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sex and the city
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sex and the city cary bradshaw and her galpals made it all look so good didn't they? cosmos and expensive shoes and even if you spent the occasional evening at home alone, it was only because you were destined to meet the most utterly perfect person the very next day as you tripped every so gracefully over a loose cobblestone. bullshit. first of all, if you live in a city and pay rent, you can't afford to buy a cosmo, let alone a pair of shoes. so forget gadding about at all hours looking gorgeous because the haircuts those girls had cost at least 300 bucks. HAH. and if i trip over anything, i land. no charming 6'3" hunk grabs me just in time. i land. and i break something. and then i spend 6 weeks hobbling around looking pathetic with a big blue shoe that cost as much as cary's but is flipping ugly...well, you've seen them, you know. and bars. really? when you're over 35? then you're just a lush. before that you can look all flirty and isn't this fun but after that you just look sort of desperate. so where do you go?? here are the suggestions of well meaning but married people: take a course at the adult education center. omg. have you ever seen the people at the adult education center? i gave a course at the AEC. i couldn't figure out what the sound in the room was until about an hour had passed. it was teeth grinding...my teeth grinding. no one said anything, asked anything. my course was supposed to be fun. it was an intro to body work. half of the people wore gloves! aaaargh. go to wine tastings. i did a few. i learned quite a bit about wine. i like wine. i had a friend drive me after the first one because i kept forgetting to spit. what i didn't like so much were<b> whine </font></b>tasters. they seemed a bit pretentious. i could taste some variations but insouciance was not one of them. and i giggled at inappropriate moments. the word musty would get me every time. join a choir. snork. there isn't a choir in the world that would have me. go dancing. this i do but to be honest i go with my gays and i have a blast but this is not getting me laid. this is getting them laid. this is getting me a tighter and firmer ass so i'm not complaining over all. my not so funny colleague said i should just walk down XX Street around 2AM and as long as i wasn't too picky... i have given it some thought. which brought me to another thought. remember when you were young and you had no place to go to have sex, where did you go? the 4th hole at the golf course was a good place because it couldn't be seen from the street or the clubhouse. but it was a little crowded on saturday night.  The woods, every town has some woods, right? until you had a car, you had to rough it. i remember when they were building a house near me, that was great for about a month. a little splintery but dry and no poison ivy. so, do you have a special memory of a special place? my best was harvard stadium. that's right, harvard stadium. and yes, there was cheering. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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Wicked, you pose interesting questions. As to "where to meet people?" It sure is NOT as easy as when we were kids; it seems that everyone was programmed to be meeting and mating. Then we ended up mated and some of us end up here (or similar sites) as that initial mating did not last. Certainly for me, being out and active (and involved, etc) did not really generate as many interesting contacts as on-line did. Yet in the end, the lady I've been with for 7 years now was not an on-line meeting. Your actual results may vary (blah blah blah) Of the few Polyamory Date ladies I've met, all have proven to be interesting people. Where, pre-car, did we get it on? My favorite was the couch in my GF's family den. We managed to find real good seclusion there most every night, especially after her parents were in bed. But yes, the woods were a possibility too. I knew of a very hidden driveway in the city (next to a cemetary, going into the back of a big house's yard) where the entry was pretty much covered by bushes. Once thru the bushes, you had almost perfect privacy, but not the comforts of that couch! The only cheering was in my head! Chas < who is quite glad to be far beyond the "where to do it?" phase but does fondly remember the creativity that went into satisfying the need.
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I never had the 'where to go' problem, as I went off with a 23 year-old guy when I was 15 and he had his own place. As for where to meet men now, I share that dilemma with you.  Elevate me... 
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i only kissed a boy or madeout a couple of times before i was 16 so the bulk of my experience has been somewhere parents weren't, but accomodations were indoors for the most part. but the making out? on the tailgate of my daddy's truck at home once and in the back of a chevy van a couple of times
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I laughed all the way through this post--it's so true! My last home in Az backed up to the 4th green on the golf course. But it was more comfortable to use my king size bed than be out on the green and having a pack of coyotes circling. Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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You are so right, as much as I enjoyed that series, it was BULLSHIT. What young writer has the money to buy multiple pairs of $500 shoes the way that Carrie did?  I've been trying to do the 'meet-up' group thing, but it seems like it's about 80% women who show up for the events. The younger, buffer ones might have a ghost of a chance...lol. One of the hiking loonies just posted a Meet-up for a "spring semi-formal" hike where the women are supposed to wear skirts and hiking boots and the guys, a nice shirt and tie and hiking boots. Dinner in a restaurant afterward. Really? Couldn't we just skip the hike and all go out for dinner and dancing?   
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wickedeasy replies on 4/6/2012 1:34 pm: wow at 15? i had a 30 year old lover at 15 for about 6 months. that was inside, dry with a bed good time. but a little boring truth be told. I stayed with him for a few years, but there were extenuating circumstances. The Lost Years Elevate me...
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There comes a point in time (usually after about 50 or so) when we come to our senses. Oh yeah... there is always the occasional rage against the inevitable; but all in all... those senses don't lie. All that is necessary to be convinced is to look about for a count of how many people are actually happy with whom they are currently holding hands--or with whom they are currently texting. Ya get older--ya get wiser. And wisdom will, sooner or later, grab you by the throat, shake the shit outta you and scream... "Why are you still looking for someone? After all these years, haven't ya figured out... there ain't no one out there?" It's Easter-time, oui-oui. Whack yourself a rabbit and stew that critter up. There's a certain satisfaction in poppin' a cap in some cotton tail that just can't be had from holdin' hands--or from textin'.  Solar...
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Someday I will share the story of my best friend and I going off to college in the big city. Those memories still make us laugh, Oddest place when I was young...in the park, right out in the middle of everything in broad daylight. No one noticed a thing...probably because there was very little movement and no sound. LOL I was young and he was inexperienced.
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The most unusual place was my first time...he was a ground air traffic controller for the AF. We went upstairs in the hangar to the ladies' bathroom where there conveniently had a rack (aka bed)...only it was really a rack...lol. I was 17 1/2 (yeah, the half mattered to me). When it was over, I remember saying to myself, "THAT was what everyone was talking about!" I felt nothing...until the next time we did it...and the next, and the next...lol I have to say though that I can remember the most fun I had was on the beaches in Florida. I remember one occasion I had just finished having dinner with my bf and we went to the parking lot, the beach was just on the other side of the road....we did it on top of his car first while they were closing down the restaurant inside...then went down to the beach to finish. We had to do it standing up (bent over) because, as anyone knows who has been to the beach, sand in your crotch doesn't make for a fun screwing. I have several fun memories at the beach...one was in broad daylight where I got sucked off and then I returned the favor...don't think anyone saw us where we were but it was fun thinking we might get caught.
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