Just in case you're wondering

The double date didn't happen.

I'm bummed.

I got home from work, Mrs. A said C was visiting her in-laws this weekend. Do I still want to go out?

Sure.

What do you want to do?

I roll my eyes. How many of you play this game? She asks what you want to do because she's tired of deciding. You, on the other hand, are tired of trying to figure out what the hell she want's to do so that you can suggest it. I can think of lots of things, but none of them are on her list.

Let's find a bar with live entertainment. No, I'm not in the mood for that tonight.

Let's go down town and walk around the Harbor. It's too far.

Get a six-pack, some CDs and a couple blankets, park the truck someplace secluded... It's too hot out.

We can go to that dive motel where we spent our anniversary that one year. The one with the jacuzzi room. I have to be up early. Let's to that another time.

How about a movie? What's playing? Nothing she wants to see.

We decided to eat dinner at home (pizza), do some shopping at the mall, then go out for coffee and cheesecake. Pizza, same ole, same ole. Victoria's secret, where she had a coupon for a free pair of panties--she picked out a black with white stripes Body by Victoria boyshort--followed by an hour and a half of clothes and shoe shopping. By the time we left the mall the coffee shop was closed. We went home.

On the way home she hands me the VS bag--she got them for me. God, I love that woman.

We didn't fuck that night. But I did wear the panties Saturday.

Double Date

Next Friday Mrs. Arkay and I are going out to dinner with C and C's husband. I've never met Husband. My understanding is that he's about 10 years younger than C. C is probably early 40s.

Here's the thing. I've been jacking off to fantasies of C since I first met her over two years ago. So I've got this wild fantasy of the four of us getting naked at some point in the evening.

If that happened, it'd be a first for us. I'm wondering what I can do to encourage the outcome. Or if I even should.

I've been tagged. This is a first for me.

A) Four jobs I have had in my life: Ice Cream scooper, Short-order cook, TV salesman, accountant.

B) Four movies I could watch over and over: The Philadelphia Story, Stalag 17, The Best Years of Our Lives, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

C) Four places I have lived: Fort Worth, Texas; Billinghay, Lincolnshire, UK; Temple Hills, Maryland; Columbus, Ohio.

D) Four TV shows I love to watch: Family Guy, Monk, The Rockford Files, and Maximum Extreme Challange

E) Four places I've been on vacation: Orlando, Florida; Ocean City, Maryland; Wilmington, North Carolina; New York, New York

F) Four of my favorite websites: Qwantz, Post Secret, Plan59, and The Prelinger Archive.

G) Four of my favorite foods: Bacon 'n Eggs, Blue Crabs, Steak and Chees sub, "Chicken Mess"

H) Four friends I will tag: Becca, Ann, Jezebelle, and Madame X

I) Right now I would rather be: On a boat on the bay.

Let's get Freudian

The first girl I ever saw naked was my sister Karen.

Our cousin Kelly was visiting and the three of us were in my bedroom playing cards and drinking soda. Karen talked us into playing a modified game of spin the bottle. Who ever the bottle pointed at when it stopped had to remove one article of clothing. So as not to be too embarassed, we turned off the lights and played in the dark.

Karen lost.

Then we turned on the lights. I remember being surprised because I hadn't realized that she had started developing.

Then the lights went off and we played again... and again, and again, until each of us had a turn at 'losing.'

Kelly was less impressive than Karen. She still didn't have anything on top.

When it was my turn, they both laughed. Apparently I was the first naked boy either of them had ever seen too, and they thought it looked funny. I was embarassed.

Afterwards we drank more soda and played cards some more.