secure in herself, that she could hit on him (in front of me---not that it looked like we were a couple) but clearly we were there together.  And she was sure that she was getting somewhere with him.  Maybe I'm the stupid one....and he is just a woman pleaser...making any and all women happy....and maybe he is a sex addict....and will lay anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk out with him...and he kisses me goodbye-...and says you know I can't kiss you more than that.  And I finally asked him what I have been dying to know all along....if he had gotten married....and he said you know that I did...and I said nope...I didn't.  You never answered me before when I would ask you.  It was cold...so we were snuggled against his car...and he tells me that they are already in counseling...and I just came out and asked him why did he get married?  He said she has been my best friend for a long time...and I don't know.  Then I said, just one week before we were making out...and then you went and got married...we didn't even get a chance to fully explore one another....and he said he knows, and that everytime he hears "suddenly I see"--he thinks of me....and that he thinks of that night often because it was so much fun---and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got in his car....and said he would see me Friday....and then we looked at each other...and well, before I knew what was happening....we were kissing...very passionately.....and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to see if he would really show up on Friday.  And he did, and he looked gorgeous....and he kept coming to me, and hugging me, and touching me.  At one point, he hugged me from behind....and wrapped his arms around me.  I want that in my life....someone to hold me and to want to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had to leave, I went to the garage with him....he parked on the third floor....and we kissed, and kissed and kissed....and well, he said he is going to Vancouver, and I said when....and maybe I'd show up...and he said, i think there will be room for you.  My hands were under his shirt, and I was caressing his chest....and at one point, I put my finger in his pants...just to hook my finger...but i think he thought I was going to touch him....so he said no...not tonight....guess i should have cleared that up with him...then he got in his car....and we kissed several more times.&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I are supposed to go to dinner tonight---to celebrate our birthdays...he came to the club I was working on Thursday night, and visited with me for half an hour...and our body language was definitely saying yes!  And when he was leaving, he hugged me....and yup....kissed me....in front of all those people.....wowowow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just text him to see if he was going to make it back....i dont want to be alone tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday....and not one fucking person has called me yet.....and he knows its my birthday....that's why there is no point in celebrating it.....i don't mean anything to anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7060424387545602618?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7060424387545602618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7060424387545602618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7060424387545602618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7060424387545602618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/11/kissing-et-al.html' title='Kissing, et al.....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4396615142195702567</id><published>2007-11-03T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:17:16.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains It Pours</title><content type='html'>Okay...I haven't updated the blog because well, I am working about 80 hours a week right now...and trying to have a social life also.  And of course, my social life completely revolves around poker....therefore the men in my life all come from poker also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are new additions to my growing drama of men.  Troy, a very handsome, hilarious deaf man.  Eric, a newly divorced (March), father of four.  Shannon, another deaf man who is gentle, warm and wise beyond measure.....and there is still Michael.  Beautiful, gorgeous Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to say about the four of them...and yet, I am not really in the full writing mood that I need to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that yesterday, in celebration of Michael's birthday, I treated him to a haircut with my stylist, and then he and I went to a bar that he had not been to before, for happy hour.  I couldn't believe after all these months, that I was sitting across from this beautiful man in a bar.  We laughed and talked so easily with one another....if I didn't have to work...who knows where this may have gone.  We did make plans to have dinner on my birthday together.  It was all over much too quick....and as we walked back to the salon, I almost felt like we could have held hands.  It was a nice feeling.  I stood with him by his motorcycle and when we were saying goodbye--he went to hug me, and then...he kissed me!  My heart is singing today.....Michael kissed me....and the hug was so warm and inviting...we fit well...and I didnt want to let go.   Wowowowowowowowowowowowowow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric scares me....not him literally....what I am feeling for him, and sensing about "us" is scaring me a little bit....and it's gonna take longer than I have today for me to write about him.  I'll just say that my heart may already be in trouble with him....and we haven't spent any alone time together yet.  And he has already been kind, thoughtful and generous with me...and warm.  He is probably scared too.....and approaching with caution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4396615142195702567?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4396615142195702567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4396615142195702567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4396615142195702567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4396615142195702567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains It Pours'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1961055124285133467</id><published>2007-10-31T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T04:53:38.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did The Time Go By.....So Fast?</title><content type='html'>Wow, the last day that I wrote anything about my escapades was in August.  Truthfully, not much has happened since---sexually anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some interesting men enter my life however....including some deaf guys that I am totally infatuated with.  And the divorced man with 4 children....shit....gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1961055124285133467?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1961055124285133467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1961055124285133467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1961055124285133467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1961055124285133467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-did-time-go-byso-fast.html' title='How Did The Time Go By.....So Fast?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7289076165904890985</id><published>2007-08-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:12:03.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Month!</title><content type='html'>Some incredible things have happened!  Like I had sex with two different guys in one month!  And could have had a third!  Wowsers!  The new guy, Matt, is into polyamory and doesn't really  know it...but he is spiritual too.  And nice looking....and I actually had an impromptu date with him that included poker, drinks, karaoke and sex.....It was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Will Downing right now...and well...his voice is making me want.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I invited another guy to come to a party with me...and he said yes, right away...not like the other idiots that didn't even respond!  I would have slept with him last night....dont know if i like him...but we can be sex partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am wanting more and more sex because of the stress right now...I am having to support B. emotionally since his mom is in the hospital and might die anyday now.  And I am in charge of the office...and the two children are lost...they dont have any ability to function properly....even to help B. out.  it's pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is about sex....and being with somebody, intimately, and getting comfortable with my body...and my sexuality...and my spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a three hour IM with someone I find strangely hot....and he hasn't been with anyone for two years....and both of us were pretty damn hot for each other....and we made plans...but the next day he was embarrassed....so I've backed off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am coming around to myself....that would be nice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7289076165904890985?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7289076165904890985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7289076165904890985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7289076165904890985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7289076165904890985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-month.html' title='What A Month!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2083069948367154749</id><published>2007-08-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T08:45:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Updates</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday night, K. came around...and I ended up going to his place and we had sex for three hours.  It was great...no hold bars...and I enjoyed it greatly...and he was very kind...and it seems like he may like me...he brought up a guy that only one other person knew about...and now that friendship is gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday, fucking Scott calls and says he needs some stuff from the house.  He hasn't been here in 3 months...and he tried to make his emergency, my emergency....and I wasn't having it.  I was at work...and couldn't leave.  So...he showed up at the office, and my heart fell to the ground.  He was gorgeous, and looked exactly like he did when I first met him.  And then when he talked, he reeked of alcohol...and when I asked him when he got here, he hesitated then told me Saturday night.  The asshole was here for 3 days...and didn't even call...and if he had had his key...he wouldn't have called at all.  So...I think the writing is pretty clear on the wall.  I spent much time in therapy on this...and it's only right now, I think.  And, I am gonna turn the phone off, I'm pretty sure.  So I was a wreck all day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Monday night, Mike came on his Harley to the bar...and he was fine, fine, fine.  When he hugged me to greet me, he kissed my forehead.  And then we sat together, and we ate, and then when I sat with him, my legs were inside his...it was awesome....and then he said that I could ride on his Harley with him...and when he hugged me bye---i melted....he is out of this world....and we still talk everyday....and I told him about Scott.  I could so fall for him--maybe I already have.  I may be asking him to move in....I at least think he and I could talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, Joey got a little bit drunk, and kept hugging me...I have a crush on him, too.  And Andrew was there, cute...cute....cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I called K. on the way home, and he answered...and we bantered a bit...and I told him that he wouldn't have to do anything...he could do nothing....he left the door open for me, and I found him in his bedroom....and we laid there talking for a bit...and then we started kissing...and well.....I did have full control...and we talked about me restricting his hands...and about threesomes....and when he touched me, I was extremely turned on....and that surprised both of us.  It was nice....and I do like him....I just don't knowif anything could really come from it.  I slept over and left him while he was still sleeping...but I did leave him a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear anything from him yesterday....and I did want to go back over.  Clearly....if someone else had wanted to be with me....it wouldn't have mattered...so does that make me like Scott?  A user?  Or is it just my interest in being with others???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Chicago to see my 23 year old....woooooohoooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2083069948367154749?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2083069948367154749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2083069948367154749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2083069948367154749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2083069948367154749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/08/newest-updates.html' title='Newest Updates'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3240679159924207984</id><published>2007-07-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:21:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tide Has Turned.....</title><content type='html'>Interestingly enough, and I'm not really sure what is different about me, and why things are changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Toastmasters with Lance--a very nice looking, and gentleman.  He is kind, in tune, and well, professional.  And black....his eyes are beautiful.  And he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew likes me too....he helped me clean up on Thursday night...and he kept coming around all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Shannon showed up...and I was soo happy...it was awesome...and I had a good time.  They were all there...and happy with me...and I made him blush several times....I flirted with him, and I bought him a beer.  He was still playing, and I asked him if he wanted another one...and he gave me a drink coupon. Then I went to the restroom, and when I came back, he asked me where is my beer?  I laughed...and went and got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex even flirted with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lee kept his distance all night...and....he was hanging out with those stupid guys that hang out with the sluts....and the one short girl kept jumping on him, and they would take pictures of him.  Slllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaazzzzzzzzy......and I watched him looking at women....and he went and introduced himself to one woman...and then later in the night, I was coming back from the bathroom, and he was asking her/hinting about a shot of Tuaca to her...and she sat there for a second....and then got up and went and talked to her friends. On the inside I was laughing and I also saw him for what he is....and I am going to be immune to his charms.  I mean I guess I got it Tuesday night when he said that he wasn't into borrowing...that he'd rather have someone give him money...shit, who wouldn't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, Scott called me Friday night.  We had a nice conversation for about an hour.  It was adult, fun...and he is reading the Secret.  I think he misses me.  And I do miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything is going well in the men department....and I think Mauricio is gone....I feel bad that I missed out on him, but that is the lesson, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3240679159924207984?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3240679159924207984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3240679159924207984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3240679159924207984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3240679159924207984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/tide-has-turned.html' title='A Tide Has Turned.....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5359788827271995499</id><published>2007-07-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:17:54.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Fed Up With Men</title><content type='html'>I had a great day yesterday.....guys were buying me drinks....Mauricio showed up, and we had time to chat....and...this week, again, Mike and I are talking every morning...and today, we ran into each other at the bank!  He is soooooo cute....can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Mauricio said that after he got off, we would get together.  At 6:20pm, he text me asking me what I was going to do.  I text him back that I had no plans except him...and for him to call me when he got off of work.  I took a nap, expecting to hear from him around 930....and I didn't....and I'm very upset about it.  Stood up, fucking again.  I could have been home, sleeping and watching TV here---instead of waiting and being disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance did say we were still on for Friday and Toastmasters...and we flirted about the aphrodisiac candle.  I hope it wasn't too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew came by last night to get his charger, and he bought me two shots---he wouldn't let me buy....and I bought Mauricio 2 beers, and Lee had 6, and I bought Shannon two beers, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though all these other guys are possibilities----Mauricio standing me up hurts me and is very discouraging for me.  I'm actually pretty pissed off right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5359788827271995499?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5359788827271995499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5359788827271995499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5359788827271995499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5359788827271995499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/fucking-fed-up-with-men.html' title='Fucking Fed Up With Men'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3722190213994726810</id><published>2007-07-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:37:42.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Bolivian is back!</title><content type='html'>and he greeted me with,"hello beautiful".....now that is a greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh....I got soooooooooooo jealous, 'cause the bartender girl played and she kept sitting by him, and I wanted to sit by him....all i want to do is run my fingers through his hair...damn he is freaking hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he is moving this weekend...and I missed out on getting to know him.  I hope I get to spend some time with him this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee didn't come tonight....but we have been texting back to each other since i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to talk to Aaron for about an hour on the instant messenger. That was nice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3722190213994726810?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3722190213994726810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3722190213994726810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3722190213994726810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3722190213994726810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/hot-bolivian-is-back.html' title='Hot Bolivian is back!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-123707924443410791</id><published>2007-07-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:34:06.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Heck of A Week</title><content type='html'>Men wise...that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with Michael every morning before work....for 4 days in a row...and several times throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee said that people are thinking we are boyfriend and girlfriend, and based on how he was acting, he didn't seem to like it....which upset me. Then tonight, he did a complete 360...and was with me all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauricio came and played poker on Monday night, and the first session Tuesday night....and I think he is gone for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight, I was with Lance, and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there is James...my 23 year old hottie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got kissed on the cheek twice this week!  One by a Ben Affleck look alike that I stayed and talked with until 3am at the bar on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-123707924443410791?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/123707924443410791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=123707924443410791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/123707924443410791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/123707924443410791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-heck-of-week.html' title='One Heck of A Week'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3307214660119529308</id><published>2007-07-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:20:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title Function Not Working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting stronger I think.  Last night, I didn't buy Lee any drinks, even though I wanted to.  And I am flirting with a 23 year old and a 27 year old.  God, the 27 year old is HOT...and Bolivian.  And he's moving in 3 weeks.  So what do I have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text him today that I would like to hangout with him before he moves....and I will be seeing him again on Sunday.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am giving up on Lee...I just don't want to waste time and let an opportunity go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have some sort of positive adventure in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3307214660119529308?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3307214660119529308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3307214660119529308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3307214660119529308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3307214660119529308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/title-function-not-working-i-am-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7137598426733169072</id><published>2007-06-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:57:10.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions to be made</title><content type='html'>I'm at a crossroads.  I'm pretty much over Scott...he hasn't been home since the beginning of May...and we barely even talk but once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in knee deep with Lee....I'v been sick for the past two weeks, so we haven't really hung out that much...so I asked him to dinner last night...and we had a grand time....he said he wanted to know what I had, 'cause it was like sleeping with someone and not knowing if they had syphillis or gonorrhea...and I said well, it's not exactly the same thing...and he said yes it is....and I said no...I so wanted to say, we aren't sleeping with each other.  He told me that he saved two cattle that were being swept down the river.  WOWOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the bar to play poker, and we had a great time.  He was teasing me so much, winking at me, and touching me alot...and I think I was flustered by him.  And I was soooooo turned on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike.....he called me everyday while I was sick...it was awesome....and he said that he would make me chicken soup next time.  He is sooooooooo nice....and soooooo hot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enter a new guy, M.  He's tall, latin and amazingly hot...I am gonna ask him to take me out dancing....I bet he can dance very good.....he was very kind to me when I was sick....offered to buy me soup, helped me work...I bought him some beers on Thursday night...and he said I was trying to take advantage of him.  Then later I sat by him, and he moved his legs around to mine and was pressing his legs into mine....and I didn't move away...in fact, I felt the rush of sexual energy that I haven't felt in some time.  And now, well, I can't get him out of my mind.  After the tournament was over, he said you have 10 minutes with me, you need to make the best of them...and then he said he had to leave in 10 minutes...and I said, oh....and he said, no it's not like that....I need to pick my roomate up.  And I said oh again.  So he helped me...and then he was talking to me...and oh...he's so cute...and then he had to go...and as he was leaving, he said you are making me a xxx player instead of a xxxx player....and that he would see me on Sunday.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7137598426733169072?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7137598426733169072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7137598426733169072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7137598426733169072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7137598426733169072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/decisions-to-be-made.html' title='Decisions to be made'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-6927472202266369646</id><published>2007-06-16T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:37:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee's Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>Ha!Ha!  I thought I had written about this.  I was nervous all Monday that he wasn't going to go..and was going to cancel on me.  And well, he didn't.  I picked him up, and we went to the restaurant....and he made alot of jokes about how nice it was....and both of us were very relaxed, and joking with each other.  I felt great....and he seemed to be enjoying me and my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is a food sharer!  That is good....we have been sharing plates on Tuesday's and Thursday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he thanked me many times for the nice dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to have our first date.....and he said, "next time...we will have to start earlier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud nine.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-6927472202266369646?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6927472202266369646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=6927472202266369646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6927472202266369646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6927472202266369646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/lees-birthday-dinner.html' title='Lee&apos;s Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-771498485963916251</id><published>2007-06-16T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:29:45.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Week</title><content type='html'>One, I am happy/sad to say that I only called Scott once...and haven't text him all week.  His friend, James showed up on Tuesday night, and asked me where Scott is...and I said I don't know...somewhere in Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it bad for Lee...and I'm not sure what is going to happen there.  Tuesday night we stayed til the bar closed...and he watched me go to my car...but we hugged about 6 times...and there was that brief pause...when I thought that something might happen.  I text him good night...and he text me back,"good night my young grasshopper."  I like the "my."  I went to sleep very happy that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night, he text me to tell me he won...and then he called me. Oh, I was so happy!  We only talked for a minute...but I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, he won again....and was in good spirits...we stayed til closing again...and he carried my stuff for me...and put it in the car for me...and then he made fun of me saying that I waltz in late....and he did the ballerina move to imitate me....ha! that means he is paying attention to when I come in.  Then he kept hugging me...and on one of the last times, I "accidently" kissed his neck...and he definitely has cologne on...I thought I was gonna faint.  But he didn't text me to say he got home safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was worried all day...he didn't come play the first session...and I felt like shit.  I had a migraine, took a nap between sessions, and could feel my throat closing up.  I was in a bad mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I went back inside...he was there....and right now, I am not sure if it was him or me....he did come over to me, when I didn't make any moves towards him...and he hugged me....did the waltz thing...but since I was being crabby...I wasn't really laughing.  I did catch him looking at me a couple of times, and during the break he did come try to joke with me...but when we got to the final table...he was joking with me...and I was really not in the mood....so then he stopped...and it seemed like he might have been confused---I wasn't talking to anyone--at all.  After he got out, I did go to talk to him....and then the game was starting so I had to go back to the table....and then he was gone....no good-bye...or anything.  And that upset me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what will happen tonight....I'm not drinking....and I am still feeling quite moody.  I hope I behave myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-771498485963916251?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/771498485963916251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=771498485963916251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/771498485963916251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/771498485963916251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/hectic-week.html' title='Hectic Week'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4472971183957875373</id><published>2007-06-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:30:04.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Incredible Week--Lee</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I haven't written in a week now....I will probably have forgotten some of the "special" little things that have taken place between he and I....so I'm gonna try and remember it all.....all I know is that he makes me happy....and we are having fun together...I just don't want to recreate another relationship like I had/have with Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lee Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.....and I feel like every night we get just a little step closer to one another.  On Thursday night, we stayed at the bar til it closed....and he slapped me on my ass again...and he put french fries in my mouth (which I always think is romantic)....and we had a full on body hug...him on ground, me on curb....and everynight I drive home smelling like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, we did many shots together....and I did get a little smashed....but everything remained in check....I had him open my car door for me....I handed him my key....and he told me that 3 people asked him if we are together....and he told one guy that he could hit on me...and I said don't do that....and then later, I was sitting next to Lee ...and the guy said,"see you two are together." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was fun...and after midnight he tells me that it is his birthday...so we did some shots....and I asked him if I could take him out to dinner for his birthday.....and he hemmed and hawed about it.....said maybe....and then when we went outside, he said yes! OH MY FREAKING GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who doesn't date.....who is afraid of women......said yes to going to dinner with me!&lt;br /&gt;And I was a nervous wreck yesterday....completely....I was worried he was going to cancel, and back out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't!!!!!! And he let me drive him....and he has great manners....and we were relaxed and joking with each other all night.....we did get rushed towards the end....and he said the next time we do this....we will have to start earlier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooohooooooooooooooooooo!  he said next time!  that means he had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh....when I look at him.....wowowowowowowowowowowow.  I don't think he has any idea how hot he is.... he is like a late bloomer....shy and innocent....and he got burned......funny how we are alike like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i have to go do some other things....so I gotta go.....I'll try to write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4472971183957875373?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4472971183957875373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4472971183957875373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4472971183957875373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4472971183957875373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-incredible-week-lee.html' title='Long Incredible Week--Lee'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2391186260531197987</id><published>2007-06-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:33:56.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Get Myself In The Friend Zone????</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I went to the restaurant to meet A. and her husband.  Of course, Lee was there playing poker...and we were sitting outside.  I went inside, and he immediately was very happy to see me, and I guess who wouldn't be, if you knew you could drink on my dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we spent alot of down time together, and at the end of the night, I played very loose so that I could spend time with him.  He brought up my text to him from last Wednesday about going to the other restaurant....and he said you can go wherever you want.  And I said, I am trying to be conscientious of you...and he said you're a human being and can go where you want....we aren't married.  To which I replied, "oh...I know we aren't married!"  Then he says that is why I am single, so I don't have to answer to anyone.  And then he brings up my letter...and says, "you said that we are just friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too fucking inexperienced and naive and tired to figure out what the hell he meant by this whole conversation.  On the one hand, I know that when we are together....we are together--he seems to only have eyes for me.  But...why would he say we aren't married?  And why wouldn't he  say we are just friends...instead of saying it like it is because of me that we are friends.  It really is kind of crazy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a text from dickhead Scott.....asking me about the fucking drum.  I'm not answering him. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck him.......I'm so done....with all of them....men I mean.....I should just go back to fucking women.  Not fucking as in sex---but fucking as in adjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out before I say something I don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2391186260531197987?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2391186260531197987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2391186260531197987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2391186260531197987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2391186260531197987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-i-get-myself-in-friend-zone.html' title='Did I Get Myself In The Friend Zone????'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4743379521747921511</id><published>2007-06-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:08:09.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Heart Is Telling Me....</title><content type='html'>that we are falling for Lee in a big way.  Now, he didn't show up Friday night...and I was a little peeved about it...since he made such a big deal about it...and I text him...and he didn't answer me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I watched a show on TV, and decided that I would stay in.  I wondered if he would wonder where I was...and if I would hear from him.  I didn't, and I slept from 9pm - 10am.  I guss I needed the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, when he came in, my heart lept....and he came early too...he only started doing that since I started working....and of course, I started buying his beers.  He sat by me too, once he got out....and he even ate!  It's the first time I ever saw him eat...and now I know that he likes ranch...and okra.  I asked him about Saturday night, and he said that he didn't do well...and where was I?  I told him that i decided to stay home and was asleep at 9...and about the ticket from Friday night.  I didn't ask him where he was Friday night---although I should have, since he asked me where I was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up sitting next to him...and he kept grabbing my leg under the table...and I did the same to him...and he played a great joke on me again!  He had Jennifer tell me that my car window was open...even though I should have known that it wasn't!  It was good...'cause I really believed it...until I saw his face!  I am gonna have to think of a good joke to get even with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people think we are together...I don't know...I mean he doesn't touch anyone else...and he tickled me a couple of times too...and I leaned my head on his shoulder a couple of times....when he got out, I went to the bar and chatted with him a bit, but I didn't have the courage to ask him about dinner...so....I'll just try again tomorrow night.  He gave me a hug and told me he had fun...and I said me too.  On the way home, I text him that I was going home a new way...and that I enjoyed his company--u jokester u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow night! &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Scott is gonna be SOL.  I did clean and do some reorganizing...and I did some laundry for him...but the bank is closed.  I called and text him on Friday...and he text back that he barely had bars...and I haven't heard from him yet....so whatever....he's on his own.  I'm done, one, done.....it's too much.  He's talking to other people ad ignoring me....and I'm the one that has been supporting him.....enough is enough is enough......right?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4743379521747921511?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4743379521747921511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4743379521747921511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4743379521747921511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4743379521747921511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-heart-is-telling-me.html' title='Me Heart Is Telling Me....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-6817673521695395022</id><published>2007-06-01T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:42:29.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Night With Lee</title><content type='html'>First, I have to say that again, I haven't heard anything from Scott since Saturday night...and well...I am definitely getting over him...and it.  The fact that he doesn't return my calls or my texts...and its my fucking phone is pissing me off....not to mention all his shit in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Lee is shining like a bright star. And last night didn't start well...'cause I was jealous that he was looking at some girls that were modeling.  He did start to slowly warm up though...and by the end of the night, he asked me to stay at the bar and hang out with him and Bill.  I did...and then Bill left.  He kept caressing my face, and tickling me....and I kept touching his leg or his arm, and rubbing his back.  Then a guy came and bought us a drink...and I let him and Lee do all the talking...Lee really is amazingly beautiful.  We joked about him being a genius...then it was time to go.  He had talked about his father...and a roadtrip that they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to the elevator and he was joking with me that he was on 5--and the elevator doesnt even go to 5..and when I got off the elevator, he slapped me on the ass!!!!  so we were laughing about that....and then when we got near his car, he asked if I wanted him to carry the box...and I said yes...so he did...then we were kind of goofy...walking into each other, and he hugged me from behind a couple of times, and we were laughing and joking...and he hugged me like 3 times....and I was trying to walk him to his car...and he was trying to walk me to mine.  He even said he was going to get into my car and hotwire it.  I laughed...he doesn't even fit!  So he said, I am trying to be a gentleman...and he even opened the door for me.  I felt uncomfortable and told him, I am not used to this!  thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stood there talking to me...and then he said that he would see me tomorrow night...and I said you will?  And he said yes...and I said are you sure???  I was definitely being coy!  Of course I am going to be there.  I did text him good night and sweet dreams....he text me back at 3:30am...I was surprised that he was still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Amanda today that even though its slow...I enjoy being with him....and she said him slapping me on the ass should wipe out any thoughts that I might have about him being uncomfortable with me around---no guy would do that if he was trying to send a go away message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am falling for him.....alot.....and I want to do more with him...Amanda said let him be the man...so I guess I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-6817673521695395022?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6817673521695395022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=6817673521695395022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6817673521695395022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6817673521695395022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazing-night-with-lee.html' title='An Amazing Night With Lee'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8745411559203853221</id><published>2007-05-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:29:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is In For A Run</title><content type='html'>Lee text me tonight that he was indeed at the bar: "I'm at xxxx's!"  To which I text back that I was at another bar playing poker.  I text him later if he was still in, and he replied yes.  I decided that I would drive the 15-20 minutes to go see him...if he was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there...he was happy to see me, and he hugged me and said you are driving all over!  We ended up at the same table...and I got busted out very early....then he got knocked out...so we sat at the bar and watched the basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn that he is one of four children, he is the middle child and has two brothers and a sister.  He said he can boil water, he has a college degree--history/political science.  He is still interested in both.  He asked me if I cook...and he said that we should try this other beer next time...he asked what nationality I am...and he asked me if I told A. about her being filipino.  He also told me that his brother had a girlfriend that was a geisha...and one of his brother's lives in SLC.  He is so damn fine...I couldn't keep my eyes off of his chest....perfect amount of hair...and his moustache/goatee around his mouth....damn...damn...damn....then he went to the restroom...and I went by the front door...and I walked him to his car, and he hugged me bye.  Maybe A. is right...maybe he doesn't know that I like him.  Or maybe he isn't interested that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to ask him to go to dinner with me next Monday.  Can't wait til tomorrow night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8745411559203853221?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8745411559203853221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8745411559203853221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8745411559203853221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8745411559203853221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-heart-is-in-for-run.html' title='My Heart Is In For A Run'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3647683954214883149</id><published>2007-05-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:33:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Decisions To Be Made</title><content type='html'>Had an interesting night last night....and I need to decide what to do....about the men in my life.  Amanda told me that maybe I am not giving them the right signals at all....that I think they can tell I like them...but I'm not really behaving that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian--I'm done trying to recreate that first night.  I have text him, and called him, and I'm done chasing him.  Period.  We can't have a relationship anyway, so why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike--Same thing.  I'm done chasing him. I don't have the energy or the time...I'd sleep with him in a heartbeat...it's gonna be up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee--last night was great...I ended up buying him 9 beers?  That is crazy!  And as a joke, I had the bartender ask him if he wanted to close his tab...and he was like right....he did a good joke on me too....we did have fun together, and I sat next to him for the second session, and he kept touching my leg and whispering in my ear.  I did ask him if he was going to play on Monday, and he said he didn't know, but I could still go by myself.  And I looked at him and said,"I know I can go by myself."  I must have said it kind of harshly, cause he looked at me a little strange...and I said I just don't have as much fun cause I haven't made it to the final table, not once...and its frustrating.  He also made a joke about me and vibrators...I couldn't believe he said that!  He hugged me several times last night, and also tickled me a couple of times.  He told us that they make organic feed for the cattle...how cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like him very much....but I really can't keep spending money on him like this.  I could do alot with that $20, and well...I'm not getting enough back from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott--called me several times, and we then talked on the phone for over an hour.  He was drunk of course, but I did get to see a different side of him.  He was talking to the dogs, and talking to them about love, and them needing to be loved....at one point, I said that's nice...and he said "You're nice."  And I said "I know."  He asked me about my dog, and what happened...and he kept saying he was sorry, and then he apologized that he didnt have the phone.  And he brought it up twice about my text message.  The first time, I said I'm sorry, and he said I'm sorry too.  The second time he brought it up---he said your message said thanks for being a friend to me today on the day my dog died.  And I said, no it didn't say that...and he said well that was the jist of it, wasn't it?  And I said I guess so...but I didn't say it that way.  And all of a sudden he said, I have to go.  And I said, no...we aren't going to end the conversation this way....and he totally switched the conversation....and made it light.  He ignored my question...how many times do I need to apologize?  We talked about the dogs....and he told me that the dogs love him more than anyone else...and that he was there to help get them...it was nice to hear him use the word, love......and I think we are going to be okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we are going to have to have a chat for sure....I need him to be on my side...and to help me, and support me like I do him.  And I need to not be afraid to talk to him...especially since he is so much a part of my life.  For better or worse....we are together for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;I did have a long talk with Amanda last night about the guys in my life, and I just don't understand why I get into these situations with men...where I become their caretaker, protector, confidante...and I don't get that back from them.  I told her that they were all the same to some extent...and she said well, Mike did offer to dig the hole.  And she told me that she is over Loren....and that hurt me a little bit.  I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched, 'Step Up' and was upset that I don't have anyone to love me, hold me and look at me with love in their eyes.  I don't want to be alone anymore....I want to be loved and appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I'm out of here......I'm sad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3647683954214883149?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3647683954214883149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3647683954214883149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3647683954214883149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3647683954214883149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-decisions-to-be-made.html' title='Some Decisions To Be Made'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1387858223021362139</id><published>2007-05-25T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:59:48.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week!</title><content type='html'>Mike showed up on Tuesday night! with a very hot friend, too.....and he was very happy to see me and kept hugging me....and that made Lee come over to me....and then while Lee was talking with me, Mike came over and hugged me a couple more times...and Lee walked away.  Amanda thinks it is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee and I stayed at the bar til it closed....and he was tickling me, and then I started to tickle him back...and then I walked him partway to his car...and he hugged me full...and he was singing to me all night too.  I text him sweet dreams....and he text me back the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Mike called me after he finished at court...I was his first call...then I called him at lunch and we talked for half an hour.  He is sooo sweet.  I text Lee asking him if he was playing anywhere...and he text back that he was not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee text me yesterday asking who was working...and then he text me that he would see me tonight at 10...then he said that his waitress is wishy-washy. and I text back"What? You won't get anybetter personal service anywhere!"  And he replied, "he he"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if he got the double entendre?  He did show up....and he came and hugged me right away...he didn't last long, so I went and stood with him at the bar...and I gave him the wallet size picture of his straight flush.  I text him thanks for playing when he left.  I cant wait to see him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from Scott since Monday night when he text me....I'm a mess about that....but oh well....what can I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1387858223021362139?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1387858223021362139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1387858223021362139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1387858223021362139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1387858223021362139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-week.html' title='What A Week!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8448897291111320949</id><published>2007-05-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:37:54.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Days</title><content type='html'>Sunday, I spoke with Carlos for about half an hour...it was an enjoyable conversation.  Then I went outside to spend time with my dog, and found him to not be in a very good state---which got me very upset...and I knew that he was going to go to doggy heaven soon.  So I decided I'd go play poker.  Well, I ended up working...and Lee showed up for the second session...and we were at the same table....but I didn't get a chance to talk to him---so I text him that I had a shitty day, and would he hang out with me afterwards.  I got us water moccasins, too.  After we were done, he did sit with me for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had text Brian about going over but didn't hear from him....and no word from Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, when I woke up, my baby had transitioned to doggy heaven.  So I called Mike to see if he had anything to dig a big hole with--besides a shovel.  He actually offered to come dig the hole for me!  I was sooooo touched by that.  I called and left a message for Scott---no return call.  Amanda was sweet and offered to come over.  I text Lee also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to bury him myself....and then Mike called and we spoke for half an hour.  I hope he goes tonight...I really would like to see him outside of the office.  i was pissed at Scott and I text him, "Thanks a fucking lot for caring about me today."  Amanda took me to dinner and Lee was there...and then he left....we went outside and I checked the phone...and Scott had left me a message....couldn't really understand it--except that he hoped everything was okay and it is terrible, and for me to call him when I got the message.  Then I felt bad....but Amanda pointed out that he could have called earlier....he could have texted earlier....and that I shouldn't feel bad at all.  Then we started talking about who would I really choose?  Scott or Lee....and right then, as Amanda is explaining the difference to me, who pulls into the parking lot, in his hot car blaring music?  And Amanda said, look at that, right on cue.  Then she looked up and said thank you for being with me on this one.  He put some oil in his car or something....and then and he came over to us and said,"sorry to hear about your dog."  And I said thank you.....and I introduced him to Amanda....and then he said he went home and watched Heroes....then we talked about Buffy, and Angel.  I told Amanda after he went inside---how much more perfect can he get???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked her, can you tell I like him?  And she said definitely....you are all googoo eyes.  I asked her if she thinks he can tell....and she said she didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S0 I was seated behind him...I only bought him one beer...and then when we both got knocked out, we sat at the bar til he finished his beer....then we went outside and I gave him the beer glass...and he joked and said he will use it to put the brake fluid in his jeep.  He did say thank you, and that I was thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I'm gonna prove to him that I am safe and okay.  We said goodbye...and as he was leaving, he said manana.....so i am going to look forward to seeing him tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in my car, there was a text from Scott....Don't fuckin cuss me. Ever.  I called him immediately...no answer.  I text.  then I called...and I text...nothing....I checked phone this morning...and he had to have gotten the message earlier in the day yesterday....and he hasn't checked the voicemail since last night.  I text him this morning.....please dont be mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.  I was actually paranoid that he came home and had read my chat with aaron--cause I didn't turn computer off.  I won't be making that mistake again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8448897291111320949?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8448897291111320949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8448897291111320949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8448897291111320949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8448897291111320949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy Days'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-448648806784286248</id><published>2007-05-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T11:58:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...A Whole Week!</title><content type='html'>And there are a great many things to write about....almost too much to write about, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott---is in Portland again, and he left last Friday after we had an amazing night...and again, we almost had sex. I did give him a BJ....and I almost took my clothes off....but...it didn't get to that. Unfortunately. And it really was a beautiful night together....he was reaching out for me...and we wrestled, and were like two little kids...my therapist thinks that he was probably sexually abused---cause some of his behaviours aren't typical of a man....and he feels like something happened to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Tuesday, we talked on the phone for 1.5 hours til 4am...and he did say something about being molested.  But it was one of the best talks that I think we have ever had...and when we hung up, I felt very warm and fulfilled by our conversation.  I felt like we had gone to another level together.  And of course, since that night, I haven't spoken or heard from him (voice or text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Michael sent me a text that he was "sorry. truly." I liked that.  I hope he will come out this next Tuesday night!  We had a nice chat on Monday when he came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee:  didn't show up on Monday...Tuesday, he came to the second session only, but I heard his voice, and my heart started dancing.  He is just so damn beautiful..and I ended up spending alot of money on him.  He also won...and when we were standing there talking, I put both of my hands on his chest, and told him I was very proud of him.  Thursday night, he came and we got to hang out a little bit.  Friday night, he came to the second session only and again we had a good time....he went and sat with some chicks though...and I didn't like it at all...I was very jealous.  He didn't say bye again that night.  Last night was a little different though....probably 'cause there is a new guy coming around me...and he must be able to see it.  Several times we were looking at each other from across the room and locking our eyes...and at first, I thought it was just me, but one time, he was way across the bar...and he lifted his beer to toast to me.  He definitely came around me more last night since the new guy was around me.  Another guy was trying to get me to go home with him....And then when it was time to go, I went outside and he went to the restroom.  I put my stuff in the car, and went to Lee's car, and when he came out, he said don't be walking around my car...and I said, I will walk where I want.  Then he hugged me and got in his car...and I stood in his door, with my hands on his thigh....and asked him if he wanted to go eat...and he said he tries not to eat at that time to watch his girlish figure.  And then he said...uh oh...Taylor is watching me and saying you bastard...I wanted to take her home.  And I looked at Lee and said, well that isn't happening ever.  And then he was goofing around and moved the jeep...and then would say no I didn't...and I made some joke about being waitress...and he said, you are doing just fine....and he caressed the side of my face...it was sweet and gentle....and I saw him look at my cleavage once (what little I have)....and we goofed for a few more minutes...then I did the same and caressed his face....and asked, "will I see you tomorrow?"  And he said he is going to try and make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floating after that....and I'm worried because my heart is falling more and more in like with him.....he really is a beautiful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new man:  Carlos, first showed up on Tuesday night....and I could tell that he was instantly attracted to me....and he has been with me every night  (where I work) except Wednesday...and today I called him and we talked on the phone for about half an hour...and he wants me to call him later.  I said I would.  He is very nice....great energy, cute....has a son, and I've already told him things about me that I wouldn't normally have told anyone!  ruh roh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we'll see what happens tonight.....no drinking...and no money to buy Lee's drinks either.  Go figure.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-448648806784286248?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/448648806784286248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=448648806784286248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/448648806784286248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/448648806784286248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/damna-whole-week.html' title='Damn...A Whole Week!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8862305150964671603</id><published>2007-05-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:28:29.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday to Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>Scott and I were up til 7:30am yesterday...goofing around...laying on the couch together.  It was fun...and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night of course was seeing Lee...and he hugged me twice when he left..and toasted me twice.  I so enjoy his big arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I was going to Taco Bell..and my phone rang, and I thought it was gonna be Scott---and it was Michael!  For a booty call!  My first booty call ever at 2:30am...well, I know that Scott has called me late like this...but this call was definitely about sex....we talked on the phone for almost 30 minutes..and Taco Bell was closed.  Again, he told me that I am way above average and that he can't wait to be with me again.  This coming from a 48 year old...and I just wish it was coming from Scott.  Oh well---at least I know I am wanted.  Then we had text messaging sex.  I can't even believe that I wrote some of the things I wrote...or that he wrote back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: What are you going to do to satisfy yourself?&lt;br /&gt;me: very explicit described what he and I would be doing.&lt;br /&gt;him:R u using toys while fantasizing?  (haha! I was driving my car)&lt;br /&gt;me: yes&lt;br /&gt;him: what kind of vibes do you like?&lt;br /&gt;me: I have several (remember, I've been celibate for over 5 years!)&lt;br /&gt;him: Nice!&lt;br /&gt;me: What are you going to do to take care of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;him: Nada. Waiting for the real thing.  (Riiiiiigggggggght...like I believe that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking horny after Lee, then this with Michael.....I was hoping that Scott was gonna be tanked...and want to mess around.  Unfortunately no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, I got tanked....and Lee was involved....we had two shots and several beers between us...and he had me drive him to his car...and he leaned over and hugged me in my car,  and I think I kissed his neck (I thought he was going to kiss me, and I would have!)  I know that I caressed his neck...and oh my god...he feels and smells so good.  It was about a 20 minute drive to his car....so we had a nice drive...and I touched his leg several times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As A pointed out today...when comparing Michael, Scott and Lee.....who is the one that doesnt fit...and well...it's Scott...but how can I stop loving him just like that....and already be falling for Lee....when we haven't even been out.  Oh gosh...he reminds me of Joseph, soooooo very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floating on the way home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Scott was kind of a dick...and I told him I guess we won't see each other til fucking Wednesday then....and he got pissy too....so...I actually just got up off the couch and went to my room without saying a word...and I didn't even go say good morning or good bye to him.  I was pissed off this morning, also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't answer my texts all day...until tonight....He is sitting at home...and I'm going to go see Lee.  I shouldn't drink tonight---since I'll be drinking tomorrow night.  Even though tonight is the better night to drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8862305150964671603?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8862305150964671603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8862305150964671603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8862305150964671603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8862305150964671603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday-to-sunday-night.html' title='Saturday to Sunday Night'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1461229672043348947</id><published>2007-05-05T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:44:09.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday update</title><content type='html'>barely saw scott for 2 minutes before I had to leave...went to work...and Lee had the shirt on that he made with the t-shirt that I made him.  It was awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!  He owns a sewing machine...wowowowow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely time even though I was in a mood.  He asked me where I would be tomorrow...and I said here...this is the only place...unless we go to Rockport...he said let's go...and I said...ok...I'd go with you.  Then when he left, he gave me a full hug again, and I put my arms around his neck.  I hope he goes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Scott asked me if I was drunk...I said no...but he was kindof a dick...not wanting to share the couch...telling me to go to bed....etc....finally I got up and went to bed...and I didn't wake up til 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner together...and we had fun....I also bought him a 12 pack of beer, so hopefully he will be drunk, too when I get home.  Oh, it's hard when I am with him...and my heart melts...he was singing to me in the truck....and I loooooooooooooove that.  I even asked him to come with me tonight---what was I thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am off to work....and the adventure of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1461229672043348947?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1461229672043348947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1461229672043348947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1461229672043348947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1461229672043348947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-update.html' title='Friday update'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7674095882618357358</id><published>2007-05-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:59:12.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Interesting Week</title><content type='html'>Tuesday:  Went to the mall to see Z.  We spent three hours talking...and all I could think about was what I wanted to do to him, his mouth..and hands all over me.  I gave him the card and letter when I left...and we somewhat made plans to see each other that night....and I sent him some pretty explicit text messages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Scott came home...and he was happy to see me...as was I...and he immediately plopped himself in my spot on the couch...and I served him beer...and made a roasted garlic bulb for him.  We watched Little Miss Sunshine...and Thank You for Smoking...it was nice and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Went to work...Lee and Alex and Rob were there....and Alex put my hand on his nipple...he was a little smashed.  Rob was a little smashed.... Lee was great!  He was gonna leave...and he ended up staying til closing...and I was between his legs...somewhat..and he was tickling me...and when he took my keys and told me I had too many thingy's...and I have to let go of the baggage...and when he saw the G---he said I can't touch that---that stands for Gspot...and I said if that is what it stands for, you are most welcome to touch it...in fact I insist.  Then he said something about the Petsmart card being perky nipples...and he tickled me like 4 times...and we did talk a little.  Then it was time to go...and he told me to wait...but I decided to put my stuff in the car...and well...I fucked it up....again...'cause when he came out...I went to talk to him...and he said do me a favor...and I said of course...and he said...we have to make it look like we aren't talking 'cause she is sitting in her car watching....I said okay....yup--his stalker was there again.&lt;br /&gt;But he had a good time regardless....and I know he enjoyed his time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home....and Scott was still up...and maybe he was a little tipsy...we laughed...and he was physical with me in his own way...and he let me hold his legs...we were on opposite ends of the couch, and I had my hands in his pant legs...and of course...touching him, I feel the love that I have for him...and wonder if he knows it too.  We fell asleep together like that.  And he wasn't pulling his body away from me.....that was nice....he is still sleeping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it will be too much to go to Z's house for the party....I'm just gonna have to miss seeing Lance...it's gonna be too much for me.  And I don't want to miss the opportunity to see Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the update....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7674095882618357358?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7674095882618357358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7674095882618357358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7674095882618357358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7674095882618357358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-interesting-week.html' title='The Most Interesting Week'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8503577008898736813</id><published>2007-04-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:01:20.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the confusion!</title><content type='html'>Scott wont freakin answer me if he is coming back today or tomorrow...and I would like to know, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I saw Lee...and he hugged me when he saw me...and we got seated at the same table...and we sat next to each other...and I was nervous...but he seemed comfortable.  I ended up buying him two beers...he came in third place...but he was nervous afterwards hanging out with me...he kept getting up...he'd ask me questions...but then he wouldn't tell me anything...poor guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm torn between going tonight or not.  If I don't go...he might wonder what is up...and if I do go...he might not want me there.  This will probably be my last night going anyway...A. said that he probably wouldn't have told me about it, if he didn't want me there...but that was before.  And he probably would tell me if he didn't want me to be there.  But what if I go...and he isn't happy that I am there?  I will feel like shit....maybe I should just go home....it doesn't start for another hour and a half!  That is a long time...maybe I should take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8503577008898736813?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8503577008898736813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8503577008898736813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8503577008898736813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8503577008898736813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-confusion.html' title='Oh, the confusion!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4280963298675462681</id><published>2007-04-29T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:41:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my heart is headed for trouble!</title><content type='html'>I am falling.....falling....falling....for a 47 year old cowboy...who can dance, sing, plays poker, does art, and is a gentleman.  And he is absolutely gorgeous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen him 4 times this week already....and he has had a stalker....and I recognize that he is oh so different than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, he was standoffish...but then he warmed up when he saw that I wasn't hovering or lingering....and oh...my...when he winks...at me....my whole body just melts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do......i am already in trouble.....we are so much alike.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4280963298675462681?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4280963298675462681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4280963298675462681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4280963298675462681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4280963298675462681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-heart-is-headed-for-trouble.html' title='Oh, my heart is headed for trouble!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7591374644308231878</id><published>2007-04-23T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:52:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is in the air....or at least my beer!</title><content type='html'>Oh my!  Tonight was poker with Lee....and he was happy to see me...and then when he got out, he sat at the bar to finish his beer....and he asked me to sit with him...and then he went to the rest room...and when he came back...he asked me about what happened to me....and how it was similar to him.  And I touched his arm, and then he touched mine...and I told him that maybe the degree that we are fucked over determines how fucked in the head we are.  He said maybe you are right.  What is the most interesting and exciting to me is that he has been thinking about what we have been talking about....and putting some thought into it.  Wow!  That makes me happy!  Then we went outside...and I said I have a 10 page letter...and he said no.....it's okay...and I said...no I kept it to 3...and he said, I said 2...and I said...it is just 2!  And I gave him two of my essence stones....earth and wind.  When I gave him the bag---he said it's very heavy for two pages...I said I wrote them on tablets like the ten commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw my dolphin...he said, "uh, oh...she's into dolphins....look out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to do laundry....and I should have offered to go sit with him....and....he hugged me goodbye....and I said now you have something to read while you are doing laundry."  And the funny thing is that he asked me "what do you have?" which is what Joseph used to always ask me.....he reminds me of Joseph...and I think he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike came in today....and compared to Lee...unh uh.....Lee is too damn good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit...he did go yesterday...I should have gone...like I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott----he still hasn't come home....and our texting is down to once a day....what the hell is up with that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in trouble....with Lee....he's a real deal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7591374644308231878?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7591374644308231878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7591374644308231878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7591374644308231878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7591374644308231878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-is-in-airor-at-least-my-beer.html' title='Something is in the air....or at least my beer!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1717107390706028743</id><published>2007-04-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:58:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott</title><content type='html'>Is moved in, and slept here one night....and even though his stuff is here...i don't feel like he's here.  He hasn't been texting me like normal...and tonight he text me to play poker...but he didnt talk to me....so I quit...and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I sleep with his blanket, and his scent...and I miss him.....and it's only been 5 days....and if he had been here....none of the other stuff would have happened.  And that would have sucked....'cause it was fun...and I had a great time with myself and I met new people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooooooooo miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on sunday night when I was drunk...i text him that I wish he was here...'cuz I was fucking horny....why not???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1717107390706028743?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1717107390706028743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1717107390706028743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1717107390706028743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1717107390706028743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/scott.html' title='Scott'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3008041854635356533</id><published>2007-04-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:51:33.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another two new men</title><content type='html'>What the hell is going on?  All of a sudden it is raining men...halleluia...it's raining men....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 48 years old.  Beautiful spirit, kind heart, nice hands....great humor...strong family ties...and amazingly hot!  His family has been in Texas for 10 generations...how amazing.  I've seen him 6 times in one week.  And last night...it was just me and him...no one else that we knew...and we sat next to each other...and our legs were touching under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  26 years old.  Hot...hilarious...and goofy!!!!!!!!!!!!  I've seen him three times in one week.  And will see him again tomorrow night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3008041854635356533?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3008041854635356533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3008041854635356533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3008041854635356533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3008041854635356533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-two-new-men.html' title='Another two new men'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-947183807085820064</id><published>2007-04-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:37:57.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had SEX...GLORIOUS SEX!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>we played pool---then went upstairs...and once we started kissing--I was a gonner.....man oh man does he kiss good.....and well...I could just have kissed him all night.  But then he took my shirt off...and started kissing and caressing my breasts (I had bruises the next day)...and I lost any control or inhibition that I had...and I think because it was him---and he was so good....that I let myself go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't climax....but he was blown away...and kept saying how great it was...and he came three times....and he didn't pull away afterwards....we slept next to each other all night...and in the morning...I wanted another round...but we only had time for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left his place---he kissed me, gave me a hug...and asked me if he was ever going to see me again......I told him in about 5 months...and he said so in November?  That was sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him on Sunday at work...and asked him why he didn't play on Saturday night...and he said 'cause you wore me out!  And I needed to sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night...i got a little bit drunk...and before Lee showed up...I text him asking if he wanted to come over....he didn't answer...oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I text him asking if he was busy....and he said he was going to go home...so I asked if he wanted to hang out....he decided to not go home...so I text him to call me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I slept with him...and it was sooo good---even though he was definitely the smallest ever!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-947183807085820064?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/947183807085820064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=947183807085820064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/947183807085820064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/947183807085820064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-sexglorious-sex.html' title='I Had SEX...GLORIOUS SEX!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2630761414863290765</id><published>2007-04-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:23:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Craziest Week Ever</title><content type='html'>Scott went to Portland last weekend.  We did text quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                      &lt;/strong&gt;I worked poker....and two hot guys were there. Lee and Dustin.  Both flirted with me alot, and I as well with them.  Dustin invited me to come play on Wednesday at his other league.  I talk to Scott on the phone.  I sleep at Scotts instead of going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Scott comes home. I am exhausted though, so I just come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       I text Scott about coming over and having dinner.  I wait 20 minutes and don't hear from him.  I say fuck it and come home.  Two hours later, I text him asking him what happened...and he replies, "where the hell are you?"  He has been waiting for me!  I take beer and food over there....and we both drink quite a bit.  We end up in his bed---and he asks me if I have any condoms...and I say no....and he says he wants me to get some, but I have to go to work in an hour...he asks me if I want to cum..and I say of course....we talked....and he tells me that he needs to be shithoused to have sex.  That is interesting.  I can't stop touching him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       On the way home from work, I go to the bar and see Dustin.  He is happy that I am there, and he pulls me a chair and asks me to stay.  I can't...and we talk about when we will see each other again....and he is much cuter than he was on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy condoms for the first time in my life...and feel sick to my stomach.  I go over to Scott's....and he isn't drinking...and well, he is being evicted on Thursday, so I ask him where he is going....and he answers my house....and that's kind of it.  I didn't believe him....so later I asked the same thing---and he said i told you...your house.  He eventually went to bed...and I went in there...and he asked if i was going to sleep on the couch...and I said well...is that where I have to sleep?  And he said no...you can sleep in bed.  Well, we laid there kinda talking, and I asked him if he wanted to be held or left alone...and he said he didnt want to be held.  So I began to caress his back and arms...and I somewhat made him hold my hand.  And he was hard in no time...I love his d**k!  It's so beautiful and perfect!  So I gave him another blowjob...and after awhile, he said "it's not working." and I asked why?  He said, "i don't know."  I tell him that I brought condoms---and he doesnt say anything.  So I just laid next to him and we both fell asleep.  Something happened to him to have him be so shut down....and I am willing to be patient with him---'cause clearly....there is some hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited though....he is choosing me over his friends who want him to move back to Portland....and oh my god---he's moving in with me!  And two nights in row, we were in bed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I have to work....and when I get home, he is on couch, waiting for me...and I am thrilled to see him.  We talk for awhile...and then we both fall asleep on the couch...I wake up cuz the text goes off....and it is Mike! @ 6:45am!  Wowzers!  I go upstairs to sleep and text Mike back...then I have to meet with Amanda...at 1pm, I get a text message from Scott saying that he is going to Dallas for bachelor party.  I call him...and we chat for a bit.  I called him after I was a little tipsy...we talk for a few minutes.  I go play poker...and two guys that I haven't seen since December are there.  I go behind Lance and blow in his ear...and he turns so red....but oh my gosh...he is gorgeous...I didn't realize how much I had liked him.  We talk for awhile and then he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy is Kooper...and we drink and catch up...he is buying me beer...and he is so happy talking to me.  And he plays well...and wins...and then he tells me to come to his house.  Which I do, much to my surprise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however call Amanda and leave her a message as to what I am doing.  And I call Scott, and tell him that I am on my way home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2630761414863290765?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2630761414863290765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2630761414863290765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2630761414863290765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2630761414863290765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/craziest-week-ever.html' title='The Craziest Week Ever'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2967781985034306603</id><published>2007-04-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:28:04.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy Week</title><content type='html'>with Scott....not to mention the fact that I got fired today.  We spent the last 4 nights together...and I slept there 3/4 nights....and tonight he drove back to Portland for Easter---he is surprising his mother on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused again....its crazy....and I am dying to be with him again....I did tell him he can stay with me if he needs to....so I am gonna have to work on getting my place in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we were all over each other w/pillows and a blanket...we kept throwing them at each other...why can't we just have sex like regular people?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supportive tonight....and he made me laugh...that was nice....i can't even think right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2967781985034306603?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2967781985034306603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2967781985034306603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2967781985034306603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2967781985034306603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-week.html' title='A Crazy Week'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-231433784476721414</id><published>2007-04-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:46:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Something Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>I don't know anymore.  Yesterday during lunch, I talked with Scott on the phone for about an hour.  It was quite fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't come out with my friends to watch the game--and I basically just told him that I was coming over.  I didn't ask.  I was a little drunk.  So I get over there, and he is happy to see me...we sit next to each other, we were practically holding hands...meaning he kept putting his hand in mine...and we were laughing and joking.  And I went to the store and brought over more beer...I only drank one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a drive in his truck...and I made him tell me the whole story of how they gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he played the song that he wrote for me...and I liked it...but he started saying that I didn't like it...and I said it is upsetting me that you think I don't like it...and he said how do you think i feel?  Then he was hungry and I offered to go get him some food--if he promised not to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I got back, he was in his underwear on the couch, sleeping (it was 2:30am), and the TV was on (about women being bisexual vs. gay--how ironic!), so I tried to wake him up and couldn't.  So I just laid next to him, and caressed his back and legs...and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up cause he had knocked a beer over on his head.  Then he went to his bed...and I stayed on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, and went to Target to get him a toothbrush and deodorant, and some food 'cuz his friend had taken his stuff home with him, and he needed that stuff til he goes back and gets it this weekend.  He said he is going home for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left him a note with the stuff....and told him that I had to go to work...but would be back later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How/Why do I love this man? when I get nothing in return from him????  And why do I keep doing stuff for him?  I know.....love makes no sense....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-231433784476721414?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/231433784476721414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=231433784476721414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/231433784476721414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/231433784476721414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-there-something-wrong-with-me.html' title='Is There Something Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7286328363445433034</id><published>2007-04-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:00:32.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do?</title><content type='html'>I'm just not sure what I'm doing or what is going on.  Yesterday, I found myself doing the personality profile on Eharmony....and wondering about Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott didn't text or call me yesterday...and he did call me tonight and we talked for about 12 minutes, and then he said that he would call me back.  He still hasn't come home from Portland, and well...maybe he is missing me a little bit...or maybe not.  And of course, he didn't call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not sure of what I am feeling these days...because I miss him so much...but I also know that I deserve to be taken out, and appreciated, and well, respected and adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, I'm not getting that from him.  So how can I really love him? And do I really? Or am I just lonely and filling space?  I guess we'll find out if/when he ever comes back.  He has to come back by the 5th to pay his rent....unless he is gonna let himself get evicted and just leave to go back to Portland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7286328363445433034?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7286328363445433034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7286328363445433034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7286328363445433034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7286328363445433034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7438891861422308912</id><published>2007-03-31T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:01:31.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't Scott Ever Come Home?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to his place and took a nap after therapy...and I realize how comfortable I feel there...and how much I miss him. He called me while I was there...that was nice. He didn't say anything about coming home from Portland though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about so many things. He called about a place to rent in Dallas....he's having fun with his friends, and maybe he won't come back. And what if he is fucking around with someone up there? And what if he doesn't miss me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you spend 9 months with someone...and then they are suddenly gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy about this whole thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some articles by Barbara Rose...and they were interesting about finding your true love...etc...maybe I should try E-harmony or something. I gotta do something if Scott isn't going to come around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been sporadic in his texting, and even more sporadic in his calling.....it's like he's on vacation from his real life.....which I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....hopefully he'll be home this week...and I can be with him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7438891861422308912?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7438891861422308912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7438891861422308912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7438891861422308912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7438891861422308912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/wont-scott-ever-come-home.html' title='Won&apos;t Scott Ever Come Home?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2948130719468155163</id><published>2007-03-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:35:22.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Miserable</title><content type='html'>Well, now that Scott has the car, I don't know if he is coming home or not.  Today I text him at lunch, and asked if he was working with his friend...and he said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just text him about half an hour ago, and he hasn't text back.  And the phone shows that his friend that he was working with today was calling him like over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder what he is up to?  Well...I guess it really isn't any of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was kind of out of it while Mike was in the office....and he mentioned it...I just called him and said I was sorry that I wasn't my wonderful chipper self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't give a flying fuck anymore about anyone.  He can go screw as many women as he wants.  I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.  With everything. and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2948130719468155163?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2948130719468155163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2948130719468155163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2948130719468155163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2948130719468155163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-miserable.html' title='I&apos;m Miserable'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1234450229202501771</id><published>2007-03-25T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:41:43.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When I'm Ready To Throw In The Towel</title><content type='html'>Scott does something that totally blows me out of the water.  He called me earlier, and I asked him what he was doing...and he said I am driving my new truck...and I said what?  how did you get a new truck? And he said his friends bought it for him...and that it is a new old truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so happy!  And so I said, I guess that was your surprise, huh?  And he said yes....I was so happy for him too....so I asked him when did he get it, and he said he just picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was his first phone call!  How cool is that?  That makes my heart happy that he thought of me first...and well, shouldn't that tell both of us something?  That before anyone else....he thought of me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded him that the ladybug was good luck for him.....and he said yes, and the truck is red, too.  I just kept saying how nice it is that he has friends that care about him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he was going to come home tonight....and he said probably.  I want to see him now....I also asked if they got the song done...and he said they did...I asked if he would sing it to me later, and he said yes, I will sing it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a mess for him....and of course, now he'll be mobile too.  Which adds to my insecurity.  But maybe that will make it easier for him to move here to me.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I want to see him tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1234450229202501771?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1234450229202501771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1234450229202501771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1234450229202501771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1234450229202501771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-when-im-ready-to-throw-in-towel.html' title='Just When I&apos;m Ready To Throw In The Towel'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2967817216534392858</id><published>2007-03-25T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:12:17.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends With Money</title><content type='html'>I am watching the movie, "Friends With Money," and I am so much like jennifer Aniston's character, Olivia--in many ways.  She doesn't stand up for herself and she is having sex with a guy that wont look at her, and the guy is taking part of her cleaning money, and he doesn't even help her clean.  She goes for free samples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like her...and I don't want to see myself like that either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2967817216534392858?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2967817216534392858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2967817216534392858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2967817216534392858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2967817216534392858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends-with-money.html' title='Friends With Money'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8321620740727919461</id><published>2007-03-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:01:22.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Development</title><content type='html'>and I'm not sure what to do with the information, or how I really feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sleep at Scott's on Friday night, 'cuz I didn't feel like driving home, and my stomach was upset--and at 2am, I didn't want to have to stop for a restroom.  I sleep so good at his place, but probably because of his energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I got home yesterday, I turned my laptop on....and well, the history of the sites he visited are of course on here....and I already knew that he looks at porn---except this time, he looked at sites that specialize in people looking for sex, and at pages for escorts.  Of course, since there are nakked pictures of women on them, a guy friend of mine said it is probably for JO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it.  Okay...if he was doing it to get off---that is one thing.  But if he is actively looking for a sexual partner, when he can have both with me, I don't get it.  Maybe I'll never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he is like Mark, who sees women as fuck objects or as girlfriends.  They are two separate categories.  Can men really do that?  Or if they are into porn, do they get so addicted to that perfect ideal image that no woman will ever be good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with A about that...'cause she knows that her husband looks at porn, and she says she never compares herself to the women that he jerks off to on the computer.  Her confidence must be strong, and she clearly feels very loved by her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't like I was purposely looking for what he had surfed---because it popped up in the browser, and well, I felt a little sick at first.  And maybe it's a godsend in a way.  I am not going to let him use my laptop anymore....meaning I'm not leaving it there for him anymore.  We can use it together, but I'm not going to be a part of that.  I can't have that roaming around my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy friend said that he thinks he is doing that because we aren't doing that.  And well, maybe it's true in a way.  He can have sex with a stranger because there is no commitment or emotional tie...and well, with me...well, he's got more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy friend asked me if Scott is the kind of man that I deserve?  And I said no.  And he said dump him.  And then I said but we have so much fun together, when we are together that I can't let that go.  But hey, if things go well with hot guy, then maybe I can let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm actually thinking about not letting him stay here, and I have not had any desire whatsoever to text him.  But I'm sure that as soon as I hear from him, it's gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is what I need to break my addiction to him.  He definitely has dysfunction involving women--including relationships.  He also had looked at his ex-girlfriend's myspace page, and she sounds sooooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I can't obsess over what he does or doesn't do when we aren't together.  Especially since we don't have a commitment to each other.  Clearly I am more committed to him, and our friendship/relationship---and well....I can see the pattern with Chris and Mark. here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was always fucking around, and I even got crabs, and some mystery infection once---and yet I kept going with him for 6 years.  I'm not doing that with Scott.  I absolutely refuse.  i am so much better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do deserve sooooooooooooooooooo much more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8321620740727919461?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8321620740727919461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8321620740727919461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8321620740727919461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8321620740727919461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting-development.html' title='Interesting Development'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8819231338239356596</id><published>2007-03-24T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:54:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Pursuant to my mood of the morning yesterday, I had decided that I wasn't going to text Scott this weekend--at all.  And then, while I was driving, I sent a text asking if he was working--to which he promptly replied, "No, can you take me to the bus station?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called him and said, "where are you going?" (as if I didn't know)...and he answered Portland.  And I surprised myself by saying, "what are you doing?"  I didn't understand what he said--so I spoke in a funny voice and said, "I wanted to hang out with you this weekend!!!!"  He said what?  And I repeated it again, and he laughed.  I also came right out and asked him if he was going to call me for a ride, and he said of course, he had just gotten off of the internet.  And I said are you sure? or were you just gonna leave town and not say anything?  (where was all this directness coming from???)   So I told him of course I would take him to the bus and that I'd be there around 12:30, so we could go to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over and asked him if he was really just going for the weekend, or for three weeks.  He said I just packed for the weekend.  I watched him play poker online for a little while....then we left.  He also gave me his laundry to wash while he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch, and while we were eating, we were both very animated and silly.  He told me he is going to Portland to try and write a song with a friend of his for a contest.  How awesome is that???!!!!  I had so much fun with him at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the bus station--and on the way there, I told him that it was a nice surprise that I am able to spend some time with him before he goes.  Well, the bus he wanted was sold out, so the next one was gonna be at 5pm.  When we got back to the car, he was like you got your wish....you get to spend more time with me.  And I said that wasn't my wish, and he said yes it was.  I said well my wishes are very powerful--you better be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how non-chalant I was being--I wasn't nervous around him yesterday--I was more normal.  I was touching his leg and hand alot.  And he was playing around with me alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been needing some new shoes, as well as him...so we went shoe shopping.  He kept asking where are we going, and I wouldn't tell him.  He started saying, "Let's go to Portland, Let's go to Portland."  And I said, "I'm not driving you to Portland."  He said, "why not?" and I said, "why would I?"  He said,"you don't have anything else to do this weekend...."  And I said, "What am I going to do in Portland?" (at this point, part of my heart is singing and hopeful that he gives the right answer......also knowing that he isn't going to.)  He said, "I don't know. There is always something going on."  So then I said,"I have nothing to do and nowhere to stay."  His answer was so far off what it needed to be---I knew that I was gonna have to stick to my guns and say no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found shoes, and after I paid, the cashier said thank you...Mr. and Mrs. Teller.  I smiled on the inside...and of course, Scott didn't say anything.  I thought it was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I start driving us back to the bus...and he starts in with the driving again.  Finally, I say, how many times do you think you will have to say it to get me to say yes?  He said,"I don't know.  What do I have to do to get you to drive to Portland?  I will do whatever it takes.  I will do anything you want?"  I said, "I don't think you will."  He said,"C'mon tell me."  I couldn't tell if he was playing with me so I didn't say anything more...in fact I changed the subject.  (Cuz...with him going this weekend...there is just no way that I was gonna get into that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the station, we sat in the car laughing some more...and I learned something new about him---his favorite song is "Big Pimpin!"  How funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time for him to get on the bus....we said bye...and he told me to be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as soon as I was in the car, I started crying....not all the sadness was related to him, but before I was even a block away, I started receiving text messages from him.  Thank you, bye, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got to work, I called him, and we talked for one hour and a half on the phone---and again, it was amazingly simple and fun...he kept telling me I was funny...then he said he was sleepy, so we hung up.  And then an hour later, we started texting each other goofy stuff for about an hour.  It was hilarious.  And we are both definitely goofballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like we &lt;strong&gt;are FINALLY  &lt;/strong&gt;getting somewhere...and really getting to know each other--and maybe he is opening up to us.  We did even talk a little bit about him moving in (barely) but at least I was able to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast....and I am soooooooo happy that I got to spend time with him.  Damn...he's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8819231338239356596?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8819231338239356596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8819231338239356596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8819231338239356596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8819231338239356596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/surprise-surprise_24.html' title='Surprise! Surprise!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-8901104481254410045</id><published>2007-03-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:23:33.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Be Crazeeeeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>Two things--and I'll start with the most positive one first.  Today, I got my first text messages from Mike.  And then he came to the office at closing, and he stood at the counter the entire time, and then after his appointment, he stayed awhile longer.  Then I text him that he cleaned up good...and then I called him, and we talked on the phone for about 40 minutes.  It was so easy and fun---and he so reminds me of Jacob--and that may not necessarily be a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;We ended conversation with him saying, we'll do this again soon and maybe do it in person next time.  GLADLY!!!!!!!!!!!  Note to self---let him be the man and make the first moves from here on out.  The door is open...and he can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott:  We played poker online last night, and sent texts back and forth, and today we text each other several times...and I was looking forward to seeing him tonight.  Well...he's not home, and I have been sitting here at the office.  I asked him if I was going to see him later tonight, and he said don't know.  At least he didn't say no.  But like a stupid schoolgirl, I am staying here in town, rather than going home because if he calls later tonight and wants me to come over (which is his pattern when he's been drinking) then I don't want to have to drive all the way back into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, he has my laptop...and I wanted it back tonight.  Especially if I am not going to see him this weekend.  Why am I putting that out there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is up with him not putting me on his myspace page anyway?  I'm not good enough to be his myspace friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at around 11 or so, if I don't hear from him, I will have to make a decision to go home or sleep here, and maybe go to toastmasters in the morning.  What a waste of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder nothing in my life works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-8901104481254410045?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8901104481254410045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=8901104481254410045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8901104481254410045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/8901104481254410045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-must-be-crazeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='I Must Be Crazeeeeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4009606247729866807</id><published>2007-03-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:42:32.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was a Dud!</title><content type='html'>Last night, Scott and I watched American Idol, and then went to eat at a Vietnamese restaurant.  He was happy to see me...and we laughed and joked alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to his place though, I was tired....we looked at the internet, and then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had me do the typing for him.   Good gosh, he is lovely....and he kept laying towards me too...and I couldn't tell if he wanted to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my laptop there...so maybe I go back tonight or tomorrow night for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left him a note...he kept my earlier not where I called him beautiful man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4009606247729866807?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4009606247729866807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4009606247729866807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4009606247729866807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4009606247729866807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-dud.html' title='I Was a Dud!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1297763491261751207</id><published>2007-03-20T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:42:28.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Man</title><content type='html'>When I got to the office yesterday, I saw that he had come in first thing---so I called him, and he was so happy to talk to me, and he said he wanted to come back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he came in, he stood at the counter, and showed me his new tattoo's and told me about them...and then he told me about a tattoo that he wants, and some art that he likes.  Of course, I have some of it....so I shared another artist with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he brought up dating....he was at the counter for about 10 minutes.  He is sooooooooo hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, I called him and said if he didn't have plans, that maybe we could go to dinner....He didn't ever call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sent him an email, and told him that I am up for lunch, dinner, whatever.  And that I want to get together with him, because it is always so rushed, and we are trying to get so much info into such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't call or email back---I will not pursue.  I can't get into that with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to another hot guy about stock market investing...and he was quite interested in talking with me....that was cool!  And he is very cute!  And just a few years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens....&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I just called Jacob and left him a message about the tapes, and that I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1297763491261751207?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1297763491261751207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1297763491261751207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1297763491261751207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1297763491261751207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-man.html' title='The New Man'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5916939144761974395</id><published>2007-03-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:29:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Well, Scott and I talked last night for about 40 minutes.  He had a terrible day, and it was good that he talked to me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we were laughing and joking, and it was relaxing---not stress filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted me to come over, and he said I can, but he was going to sleep soon.  I surprised myself by calling him and saying that he would be asleep before I got there.  He said I know...so then I talked about going over there today, after work--if he would leave the door open for me, then I would go with some food, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he is like a new person, and I don't know if it is because he is out of money.  I guess it doesn't matter....I am happy that we are okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5916939144761974395?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5916939144761974395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5916939144761974395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5916939144761974395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5916939144761974395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2597378585319917304</id><published>2007-03-19T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:41:02.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooray</title><content type='html'>At 10pm last night, I heard from Scott....and we talked on the phone for 3 hours!  We laughed, we joked...and everything was great...he couldn't stop talking to me!  It was so great...and well, he was basically out of it on Saturday---too much partying and not enough sleep.  I went to sleep with a smile on my face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got to see the gorgeous guy...and talk to him on the phone too.  At lunch, I went and called him...and asked him if he wanted to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2597378585319917304?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2597378585319917304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2597378585319917304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2597378585319917304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2597378585319917304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip Hip Hooray'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-6806756777914218756</id><published>2007-03-17T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:47:04.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Asshole</title><content type='html'>Well, A. and I were walking down the street, and I said oh, there is scott.  I saw that he was with his friends, listening to some music on the corner.  I went up to him, hit him in the back, and said hi!  He said hi, and then his friend, James is happy to see me and gives me a hug and I re-introduce him to A.  Then Scott (not looking at me) just says a few things about what they are listening to, and then he doesn't say anything.  So then I said, well, we are going back to the bar...and he said, bye, I'll probably call you later. (I know he won't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. was pissed off...she said that what he did was cruel and rude.  He acted like we were both complete strangers--and I didn't even do anything to him.  And he didn't introduce me to his friend, Chris, either----even though I knew who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I shouldn't let him get away with treating me that way.  I joked that it would have been nice to say, well if I am a total stranger, give me back my fucking phone.....and to have done it right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....with my lack of self confidence and low self-worth---I can't get mad at him.  Something else was going on...and i'm not sure what it was.  He didn't look like he was having fun at all...and he seemed tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired....finish it tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-6806756777914218756?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6806756777914218756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=6806756777914218756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6806756777914218756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6806756777914218756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/fucking-asshole.html' title='Fucking Asshole'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3636572164734581067</id><published>2007-03-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:53:52.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Really Need Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I mean, I was alone for many years before D., and I was happy.  I went out on dates, had sex, and well, didn't have a bunch of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 14 years with D., and then 4 more years of no dating, no sex...and now Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is what I have with Scott any different.  He says we are just friends...but then why is it so damn complicated?  If we are just friends, we should be able to hang out and talk, and behave normally like other friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe what I need to do is just say fuck it...and continue to be alone...and just work on getting my life back together.  That is probably going to be the best thing for me---in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can break the addiction to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3636572164734581067?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3636572164734581067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3636572164734581067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3636572164734581067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3636572164734581067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-i-really-need-anyone.html' title='Do I Really Need Anyone?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-9206623903373659947</id><published>2007-03-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:31:07.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Like I'm Going Out of My Mind</title><content type='html'>I know...it's kind of crazy.  It's been only a little over 24 hours...but....it a big weekend here...and well...I just don't understand why I couldn't be invited to do anything with him this weekend, along with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with A. last night, and she is right.  He needs to be nicer to me--he knows all of my friends, and I have no problem being in public with him....but apparently, I am not good enough to be with him and his friends.  Even Mark was never that way with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I recreated Chris all over again?  And am I going to be happy with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he can't handle that we were intimate.  Maybe I fucked it up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be going crazy....I want to be like other people....do they get as obsessed as me?  I guess I need to figure out if all of the fun/laughter is worth all the crap that we have been through.  And we've definitely been through some crapola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a aha flash....it's totally a borderline relationship.....manic one week, then depressed the next week.  Kind of ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I want that?  And why do I put his wants/needs in front of mine?  Maybe I do need to stop deferring to him....and that will make him respect me more. (if he does at all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-9206623903373659947?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/9206623903373659947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=9206623903373659947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/9206623903373659947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/9206623903373659947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/feel-like-im-going-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Feel Like I&apos;m Going Out of My Mind'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-707692266879473939</id><published>2007-03-14T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:27:34.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Broke My Promise</title><content type='html'>to myself...and I text Scott at lunch to have fun listening to a band...and I was surprised that he text me back right away.  I text him back that he could have used my car, and why wasn't his friend here yet?  He answered me....and I text him back one hour later.  Then tonight, after work, I text him again asking if he got to see them, and he wrote back Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I started a downward spiral of realization---he has friends in town, and he didn't mention asking me to do anything with him at all.  Now the weekend is not here, and it's possible--but I have introduced him to all of my friends....and I know one of his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that low on the scale?  I'm only good enough for when no one else is around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something to myself on the drive home, that I don't want to be in a closet relationship again.  I did it for 14 fucking years, and I'll be damned if I am going to be treated like a second class citizen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve so much more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-707692266879473939?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/707692266879473939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=707692266879473939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/707692266879473939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/707692266879473939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/already-broke-my-promise.html' title='Already Broke My Promise'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7069088891355824670</id><published>2007-03-13T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:15:09.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Intuitive Flash</title><content type='html'>while reading the book.....that I actually feel like I've known Mike for a long time.  He feels familiar to me....and that is going to be a scary thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7069088891355824670?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7069088891355824670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7069088891355824670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7069088891355824670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7069088891355824670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/strange-intuitive-flash.html' title='Strange Intuitive Flash'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-6254451285207172826</id><published>2007-03-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:13:30.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time With Scott</title><content type='html'>He had me come over, and well, I could tell he was sleepy when I got there...and he promptly fell asleep...and I read a book for almost three hours while he slept.  It was raining outside, and I love to listen to him snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he woke up, we talked for a little bit...and then I went to get us dinner...and well, after we ate dinner, we didn't really talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ask him if he was okay with my assuming that I was paying...but I couldn't get the words out right...and he got frustrated....it's like he thinks it's not even worth talking to me...and that makes me sad.  When we talked on the phone, it was soooo easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wigging out because of what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has friends coming in, so I probably won't hear from him at all...and I'm not contacting him.&lt;br /&gt;He is gonna have to make some effort.  I just can't anymore...no matter how hard it's going to be.  I told A. that he is like a drug addiction....and well, if he won't talk to me, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous and tongue tied around him...and everytime it seems to get worse.  Next week, we are gonna have to talk about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chickened out on giving him the pro/con list of him moving in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-6254451285207172826?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6254451285207172826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=6254451285207172826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6254451285207172826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/6254451285207172826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/spending-time-with-scott.html' title='Spending Time With Scott'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-2162346487482841430</id><published>2007-03-13T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:06:01.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing?</title><content type='html'>I just called Mike on his cell phone, on vacation, and he answered...and I said you aren't supposed to answer the phone on vacation!  He said do you want me to hangup?  And I said no, but hitting golf balls is hard when you are on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said today's thought was good, so I was going to leave it for you....and he said, well, I'll hang up, and you can leave it for me, 'cuz I want it on the message.  I said, okay....and then I told him yesterday wasn't the same without him coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him...and left him the message...and I hope my voice was okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake...what am i doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-2162346487482841430?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2162346487482841430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=2162346487482841430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2162346487482841430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/2162346487482841430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What Am I Doing?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3606918491306349570</id><published>2007-03-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:53:40.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruh Roh!</title><content type='html'>I never heard back from Scott...and truthfully, I am having an anxiety attack right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I blew it...and now things are going to be all fucked up between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really thought that we would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this is going to do to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3606918491306349570?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3606918491306349570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3606918491306349570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3606918491306349570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3606918491306349570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/ruh-roh.html' title='Ruh Roh!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1734434354130605853</id><published>2007-03-12T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:02:19.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Weirdness Just in My Head?</title><content type='html'>It feels like we are playing games....and when I asked him if he wanted company, he wrote back, "maybe."  He never said that before....and he's never said no.  I wrote maybe back...and he hasn't answered now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?  If he snoozes, he is gonna lose me....I'm not putting up with this for too much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is a fact.  Sure enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1734434354130605853?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1734434354130605853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1734434354130605853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1734434354130605853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1734434354130605853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-weirdness-just-in-my-head.html' title='Is the Weirdness Just in My Head?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7517158620733571856</id><published>2007-03-12T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:12:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Anxious</title><content type='html'>about  a couple of things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a little guilty and dirty...like he is gonna think less of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that my mind has been obsessed with wanting more of him...and sex now.  My body seems to be in a constant state of arousal now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me worried--that i might do something that I don't really want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7517158620733571856?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7517158620733571856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7517158620733571856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7517158620733571856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7517158620733571856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-anxious.html' title='A Little Anxious'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5625615776757980969</id><published>2007-03-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:30:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation</title><content type='html'>The question is where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last 5 nights at his place, and he got pleasured two of those nights.  If he isn't going to take care of me, it will only be a matter of time before I find someone who will...and how will that change our friendship/relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is healing my sexuality, and I am coming back to life again in that area.  I just need him to love on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, A. and I were discussing that maybe because of his religious upbringing, he might even still be a virgin...or just not comfortable with women as a result of a lack of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if I should tell him that I'm bi and that it's been 18 years since I was with a man.  She said to wait and see how it plays out before I open all the way up to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did text me earlier this evening...so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna hang back...and see what happens.  I know that the way things are unfolding with him is unusual...and that part of it has been my lack of wanting to be direct....but I also know that it's not all on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling a little bit guilty tonight that he was thinking that I am a bad girl now...but I think I am over that.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5625615776757980969?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5625615776757980969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5625615776757980969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5625615776757980969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5625615776757980969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/liberation.html' title='Liberation'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1367690396787880004</id><published>2007-03-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:20:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Loooooooong Years</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 18 years, I had a man's penis in my hands!  My brain was definitely divided into several parts---participant, observer, and audience.  By that I mean that I was shocked that I was actually doing something with Scott, and I was like a child in a candy store.  His body was so beautiful and soft, and his penis was equally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had him take his shorts off...and well, I went one better, and gave him a blow job....Oh how I have missed giving BJ's!  And I didn't realize that until last night.  And I could tell I was a little out of practice---but hey, who wouldn't be after 18 years?  I was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask him if I could take off my clothes....and he said yes, but....I didn't because I thought that we would end up at the point of no return...and I don't think I was emotionally ready for that last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the slow moving up to the main event.....it is giving me time to assimilate my experience and not overwhelm myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while there was no reciprocation last night....for now, I am okay with that because I feel like I got a piece of myself back that has been missing for many many years....and it also undid some programming that Mark put in my head about me not being attractive enough for men (he would always tell me that all guys assume that I am a dyke). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have tangible proof that a very hot guy got turned on by me, not once, but twice in the same week....and that I was emotionally ready to be with a man again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been questioning whether or not I was really gay---and just fooling myself...and well...now I know that that is not true....I most definitely like both men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep with him in my hand, and my head on his belly....and things were definitely not wierd with us this morning....we talked like normal and we were looking at making some kind of plan for the day....so that relieved my anxiety about him treating me differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1367690396787880004?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1367690396787880004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1367690396787880004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1367690396787880004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1367690396787880004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/18-loooooooong-years.html' title='18 Loooooooong Years'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4925217133984947447</id><published>2007-03-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:58:01.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! Surprise!</title><content type='html'>At 7:15pm last night, I got a text from Scott asking me what I was doing...and of course my answer was nothing...and his answer was nothing..and that the phone was going to die. So I took a shower, and went zippin over to his place. He must have known that I would show up--the first thing he did was show me his feet. He had gotten two terrible blisters on his feet from playing basketball. He was happy that I was there, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Arby's, then to play poker.  The beers were $1.69, and we ended up being seated at the same table.  he kept looking at this tall, leggy blonde who was quite beautiful.  I didn't let it get to me too much.  Jason was there also, and I was very happy to see him...and made a point of going over to him when Scott could see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were almost back to his place, he says I thought we were going to your place?  And I said what? we were never going to your place....and he said yes we were...let's go...and I said, no...we are right here, I'm not turning around and going to my place.  On the inside though, I was thrilled that he wanted to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go in, and he is joking around and he starts saying how amazing and awesome I am...and then he lies down, and I am sitting on the floor, and I started caressing his chest...and he did get turned on...and I was a little more bold and included touching him. I also started kissing his neck, and his ear...to which he asked, "is that supposed to turn me on?"  And I said, "I don't know...does it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or other, he moved to his bed, and I joined him there.  I continued caressing him, and then he said that he was hot, and I said, maybe you should take off your shirt...and he said, you take off my shirt...and then I helped him take his shirt off.  Then at some point, I said, maybe we should take your pants off...and we did....at this point, I was definitely touching him, and before I went under his shorts, I asked him if it was okay...and if this was going to change anything, did we need to talk anything, and would we be okay?  He said yes, we would be okay, and it wouldn't change anything.  So I went under his shorts, and .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4925217133984947447?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4925217133984947447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4925217133984947447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4925217133984947447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4925217133984947447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise! Surprise!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-983528118072578326</id><published>2007-03-10T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:29:34.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Normal?</title><content type='html'>How often do regular single people have sex?  and are there more one night stands...or are men and women holding out for coupledom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about this all the time.  I mean, surely the way I am living is an oddity.  How is it possible that I haven't had sex in over 5 years--nor have I been propositioned by anyone that I would love to have taken them up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I blocking this experience from my life?  Am I that fearful of connecting on a physical level?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-983528118072578326?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/983528118072578326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=983528118072578326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/983528118072578326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/983528118072578326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-normal.html' title='What is Normal?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-4704482402808370227</id><published>2007-03-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:26:36.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Than Satisfied</title><content type='html'>I got to tell Amanda about the night, and well, she wasn't all that happy for me...and even said that she didn't want to be a spoilsport---but when was Scott going to do those same things for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she is right.  It took me 7 hours to do all of his laundry yesterday.  I don't even spend that much time on my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell her that the benefit that I get out of it is that I am getting to work my way up to being physically intimate with a man---without the pressure of having to go all the way.  I have been worried about freaking out if push came to shove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night he called to find out if there was poker, and there wasn't.  He said he was gonna hang out for a little while, so I asked him to call me later.  I text him around 10pm to see if he was getting drunk, and he text back that he was about to head home.  I replied, "am I coming over?"  And I got no answer....an hour later, I sent the same text--then called the phone was off.  So I left a message saying that I didn't know if battery was dead or not, what to do, what to do...that I might just come over and if he wasn't home, well, I would just go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly, yet hoping, I guess, I took a shower and shaved my legs---thinking that maybe I would request a reciprocation of the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous and putzed around for a little while---then decided what would it hurt, really--since my mind was made up.  He was home, and when he opened the door, he said I was just going to call you.  I brought his laundry in, and I asked him if he was going to call me to say no.  He said yes, I'm drunk and tired--and I got home later than I thought.  So he was kinda out of it--but he was friendly and goofing around with me.  He did lipsync a love song to me- it was funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both fell asleep on the couch, and at one point, he kicked me in the head...that was funny.  When I got up to go to the restroom, he moved to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 10 this am.  I sleep so good when we are together.  He went to play disc golf with his friends (who came over and he did introduce them to me), and I came home to send the fax for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am going to call him today.  He can be the one to make the first move--I enjoy being with him, and everything that comes with it--but he never asks me to do anything with him.  It is always me--and well, I'm tired.  After everything that I have done for him/with him--I expect a little more from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't he want to keep me around?  He has all the benefits of a girlfriend---without having to be a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Mark and I had the intimacy where we could sleep in the same bed together...and Scott doesn't do that with me.  Even though, I feel like we have a stronger connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he left with his friends, and I came home.  Definitely unsatisfied in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to talk to him about friends with benefits pretty soon.  There is no reason that I can think of for us not to have sex together.  And who knows, maybe that will get me over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I am beginning to wonder if he is using me--cuz he knows I won't say no, like when he text me about lunch--maybe he was just hungry and knew that I would bring him something....and the last three nights, he didn't have anything to eat for dinner, so he knew that I would take care of it.  Maybe I need to add some mystery to myself--and quit doting on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is all part of my crazy thinking.....and he really does like and respect me--and isn't just using me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-4704482402808370227?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4704482402808370227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=4704482402808370227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4704482402808370227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/4704482402808370227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/less-than-satisfied.html' title='Less Than Satisfied'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7929076925205203012</id><published>2007-03-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:22:08.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Closer To.....</title><content type='html'>doing the deed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after work, I went over to Scott's place.  During lunch, I had gone to Target and bought some stuff for him, and for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, he was lying on the couch with his shirt off.  And oh, my god---I was dying!  I also bought a twelve pack of beer.  I made pizza, and we had ice cream for dessert. And we listened to music.  At some point, he put his shirt back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his power is still out...and yes, I probably could help with that---but...I feel like I have done so much for him--and well, I don't want to always be "rescuing' him.  Although, I am enjoying the quiet, and the candlelight...and the romantic nature of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun listening to music, and talking--the whole time it is like he is leaning towards me.  and then I could tell he was getting sleepy, so I took his pillows--I had brought massage oil, and was going to make good on my promise of a full body massage, and I didn't want him to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....after he was lying on my lap for awhile, he said he was hot...so I told him to put shorts on.  He went to his room to look for his shorts, and when he couldn't find any, he says that he guesses he is going to have be butt naked.  Then he didn't come out of his room, so I went to the door--and he was lying butt naked in his bed... I kinda panicked on the inside, cuz I didn't know what to do.  So I just stood at the end of the bed, looking at his ass...and talking with him...and he told me to find his shorts if I wanted him to get up.  I suppose I could have gotten on the bed with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find the shorts...and I gave them to him...and I went back into the living room.  He came back out with just the shorts on, and laid down on the couch with his head almost on my lap.  I began to caress his hair, and then I started caressing/stroking his side.  He was a little ticklish, and then I decided to push the limit a little bit.  He loved it, and was making purring noises, and at one point, he said he needed a machine that does that everday.  Well. I moved from his side and arms to his chest...and he murmured, "oh my god."  And he opened his body up so I had full access to his front and arms.  I love his chest...and I definitely included playing with his nipples.  After I had done the same thing there, I moved to his legs--and his shorts are so big, I couldn't really tell if he was excited or not.  I certainly was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the same with his legs, and again, I pushed the limits by going up his shorts just enough to be close to touching him, but far enough to make him wonder.  He was definitely hard, and growing.  And when I was with his legs and feet, he was squirming...then I combined his upper body and his legs...and accidently at first, I did brush over his crotch.  Then I kind of combined brushing over it when I was transitioning from upper to lower body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had him flip over so that I could do the back of his legs...and again, I pushed myself by going up his shorts and including his butt, and his inner thighs.  I couldn't believe that he was able to control himself.  Then I switched to lightly scratching, and harder pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting pretty hot myself, and as a test, I raked his back and legs, and at that point, he said, "You can put your name in my skin." I liked that response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started caressing him with my cheek...and blowing on his neck and back.  He started with the murmuring, and moaning again.  Ohhhh, I wanted to blow and suck on his ear...I refrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had him flip over again...'cause I wanted him on his back....as he was rolling, he said, "this is amazing."  Music to my ears!  And just that alone put me on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to love on his body....and well, eventually, he was snoring.  I looked at the clock...and i was surprised that it was over an hour and a half......which means that he was hard for that long too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a little disappointed that he fell asleep...but....I also know that he is turned on now by my touch...and that I feel safe enough to touch him like that.  And he feels safe enough to let me touch him like that.  The greatest thing is that he nor I were drunk....it was all done while sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept by him for awhile...and then I moved to his bed.  I fell asleep right away and woke up when he was brushing his teeth.  I was tempted to stay in bed...but instead, I asked him if he wanted me to take any of his laundry.  And rather than say no, he actually got his stuff together.  As I was taking one out, he said he would take the other one out...and as he put it in the car, he said, you didn't realize what you were getting yourself into, did you?  And I said I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo.....today, I am missing therapy because I slept this morning....and it was definitely more clothes than I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder what we'll do tonight.  Right now, I'm going to look at the tantric sex book for more ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the energy exchange was beneficial for both of us....and I'm sure that that is the first time he ever experienced anything like that....tantric touching/melding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so friggin' horny...I hope tonight we go farther.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7929076925205203012?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7929076925205203012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7929076925205203012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7929076925205203012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7929076925205203012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-closer-to.html' title='Getting Closer To.....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5069899577777294943</id><published>2007-03-09T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:34:40.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Getting Somewhere</title><content type='html'>Last week, I was with Scott Tuesday and Wednesday night.  He ended up falling asleep early, so I came home on Wednesday night before flying to Los Angeles on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a text or phone call from him until Saturday--so while I was having fun, a part of me was getting very anxious about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, he text me every couple of hours, and I did finally talk to him that night.  I was so happpppppy...i could tell that he missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then didn't hear from him until I got home on Tuesday.  I went right to work and then came home.  He called me at 6:30pm and we talked for 15 minutes, and then I told him that I should come over and do nothing with him--and he said okay, as long as I don't mind sitting in the dark with candlelight...hmmmm...let me think...I can sit with him in the dark...with candles?  Naturally, I said that I would be right over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came into his house, I knew that he missed me.  He was very animated, joking, laughing, looking directly at me--then we went to dinner...and he was still the same way.  We went back to his place, and we drank some beers...and we laughed sooo much, and as usual, we were sitting next to each other on the couch---but I couldn't bring myself to do make a move.  He ended up with his head in my lap, and I massaged his scalp, and he fell asleep, and I fell asleep on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and went to work...took my shower there.  And I was very happy all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...Wednesday afternoon, I get a text asking if I had been to lunch yet...so I went over to his place, and we had lunch together for about half an hour.  I was on cloud nine that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, I went over and we went to dinner again, and I made a decision that I wasn't going to buy any beer that night for us.  We talked, and laughed...and then we both fell asleep, again with his head on my lap.  And then he woke up and moved to his bed..and I came home---I didn't have any clothes for work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2am, I was still awake and I left him a message that he really should consider moving in with me and that we could talk about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5069899577777294943?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5069899577777294943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5069899577777294943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5069899577777294943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5069899577777294943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-getting-somewhere.html' title='Finally! Getting Somewhere'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-55243298227860887</id><published>2007-03-09T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:45:44.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Some Men Idiots?</title><content type='html'>I was in Los Angeles, playing poker, and met a very cute man.  He's an officer in Coast Guard, intelligent, funny and he was definitely flirting with me.  And he bought me three drinks....we talked for many hours over the poker table...and I even felt confident enough to write a note and put my phone number on the paper--saying that we should see each other before I left to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness though!  I was saying something about him leaving...and then he mentions that he promised his wife that he would be home by 6pm.  My brain froze for a second.  He didn't have a ring on, or a tan line on the ring finger, and he had just spent over 8 hours flirting with me, and carrying on!  And he wasted my time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a friggin idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-55243298227860887?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/55243298227860887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=55243298227860887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/55243298227860887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/55243298227860887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-are-some-men-idiots.html' title='Why Are Some Men Idiots?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5033701274654183219</id><published>2007-03-09T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:36:20.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Man Has Entered My Life</title><content type='html'>He comes into the office where I work...and he spends a majority of his time at the counter talking to me...and he is absolutely gorgeous.  He gave me his email address, and I have been emailing him for two weeks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went out of town and I had let him know that the emails would be sporadic. And he emailed me back (after specifically saying that he never emails)...and I had my friend Amanda help me with the response.  I did let him know that i wouldn't be in the office on Monday, and that he would have to wait another week to see each other.  When I went in to the office on Tuesday, I saw that he hadn't come in on Monday....so I sent him a funny email....and sure enough, he showed up on Wednesday!  And again, he was around me alot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much so....that I emailed him and asked if he wanted to have lunch today (Friday)....he emailed me back that night that he would like to but he might have too much to do before leaving for Florida.  But if he got everything done, he would be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful.....buuuuuuuuuuuuuut.......I'm also very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda couldn't believe I even sent the email.  When he was in the office, I was all flustered and felt shy....'cause I had even chosen what outfit to where because I was hoping that he would come in.  She says the fact that he did.....is a good sign towards progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5033701274654183219?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5033701274654183219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5033701274654183219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5033701274654183219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5033701274654183219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-man-has-entered-my-life.html' title='A New Man Has Entered My Life'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3575117142110241155</id><published>2007-03-01T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:17:27.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Strange Night</title><content type='html'>I have to go back to Monday night, when I went out with some friends, and then text Scott about coming over.  He said yes, even though he was going to bed in an hour.  So I went over, and well...I was there until he fell asleep...and then I left.  He woke up as I was going out the door, and he made the peace sign.  I put my hands in his hair, and my forehead on his and said goodbye.  I wrote him a note saying I wanted to see him Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, we joked by text messaging for awhile, then I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I text him from work, and he hadn't eaten.  When I got there, he said that he isn't going anywhere...so I went to Rudy's and got our dinner.  I told him it is nice that he gets room service.  And I told him that he was going to have to surprise me with room service.  We watched a basketball game on TV...and at one point, he was lying on the couch with his hand almost touching mine...I wanted to reach for his hand.  But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually fell asleep...but it seemed like he was fighting sleep too.  While he was sleeping, I watched TV.  And I wrote him a note.  I felt bad that I was taking the laptop without talking to him...but he is the one that fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did wake up, and gave me the peace sign.  And well...when I left, I just said bye to him, and started crying.  I don't want to be said good-bye to with a peace sign.  I want to be hugged and loved.  I want to be appreciated.  I want to be desired.  I want to know that I matter to someone else.  So, maybe I am making a resolution...and maybe I'll be letting him go soon.  It's not good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as I started using my laptop...well...there were some interesting things.  How to find a G-spot, and how to give a blowjob, and a christian sex site.  Veeeeeeeeeeeeeery interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely going to have to have a talk when I get back....and I am going to have to come clean about my bisexuality, and what I want.  Given this new information.  But maybe he is tricking me....i doubt it though.  But maybe I will be able to talk him into friends with benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3575117142110241155?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3575117142110241155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3575117142110241155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3575117142110241155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3575117142110241155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-strange-night.html' title='What A Strange Night'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-7170989635138366930</id><published>2007-02-25T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:40:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely No Word Since Yesterday</title><content type='html'>which is okay....except that I am gonna be away this upcoming weekend...and well...I am horny as hell....and I REALLY wanted to see him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded some of Scott's pictures...and well...he is so fucking hot...and I also realized that we didn't take not one picture together on the trip.  That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I am going over there tomorrow night...even though I work on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-7170989635138366930?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7170989635138366930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=7170989635138366930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7170989635138366930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/7170989635138366930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/02/absolutely-no-word-since-yesterday.html' title='Absolutely No Word Since Yesterday'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-1258107822197229024</id><published>2007-02-24T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:52:03.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Girl or Woman, should I say?</title><content type='html'>Driving home, I got a craving for Taco Bell--so I took a different route, which makes me drive by K.'s house.  To my delight, he was in his car--and so many emotions and memories came flooding back.  Which of course makes me question this whole thing with Scott.  And what it is that I really want and need for myself---in the matters of love and sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be wined and dined and adored.  I deserve surprises, romance and ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I know Scott's body pretty intimately---from our cuddling and the massages that I have given him---and he knows not mine.  Well, he knows my hands, I guess.  And he knows that when I touch him, I am loving him---how can he not know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooove his feet.  They are perfect...and well, the next time we are drinking together...I am going to massage his feet.  When he is drinking, he is lovey-dovey.  When not, he is not.  Am I okay with that?  Can we bridge that somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night/this morning, we kind of were physically close...but he kept pulling back.  The fact that neither of us had showered or brushed our teeth could account for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be watching Taxicab Confessions or porn with K? or Michael?  Is Scott bringing out a side of me that I haven't explored.  Am I trying to recapture/recreate what I had with my other musical love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of sex for one, and fantasizing about him.  I want the real thing.  I want to really caress him with my body, mouth and hands---clothes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order to do that....we are gonna have to talk...or I am gonna have to really seduce him...but in order to do that...I need to make some changes, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...clearing some clutter, so that I can have him over here for the weekend....or any man for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is...is that I am a 43 year old woman....not a 15 year old kid...and to seduce a man...I need to be a woman...not a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get clear on my intentions for what I want in the way of sexual expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did leave my laptop over there again....maybe that is foolish of me too.  I don't know...maybe I am giving him too much...and there is no mystery or allure for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i'm gonna go do some stuff....and probably do some more thinking....may be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-1258107822197229024?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1258107822197229024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=1258107822197229024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1258107822197229024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/1258107822197229024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-girl-or-woman-should-i-say.html' title='New Girl or Woman, should I say?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-3989622472536556941</id><published>2007-02-24T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:35:54.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde</title><content type='html'>I'm home now.  I spent the entire day and night with Scott.  I actually fell  back to sleep yesterday, and was awakened when a friend of his, James came to the door at 5:30pm.  Of course, I was in bed, and Scott was on the couch...so James was surprised when I said hello to him.  I got up...and we just sat around watching TV for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to hear them both talking to each other...about nothing really.  And I thought..this is how guys talk with each other...and it was different than how Scott talks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James asked him about his Ipod shuffle...and I kept my mouth closed...and Scott told him it was a Christmas present and that he loves it.  He didn't tell him it was from me...but that is okay.  Made me feel kinda like we have a secret---which I guess we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then James said he was gonna go...and Scott told him, "I have a hangover.  I got drunk last night."  And James was like..."oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things might change now that James is back in town.  He'll have him to go out with...and hang out with.  But...he did call me Thursday night, after James dropped him off...so...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and got us dinner, and his favorite icecream for dessert.  He was happy.  I have decided that I think he is a little inexperienced...and isn't sure what to do about/with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't drink last night, and his physical proximity was close.  He was almost on my lap while I played poker online, and then we watched some stuff on Youtube.  He also doesn't have any qualms about telling me what to do either...or what he wants---in terms of when we were surfing the web....which is good, 'cause I didn't feel like he was bossing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up til 7a, and we both fell asleep on the couch--at opposite ends.  I woke up when he moved to his bed...and then I fell asleep and woke up at 11am.  I wrote him a note..cleaned a little bit..then left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-3989622472536556941?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3989622472536556941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=3989622472536556941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3989622472536556941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/3989622472536556941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/02/dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde.html' title='Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24776591.post-5435258532707002688</id><published>2007-02-23T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:16:38.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Booty Call W/Out the Booty</title><content type='html'>Scott wasn't available when I got off of work so I went home....then I text him that I was home and bored...and his reply was that he wasn't home.  Damn!  So I promptly fell asleep around 8:30pm, only to be awakened by a text message at 11:40pm- asking if I was up.  I called him, and we talked for about 40 minutes with the end result being me going over to his place...I took a shower and had a shot of Tuaca before I went over.  And we drank a bottle of mango rum.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up til 7:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a back massage--and made him lift is shirt...and he had me damn near rubbing his ass...again, he asked me if I was trying to rape him...and this time I said yes...it's my one and only purpose.  We bantered a bit about that.  Then he played an online poker tournament, and when he got out, he asked me to massage his headache away.  For that, we basically were in the same position as last week...and this time while I was massaging his head, I also caressed his face and used my lips too.  I never actually kissed him, but I did use my cheeks and lips to caress him...he did start moaning/cooing from it...and I was happy.  I also massaged his hands, and each finger individually---definitely sexual.  Of course he fell asleep, and I fell asleep on top of him...and we slept like that for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got pushed off the couch, so I came and slept in his bed.  That is where I am writing from...his bed, and he is still sleeping in the other room.  I don't know what to do...I don't want to sleep all day...but I don't want to leave him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that we seem to be getting closer, physically.....and he definitely wanted me to come over.....and I am getting hornier than hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and if I get to have him....he better look out...he is not going to know what hit him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24776591-5435258532707002688?l=sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5435258532707002688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24776591&amp;postID=5435258532707002688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5435258532707002688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24776591/posts/default/5435258532707002688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexless-in-seattle.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-booty-call-wout-booty.html' title='Another Booty Call W/Out the Booty'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826733654145144287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
