Scared Bunny

It’s always funny to me when someone new finds the blog and actually reads the very first post. I say this because they always have the same reactions. Basically they say “Holy shit”. Well, it depends on their propensity to swear. Some of them would never use the word “shit”. But they read it and they are just blown away by what started this whole blog. That story just seems to get a reaction that only things like “hard first date no lube anal girl” have come close to achieving.

It makes me laugh because compared to that story; life is so fucking calm now. Yes there is still the girl I dated briefly, leading to a wild series that I just can’t get myself to complete. But overall life has been calm for the last year. It’s an odd thing because I actually am kind of enjoying the boredom. Yeah, I know it leads to boring blogging too, but it is a lot easier to accept having a shitty blog than it is to handle all the other shit that used to happen. Eventually I was going to get killed by some psycho chick or her dirtbag ex. As I have sworn to try to live at least until my son graduates college I really needed to avoid all the drama.

The crazy thing is that there are still people who hear what I do and think it’s a crazy life. I don’t have anything to compare it to though. My frame of reference is basically my life, my childhood and the lives and childhoods of my family. I was telling someone the story of my stepbrothers’ marriages, and the person I was telling listened like I was explaining the mating habits of alien rednecks. Compared to what they went through, the last year for me has been about as dull as this blog has become.

In other news, I guess I got a promotion at work.

I wasn’t given any more money. I didn’t get a new title. And nobody has said shit to me. But I guess it happened. I got a call from a vendor. They do some marketing for us, or at least try. We don’t get much worth doing from them, but that’s a different issue. Anyway, when they first called me I referred them to my boss because I can’t even buy paper without them eventually signing off on it. There was no way I’d get to decide if we’re spending $3-6,000 on a marketing program.

So I didn’t hear anything for a couple of weeks, we still get information from this company and I assumed my boss had decided to continue the relationship. Frankly I didn’t give a shit either way. Then the phone rang today. The vendor was on the line and they wanted our decision. I again explained who they needed to talk to and how I have no authority.

That’s when the shocker came. My boss had told them to call me because it was my department and my decision. Needless to say this is a bit of a shock for me because I’m still waiting to be paid for that paper I bought. If I had known I could approve it myself I would have. Plus I would have bought much better paper. I wouldn’t have gotten the cheap shit that jams the printer.

If I am the boss I wonder if I can give myself a raise. I think I deserve one. Of course all this happens the day before a job interview. Go figure.

Oh, and for the record, while the celibacy has been a pain in the ass, I still haven’t called that stripper.

Find me a fucking date, and post i her number in the forums.

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OK, both of you that read what I posted last night are asking yourself: Did he speak fondly of MySpace?

Yes, I admit it. I did. I think MySpace is wonderful. Granted not for the same reason everyone else does. I haven’t tried to meet anyone from there, and the only person that tried to meet me was truly frightening. To give you an idea how scary, I had seen her personal ad and honestly thought the picture was a joke. I really figured someone had found the worst possible picture and posted it for a laugh. Sadly, it was real.

I also don’t use MySpace to communicate with friends. I find there are more than enough ways to do that without MySpace. Between email, the phone and Yahoo Messenger my communication needs are covered by systems that work a shitload better than what MySpace has to offer.

There’s also the fact that people can’t seem to answer the fucking age question on their profile. I am used to people lying about their age, but lots of you are trying to pass for 14 and I doubt your kids could even pull that off. I don’t know why so many MySpace users like to say they are barely adolescent, but they do. The pics pretty much show me that you may have reversed the 1 and the 4. And the 4 may be a typo.

Anyway, there is a reason that MySpace rocks. See, when you get to look through someone’s MySpace profile you get to know a lot about them. It’s not just that you learn that you hate their taste in music and that they spend way too much time looking for annoying sparkly pictures of Tigger. You get to see the image they want to portray to the world, and often the reality behind it.

In this case I am thinking about a specific profile. This was a single woman who, if you read her basic profile and her blog you’d probably think she was pretty settled. Now, I was tipped off that something was amiss when she talked about how all her friends were guys. As you know, I generally find this means that she is surrounded by guys who desperately want to nail her that, for some reason or another, she is not currently screwing.

But her pictures showed that the reason goes beyond just having a flock of guys that want to fuck her. In her case the women around her probably didn’t think much of her. It could be because, when she was around these guys she had the uncontrollable to act like a slut, and they had the uncontrollable urge to treat her like one. This was further enhanced by the fact they seemed to want to document the behavior. And, taking it even a step further, she wanted to share the proof with the world.

You are saying to yourself, “What was so bad?” I’d say it was summed up by one pic where she was topless in a bar. One male “friend” stood behind grabbing her tits (sorry hun but you can claim he was just covering them, but that was a full on grab) and another male “friend” was pretending to lick them at a range of about 2 inches. So, as I am not particularly fond of having my dates “friends” grabbing her bare breasts, whether in public or in private, this would serve as a clear warning sign.

I don’t know what it is about MySpace, but it sure does seem to get people to reveal their true self. If they have a profile they have been actively maintaining for a while, the truth will eventually come out. I plan on using this in my searches in the future. I am not saying I’ll require that they have one or anything, but I sure as fuck will se what’s in the profile before I get serious.

Oh, and by the way, I still didn’t call that stripper. It’s hard as hell. Trust me, IT’S HARD. But I’m toughing it out so far.

Tell me what you've discovered on MySpace in the forums.

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I wanted to write on Thursday, but I couldn’t. It’s not that I didn’t have the time, because time is what I had a lot of. What I didn’t have was electricity.

I did something so amazingly stupid it’s not even funny. I flat out forgot to pay the electric bill. I had switch totally to online billing and just forgot to pay the fucker. Now, there is the matter of a disconnection notice that was never sent, but, seriously, it’s not like I didn’t know that they do want money in exchange for this electricity stuff.

My one real complaint, however, comes with the process to fix my mess. First, I called and paid what they told me to pay. Then he put me on hold so he could place the reconnect order. And I waited. And waited. And finally, after a very long time he started saying “hello…hello” and then, ignoring my replies, hung up.

I was fairly certain that I needed to call back because it hadn’t been finished, so I did. After explaining the situation she promised to forward me back to the same guy. That is not what happened. I got a new lady who wanted more money. She did show the other payment, but it wasn’t enough. So I paid more. After a long delay she came back and said I’d have electricity that day.

As the day went on with no power I started to wonder. I called again and was assured that the order was placed and I would have power. But, as I still doubted, they gave me a number to the main power company that actually comes out and does the work. I did and they confirmed the order. They also added that they had until 5pm the following day to do it, and that if I didn’t have power by 5, it would be the next day.

Now I was a little annoyed. 5pm was approaching and it was fucking hot. I called my power company and they assured me it would be that day, and the guy had until 8. Given that his actual employer disputed this, I pressed the issue. She kept insisting she was right and they were wrong. But, finally, she advised me that same day guarantees were another $89. This was the first I had been told of that problem. I asked if I could pay it. She said that, if I did, the other order would get cancelled and that it was too late to place http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.quote.gif
insert blockquotea new same day order.

In short, I was fucked.

So I sent my son to his mother’s for the night and I spent the time reading by flashlight and sweating. I sweated a lot.

This down time would have been perfect for writing, but, of course, the laptop battery had long before crapped out. That kind of forced me to find things that could be done in the dark. Being single right now, most of the good things were out. Even if I hadn’t been single, it was fucking hot as hell, so those fun things might not have been that much fun anyway. Well, they’re always fun, but not for as long when it’s fucking hot. The sweat needs to be earned, not because of a shitty environment.

So when I finally was able to go to sleep, life was good. Of course the sleep was shitty, and I had dreams about the electricity guy coming and having to battle with a large crew digging a giant hole because they wanted to excavate a dozen hidden underground gas meters at the house next door.

So now I have to tell the tale so I can get on to more philosophical thoughts, including why I have decided I love MySpace.

Tell me about the last time you were in heat in the forums.

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I am going to try to write every day. If it’s not long enough I may not publish, but I will try.

First things first:

Roomba is God.

Yes, I know I have my own cult, but I think I am going to start worshiping my Roomba. I got the little fucker at Woot.com, and I love it. See, I have to vac. It is a pain in the ass and, as I have a dog and a cat in my house, it has to be done a lot. I swear my dog sheds his own weight in fur twice a year. This little fucker runs around the house and picks it all up for me. Does he do as good a job as my maid did/ No. But he does a better job than I would because I get really fucking bored and do a halfassed job. Plus, he’ll do the whole house and I always quit way before I get that far.

But, more than that, Roomba has saved my ass. No, he didn’t drag me out of the house during a fire, but he found a couple of things hiding under my bed that I didn’t know were there. Roomba has a knack for finding Heather’s old thongs. Now, I don’t vac WAY under the bed because the vacuum won’t fit past the edge. I also haven’t moved my furniture since I moved here, so I haven’t looked that closely at what was under there. But Roomba goes in there fearlessly and he pulled out not one, but two thongs. I know they are Heather’s because they were tiny and, frankly, nobody else I have been with was that small.

Just imagine what could have happened. Flash forward to a time when I have a girlfriend. Now, something happens that causes her to see what is under my bed. Maybe she is in a cleaning mood. Maybe she decides I should rearrange my bedroom. Perhaps I am moving. Maybe she is just insanely paranoid and decides to see what I am hiding from her. Whatever the reason, she finds not one, but two thongs. They aren’t her size. (Safe bet because how many times will I date someone who is 4’11 and 95 pounds). She now has PROOF I am cheating on her. Apparently with a midget. Even worse, based on the size, she assumes it’s a kid and tries to get my ass arrested.

Plus, because one of the thongs had previously been found by the dog (who probably hid it under the bed and forgot about it) it is half-eaten. Not only am I a cheating perv, I am probably a cannibal who was so rushed in his feeding frenzy he didn’t remove the thong until it was half eaten. So the police now have me in jail as a murduring kiddie eating cannibal.

But Roomba saved me from all that. He has discovered the hidden panties and they have been disposed of. I give you, my new personal God.




He may not be much to look at, but I love him.

(Postscript. One pair of panties was not Heather's. I checked the tag and they size was much too large for her. I apologize for any confusion.)

Tell me about your panties in the forum.

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I have been thinking about the total lack of logic in the world. Of course I have always said that, as a whole, the world is somewhat twisted. But lots of things are just absolutely stupid.

I am sure most Americans are aware of how Dateline NBC did a series on how online sexual pervs are trying to hook up with teenagers. I personally don’t consider this news. As long as I have been aware of the Internet there have been stories of old guys using it to meet young girls. And, of course, there are certain twisted fucks that go beyond just trying to have sex. We have heard stories about some guy who meets someone online and ends up kidnapping or even killing them. Hell, that one dude in Germany actually arranged to meet someone to kill and eat them.

So, of course, we tell people to be careful online. You really shouldn’t give strangers your real name, address, phone number, school… You know the drill. But some people just can’t seem to figure out what is and isn’t a risk. And, as is often the case, the easiest place to see the stupidity is MySpace.

Let me explain something to people. If you have a blog, personal photos, every detail of your life and anything else imaginable on your profile, that is a risk. However, after you have done this incredibly stupid thing by putting your whole life out there for anyone to see, adding someone as a friend is not really an additional risk. It’s different if you have a private profile and only show that information to approved people. But if you haven’t made this little attempt at protecting your privacy, allowing someone to add you to their list of hundreds of “friends” isn’t going to expose you to too much more danger.

But, people will reject friend requests because that random stranger could be some sort of dangerous stalker. Never mind the fact that the “stalker” already has access to everything he might possibly want because you made it so fucking public. If anything I’d say that turning down his or her request might even be a bad idea because while a psycho stalker is a bad thing (trust me, this I know from experience) an ANGRY psycho stalker is much worse.

I dunno. I guess I appreciate people being careful, but careful and stupid in tandem are still annoying.

Discuss safe sex or whatever in the forums.

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Well, this sucks.

I really want to start getting to bed earlier. With my son here it is just easier if I get up earlier. And to accomplish that I have to go to bed earlier. But there is the issue of Deadwood. Obviously I want to watch it, or I never would have even mentioned it. But I have a problem watching a program that is measured in terms of “cocksuckers per hour” with my 7 year-old. Yes, even I see that as in appropriate.

So the 8PM Deadwood is out, leaving the 11PM showing. So my ass is still awake, waiting.

While I wait I figure I may as well write something. I could try to finish that story, but the last thing I need tight now is to delve heavily in to a very graphic and somewhat twisted sexual encounter. As I am not going to be having sex any time soon, I do not need to be putting that much thought in to the subject.

I also could discuss those ladies who have seemed possible options for future relationships, but those are, thus far, boring stories. Besides, I’d rather not jinx them.

Instead, I think I am going to just discuss my thoughts on some relationship issues that I have seen lately. Specifically, something I have said about people and their friends. See, I believe sincerely that you can tell a lot about someone by their friends. And I have a pretty basic rule. If I were not going to be able to get along with or trust a woman’s friends, then I wouldn’t want to be with her.

I have seen cases where a guy’s girlfriend has friends that he absolutely cannot stand, but he will stick with her and say that she isn’t like them. Here is my question. If these people are so different, why are they such close friends? I mean, if I am a really nice person (something which is, in my case, debatable) why would I want to hang around a bunch of assholes? I suppose it’s possible someone just doesn’t realize when their friends are mean as hell, but in that case they must be either rather inobservant or dumb. In either case I sure as hell don’t think I want to be with that person.

To me it’s pretty basic. Birds of a feather flock together. These people get along specifically because they are the same kind of people. And when you are talking about a group of people I’d say that that is even more true. While I may have single friends that are dissimilar from me, if we are talking about a group all of whom are friends, chances are they are going to be very similar.

Yet I have seen guys (and women, to be fair) who will convince themselves that even though their significant other is part of a group consisting of assholes, the person they are dating is the one member of the group that is not an asshole. I have even heard them say that they just act like an asshole when with their friends, but the real person is a sweetheart. But which one is the act? And do you want to be around them when they are being an asshole? Well, if you are going to spend any time around their friends, you are going to see them “acting” like an asshole. Not to mention the fact that a person of character would either choose to not be around assholes, or would hold assholes accountable for their actions.

On another note, I recently came across another woman who told me all of her friends were guys. That was a warning. A bigger warning was when she said that none of them were friends with each other. In other words, it’s not like this was a group where she just happened to like and trust the guys more than the women. And, even better, she then admitted that these guy friends never liked any of her boyfriends.

Now, I suppose it’s possible that she dated only assholes and these guys were correct in their opinions. But I’d say it’s more likely that we are talking about someone who has several male “friends” who wish to be more than friends. And the longer I live the harder it is for me to believe that these women are just totally blind to the true intent of their male friends. Frankly it is hard for me to believe that they are so blind. Maybe I am just too cynical, but frankly I am calling bullshit.

Say how full of shit I am in the forums.

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I went to get my hair cut today. Not that I really wanted to. Yes it was long and getting curly on the ends, but I really was enjoying having longer hair.  I liked having to sometimes brush it out of my face. I liked shaking my head and having it actually move. I liked that I knew if my boss saw it he’d be pissed. But, unfortunately, certain events in my professional life made a haircut a prudent choice, so off I went.

On the way I started thinking about the ex. You know the one. She’s the one that was totally in love with me but, unfortunately for me, I wasn’t ready for a commitment so we broke up. Since then I got more together, and we have given it a go a couple of times, but in each of those instances she did something that seemed more like revenge than reconciliation. And, while I really want to be with her, I know I can’t. But the reason makes me feel like a total dick.

It’s her kids.

She has 3 kids; 2 boys and a girl. Now, for her, the girl is the problem. She’s barely a teenager and seems to want to act about 25. She’s had the fake run away from home a couple of times, and I am sure I haven’t heard half of it. But I never had any problem with her. She was always very respectful with me and did what I asked, even though she drove her mom nuts. Perhaps that’s because she never knew her dad and it made her want to please me.

But the boys were more than I could handle. One whined constantly. In the course of a typical day he would cry at least 10 times. Since he is older than my son, I’d say it’s safe for me to say he really is too old to still cry that much. In short, he really has some problems.

The other one was the baby and he really liked that role. He made it a point to act younger than he was most of the time, and his development in certain areas had suffered. With an older brother whining all the time he would sometimes try to out whine him. Makes sense. If you see yourself as the baby, you won’t much care for someone out babying you. At other times he would do as most kids and try things beyond his age range. But, being babied all the time, he was a little under developed in some ways, so he was really prone to accidents. This, of course, would result in situation usually ending in crying. And, since his crying would mean he was the one getting the attention his older brother would get jealous and find a reason to be extremely upset.

Now, I know it makes me sound like a total asshole that I can’t handle those two, but I really can’t. Maybe I’m spoiled because I have the kind of kid who is much easier to deal with. Maybe I am just high strung so things like that set me off. Whatever the deal is, I have to be honest with myself that they are more than I can handle. And when you are involved with a single-mom, especially one whose ex basically ignores his sons, if you get serious the kids are part of the package.

So here I am, driving down the road, pining for a woman that I know it will never work with. That is some really stupid shit when you think about it. It is a hard lesson to learn, but being upset about something that cannot change is moronic. It’s easy to keep thinking about things you can’t change, but that won’t change them, so I guess thinking about them is pointless.

So for now I will just have to wait for someone new. At least I keep having really wild dreams. I mean, shit, they are so out of control I could never write them down because I can’t even keep the story straight. All I can say is that there is a shitload of sex in them lately. Possibly because I will not be getting any for a while.

Tell me about your dirty dreams in the forums.

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It’s really fucking late. This is strange because not long ago 1AM wasn’t late. Now it is again.

I have a couple of things I have wanted to write about. The first is bizarre, and a sign of just how weird my life is. I am wearing experimental underwear.

I have no idea what the experiment is. All I know is that they offered to send me 6 pairs and pay me if I would wear this underwear for a month. So I have to wear them in a set order, changing at least once per day. Then, after 5 weeks I am supposed to complete a survey. I have no idea what they want to know. So far they don’t seem too different from any other underwear. I guess you could say they are comfortable, but mostly that just means they aren’t uncomfortable.

It never occurred to me that underwear needed tested, but I guess it does. Once again I am asking myself how much of our time is spent researching things like underwear. I mean, shit, the average bra commercial makes it sound like they spend more researching the technology to create perfect cleavage than is spent trying to find a cure for Cancer. I am not saying that’s a bad thing. I support the quest for perfect cleavage. But this does seem kind of fucked.

I also wonder how many other people are testing this underwear. Is this something that takes thousands of testers? Maybe there is something potentially dangerous about these boxer briefs and my pubes will fall off. Except anyone that reads this shit knows I shave, so that would actually be convenient. I don’t want to end up like those guys in England that swelled up and almost died. Well, I guess if the swelling were localized…

But there is more on my mind.

I have mentioned one ex many times. This is the one I really know I loved, but she treated me like shit and I said fuck it. But she is so very much on my mind.

I was at the pool and there were 2 kids that looked just like her sons standing outside the locked gate, unable to get in. They just watched as the people in the pool played, but they couldn’t come in. It was so very sad, and we used to take the kids to the pool.

Then there was a dream. In the dream we got back together, but she continued to work the kinds of jobs that are bad for both of us, and I just couldn’t handle it. We had a big fight and that was it. I awoke with the same feeling of loss I have had so many times.

The next day at the pool there was a new neighbor that looked so much like this woman it was frightening. And those 2 boys that had been outside looking in were in the pool swimming. I just sat there stunned because it was all so surreal. I know the woman saw me looking at her, but I am also sure she had no idea what I was really thinking. Hell, how could she?

And tonight as I was trying to find out how to delete a Yahoo 360 friend (which I still can’t do) I broke down and checked this woman’s profile. I found a link to her MySpace account. And there she was. She is still single and still having no luck with guys. And, based on what I saw, the guys chasing her are the exact same kind that litters her past. She is just a private message away. But I can’t.

The reality is I do love her, and maybe I am in love with her, but I know she has a ways to go before she is ready for anything real, and she doesn’t even realize that. Instead she will continue to try to combine being unsettled with the search for true love. And I just do not believe those things are compatible.

And, you know, one of the few movies that makes me cry is For the Love of the Game.

Tell me about your underwear in the forum.

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Well, summer dating season has begun. I have no idea why there is such a thing as summer dating season, but there is.

So what does this mean for me? Not a damn thing. See, today is the start of my month with my son. So even though there are potential partners for a summer dating season extravaganza, I am not going to be pursuing any of them because I am not going to hire a sitter during my month. So unless a date opportunity happens to coincide with a surprise request by his mother for some time, then I will be passing on any invitations.

There is one exception. There is a certain single mom that doesn’t like to ‘date” much anyway. Instead she prefers to just hang out because of her baby. I am actually OK with that. Babies are OK in small doses, and my son actually loves and is very good with them. Since that wouldn’t be the least bit romantic, having them in the situation doesn’t bug me much. It’s hard to get too friendly with a baby and a 7-year old in the room. Well, for me anyway. Some of you pervs may not have a problem with it.

The interesting thing as that this coincides with my possible liaison with the crazy stripper. I guess that won’t be happening. I tried to explain to her why, but she didn’t get it. In fact, she asked why my son and I didn’t just meet her at Whataburger when she got off work. In case you are wondering, yes, she wanted me to take my son to a fast food restaurant after 2 in the morning. This does not include the fact that she would likely be extremely drunk. She was in fact somewhat surprised that my son is not normally still awake at 2AM. Maybe it’s different in Stripperland, but where I live, little kids are generally asleep before 10.

I am facing a serious dilemma though. On June 10th there is a fight I have really been looking forward to. I could just pay for it on Pay-Per-View, but $50 to watch it alone really sucks. Since the people I watch fights with all live in Dallas, they don’t want to drive all the way out here for a fight, even if I threw a party, which I couldn’t do anyway with my son here. I do not really want to hire a sitter, and I also don’t want to ask his mom to help me out. This may be one of those times a parent makes a sacrifice. (For the record, the crazy stripper doesn’t figure in this equation in any way, as her husband would be with her that weekend anyway)

You know, I just realized how bizarre it is to be discussing which weekends I can bang a stripper, and how that is impacted by when her husband will be staying in the hotel with her. Did I mention how hot she is though?

Let me add something here. There is a phrase used by many guys to describe attractive women: stripper hot.

This is a level and type of hotness that is very rare. Even the vas majority of strippers are not “stripper hot”. In fact, as a group, they are not really above average. But when you see some women, your eyes just bug out. These are the women that even my friend and I agree are extremely hot, and we have very different tastes. This woman is ‘stripper hot”.

Did I mention she can put her calves behind her neck?

And, no, I haven’t called her.

Make fun of me in the forums.

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