Gypsy, I am so happy you found a hidden talent. If you continue to amaze, you might want to consider doing a solo national anthem at a sporting event. You go girl!
And I like the idea of talking with at least one new guy a day. I should try that too (except with girls)! I just know that I will never be able to compete with this guy
I don't know how to tell you this.. but.. uhh.. I don't think he was talkin'.
I'm not being selective in who I strike a conversation with. After 26 years of being with him, talking to other men is very different. I'm learning to let go of the protective shield to engage with other guys.
Of course, my next problem is.. that with the sexual abuse, my trigger response to a guy being nice to me is that it should become sexual. In my twenties I didn't know how to handle that, somehow thinking that was 'normal'. Now it's time to learn how to just 'be' without getting sucked into that twisted line of thinking.
Very very strange... and it requires a lot a lot of trust. I mean, how many guys would respect me learning my boundaries when sex could be 'that' close? I think that's another one of the reasons I keep the weight packed on.
Hey Missy, CONGRATS !!! On the singing, the new friend. Oh, & if you're going to talk nasty you'd better warn me.
<<<Today I have bragging rights on my bruises which complement my pricker shredded and pummeled.....
What the heck ???? What's a pricker & where can I get one ??
M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.
In my case, you can find pricker tendrils when you see a golf ball (that isn't mine) just 'that' far away. It was a good ball, too. Now I know why no one plucked it up. Ouch.
Now I get to see how much piano skills remain from 3rd grade to see if can figure out what a soprano is supposed to sound like!
In the past when I've worn shorts that didn't have pockets, I'd slide the extra golf ball at my waist band. It would stay there and I always felt very clever. Last week at the first tee, I showed my friend my trick. I'd taken lessons earlier in the season which improved my swing tremendously (considering it was only the second time I'd been out). The drive was high with a delicate draw and bounced with vim vigor and vitality landing in a much better place than I anticipated since I suck at aiming.
With a smile, I looked to her and casually felt for my ball. Around my waistband.. nothing. At my abdomen, nothing. I wiggled, I twisted and much to my horror, there is it was. I'd grown a testicle! Luckily the laughter sent it bouncing to the ground relieving me from the need to play with my ball. By the way, it was to the right.
Hmm... I can't tell if I've told this one but here goes.
That same day while golfing, and after the disastrous first experiment with ball placement I'd slip them into my bra. This bra shapes and forms me like the chassis of a Lamborghini on a Volkswagen base. I'd found this gel pushup padded low cut baby on sale at Victoria Secret's for $7 and figured, "What the hell!"
Since the bra was so secure, I'd slip a ball into each cup at the bra's edge, the cleavage and padding hiding the two extra lumps. Apparently when I swing, the movement. It was a pleasant day so since I wasn't sweating, I couldn't feel the balls shift. I was having such fun, I didn't pay attention to which side I'd pull out until I needed an extra ball. I felt inside... nuttin' but breast. I tried the other side, same result. I squeeezed both breasts and jiggled them with my hands on my shirt. Zip. I figured I'd lost the ball and went on.
At each hole the jiggling and searching intensified with my playing with my bosoms with alarming regularity. I tried to stop; my search for the balls was compulsive! Finally I went for the full dig, my hands scouring the soft well supported curves.
Oopsie. Right atop the nipple on my left breast was my beloved ball, a Nike JUICE which I plucked expertly happy that no one but my friend was around.
Next time I go out, I'm either going to wear something with pockets or a thinner support system.
