Let’s get into the dirt of the Manic Monday post right up front. I’m a bitch sometimes. I did something on Saturday night that I will always regret and feel really bad about doing. I can blame it on alcohol but that excuse doesn’t fly, I chose to drink.
So you know me somewhat, I smile a lot (which you don’t exactly know because I don’t show you), I can flirt, and I am happy to see people I recognize out and about. I probably give off a “fuck me” vibe when I’m dressed for dancing at the club. This usually isn’t a problem for me, I still don’t get picked up on…by guys.
My husband and I were at our favorite local club and there happened to be quite a popular performer there up on stage. We were dancing and watching the twerking going on, and a girl we had met before came up and started dancing all up on me. I was feeling good, looked hot (no red scarf though), and I was down to dance with men. Men only, that night.
It was her birthday. Shit, I suck. I danced with her a few minutes after she told me it was her birthday. I was really trying to keep my distance but she kept getting closer to me, pushing her ass all up on me. I got the vibe from her that she wanted us. It sort of freaked me out because I have no fucking clue how to let people down easy.
I blurted, “I’m not into this.”
She didn’t hear me and now was rubbing her tits on me.
I know I like to play with girls, but I think the idea of a threesome with another girl is still sort of freaking me out. Chloe was different, she brought a man to the party and seemed secure in her relationship with him. A single girl (probably a bit drunk too) screamed “danger” to me.
“I’m really not into this.” I spoke louder into her ear this time.
“Into what?” She asked with a smile.
Oh she was going to make me say it? Fuck that. I got a little pissed, couldn’t she take a clue?
“I’m not into THIS” I said again, waving my hands around to demonstrate that I’m not into dancing with her anymore.
She still didn’t get it. She danced closer. I felt a little trapped at that moment. What do I do? I turn into the BEYOTCH of epic proportion. You would never guess what my drunk mind told me to do at that point….
I grabbed her right tit, like pretty rough, and I yelled, “I AM NOT INTO THIS!!!!”
She looked at me with wide eyes at that point. I took a step back, realizing what I’d done.
“Any other night, I might be down to have fun with you like that, I don’t have a problem with it, but tonight I’m just not into this.” I managed to explain, though it was loud and she still may not have heard me.
But she got my message, because she danced away at that point. For the next 18 hours it ate at me how much of a cunt I had been. Though I didn’t let that eating feeling ruin my night. The next day I realized I may have ruined hers. Who gets rejected on their birthday like that?
I’m due for a dose of karmic retribution and I’m so very scared what it will look like. I will see her again and she looks like the type that might beat me up.
Nothing to report here, no bold new discoveries based on discussions going on in other blogs.
As I get time I try to check out some of the most nominated blogs for the Best Sex Blog of 2013 (at Between My Sheets). I’m curious about the many sex toy review blogs. I suppose I’m a newbie with toys, because I can’t really tell a difference between my dildo and a cucumber because the end result seems to be the same. Except the cucumber would be bigger and I’d put a condom on him. Who is your go-to blogger if you are in the market for a toy?
Last week I was asked a great question by Tis Personal, “If you could be any spice, which one would it be and why?”
I had a whole week to think of it, and I’m going to give an answer I wish was a bit more exciting. I mulled it over (get it? “mulled”) and I really feel like if I was a spice it would be a versatile one, something that can be paired with anything and act as a flavor enhancer. So I thought and thought, cinnamon because it has some kick, and it does enhance flavor, but not for everything so that isn’t my answer.
My answer, salt. Hehe. How imaginative right? But salt is so good with sweets, salted chocolate caramel, fuck me it is good! Salt sprinkled on veggies brings a clarity of flavor. Salt draws out moisture (when I make zucchini noodles I slice the squash longways into noodles, place into a colander, and then salt it, which makes all the juices run out–making it crisp). And, I can’t even eat eggs unless they have some salt on them. If there was no salt in your chocolate chip cookies, they would taste like shit. Well, sort of.
I don’t salt everything, but when I do, it makes it better. To fancify my answer, I would be Himalayan Sea Salt. Now, I challenge anyone to give your own answer. I would love to know what kind of spice my readers would be.
Well, I think I will leave this Manic Monday post at that. I’m a beyotch. And I’m not even spicy, I’m just a little salty. Why did I choose to tell you the story about hurting another woman’s feelings? I don’t know, I feel like I need to be knocked down a notch sometimes. I need a spanking maybe? I had to get it out to be free from the burden of it. I guess. I’m a pain in the ass, just ask my husband. 🙂