The coming of cold weather means one thing and that is it is time for snuggling whether it be in front of a roaring fireplace or sitting around a campfire somewhere and if it is real bad, an electric blanket will do in a pinch. I am planning a beach trip in a couple of weeks and I am looking forward to building a fire on the beach and hanging out by the fire some. I am hoping it will be a little bit warmer at the beach but the philosophy is the same.
I would really like to go back to Savannah because I love the history of the place and I also have a little bit of unfinished business to take care of.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Sleazeball With A Heart
I spent most of the day thinking (when you have the mind numbing job I do, it gives you plenty of time to think) about how I could pull off being that guy and I think I may have found an answer.
I can be a Sleazeball with a heart. I am not talking about taping cab fare to their forehead so they have a way home when they wake up and I am gone in the morning. I can make them breakfast in bed before I send them on their way. I don't have any problems with that. I am a decent cook and I make a mean breakfast. A morning quickie after breakfast would be a good send off.
The setting is also key. When I get into my new place it will be perfect. A great view of the mountains, a deck with a barbecue, a great place to set my telescope up and view the stars, lots of privacy, a little creek nearby, and a great place to take walks. I also have a firepit for snuggling by the fire on those cool fall nights. Hugh Hefner eat your heart out.
I can be sleazy but respectful, funny yet sensitive, and lustful but sincere. I can wear many hats. I can be that guy with a heart.
I can be a Sleazeball with a heart. I am not talking about taping cab fare to their forehead so they have a way home when they wake up and I am gone in the morning. I can make them breakfast in bed before I send them on their way. I don't have any problems with that. I am a decent cook and I make a mean breakfast. A morning quickie after breakfast would be a good send off.
The setting is also key. When I get into my new place it will be perfect. A great view of the mountains, a deck with a barbecue, a great place to set my telescope up and view the stars, lots of privacy, a little creek nearby, and a great place to take walks. I also have a firepit for snuggling by the fire on those cool fall nights. Hugh Hefner eat your heart out.
I can be sleazy but respectful, funny yet sensitive, and lustful but sincere. I can wear many hats. I can be that guy with a heart.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Pulling This Off
Phase One of my "plan" is now complete. I went to the Doctor this morning and I did not exactly get a clean bill of health but I did get my prescription for the "little blue pill." I am facing at least two surgeries and maybe more, but those are going to have to be put on the back burner (for now).
I was contacted by a few of my readers last night that doubt my ability to become "that guy." One even went so far as to say that I have a "loving heart" and do not have it in me to create this sleazy alter ego. I really appreciate those kind words especially considering all I have been through here lately. I definitely need to work on my "game" (I don't even know if I have a game) but I am hoping that will come in time. Maybe I could go to a Sleazeball training camp of some kind or watch a 2 and a Half Men marathon or something or maybe even a few episodes of Rules of Engagement.
Right now I am putting my bottle of "little blue pills" in my fireproof safe so if the house burns down, I still have something to fall back on.
I was contacted by a few of my readers last night that doubt my ability to become "that guy." One even went so far as to say that I have a "loving heart" and do not have it in me to create this sleazy alter ego. I really appreciate those kind words especially considering all I have been through here lately. I definitely need to work on my "game" (I don't even know if I have a game) but I am hoping that will come in time. Maybe I could go to a Sleazeball training camp of some kind or watch a 2 and a Half Men marathon or something or maybe even a few episodes of Rules of Engagement.
Right now I am putting my bottle of "little blue pills" in my fireproof safe so if the house burns down, I still have something to fall back on.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
The Godfather of Strip Clubs
People refer to James Brown as "the Godfather of Soul." The other night when I was in Charlotte I got to hang out with the Godfather of Strip Clubs. He is an older gentleman (at least he is older than me) and he is a friend of a friend of mine. He met us at the Tilted Kilt restaurant for lunch on Saturday and the theme for the Tilted Kilt is the waitresses dress up like Catholic school girls. Most every guy includes his woman dressing up like a Catholic school girl among his fantasies.
The Godfather was up for touring the city with us strip club by strip club but little did I know he was going to be the best tour guide ever. He was a wealth of knowledge about the history of strip clubs in Charlotte dating back to the mid-1960's and I see a book in the making.
We started out at the Crazy Horse on Independence Boulevard but it was early on a Saturday afternoon and not much was going on. We hit the Gentleman's Club on Woodlawn next and it was definitely more interesting. One of the entertainers and I had an in depth discussion about reincarnation and I am always up for hearing new ideas especially while getting a lap dance. It was still early on a Saturday afternoon so we moved on to the Gold Club on Old Pineville Road where the Godfather joined us.
My two friends and I were not getting much attention from the entertainers but as soon as the Godfather showed up, we were surrounded by beautiful women. The Godfather started buying me beer and lap dances and that was when I knew I was with strip club royalty. The Godfather knew how to make things happen.
We had to take a dinner break and the Godfather wanted to take me to a fairly new club after dinner that I had never been to called Candy's Cabaret. The Godfather wanted to introduce me to some new talent he had found the night before in the form of 36 DDD's. This entertainer posessed the most perfect set of boobs I have ever seen. John sent her over to me and the girl was in street clothes and she said "John sent me over to dance for you." She had a t-shirt and some blue jeans but it was one of the sexiest dances I have ever received. It might be because she was in street clothes.
We bounced to Leather and Lace South after that so I could see an old friend. The Godfather sent me a few more "recommendations" and he definitely has an eye for talent. We finished out the night at the Gold Club which has always been my favorite club and it provided the perfect finish to the evening- beer, lap dances, and the MMA fight on the big screen and I got to hang out with the Godfather of strip clubs.
The Godfather was up for touring the city with us strip club by strip club but little did I know he was going to be the best tour guide ever. He was a wealth of knowledge about the history of strip clubs in Charlotte dating back to the mid-1960's and I see a book in the making.
We started out at the Crazy Horse on Independence Boulevard but it was early on a Saturday afternoon and not much was going on. We hit the Gentleman's Club on Woodlawn next and it was definitely more interesting. One of the entertainers and I had an in depth discussion about reincarnation and I am always up for hearing new ideas especially while getting a lap dance. It was still early on a Saturday afternoon so we moved on to the Gold Club on Old Pineville Road where the Godfather joined us.
My two friends and I were not getting much attention from the entertainers but as soon as the Godfather showed up, we were surrounded by beautiful women. The Godfather started buying me beer and lap dances and that was when I knew I was with strip club royalty. The Godfather knew how to make things happen.
We had to take a dinner break and the Godfather wanted to take me to a fairly new club after dinner that I had never been to called Candy's Cabaret. The Godfather wanted to introduce me to some new talent he had found the night before in the form of 36 DDD's. This entertainer posessed the most perfect set of boobs I have ever seen. John sent her over to me and the girl was in street clothes and she said "John sent me over to dance for you." She had a t-shirt and some blue jeans but it was one of the sexiest dances I have ever received. It might be because she was in street clothes.
We bounced to Leather and Lace South after that so I could see an old friend. The Godfather sent me a few more "recommendations" and he definitely has an eye for talent. We finished out the night at the Gold Club which has always been my favorite club and it provided the perfect finish to the evening- beer, lap dances, and the MMA fight on the big screen and I got to hang out with the Godfather of strip clubs.
No More Mr. Nice Guy
One of rocker Alice Cooper's best known songs is "No More Mr. Nice Guy." That is going to be my mantra for the next little while. I have tried being the nice guy. I have tried my damnedest not to be "that guy" and have even written about it several times. All I have gotten out of being the nice guy is lied to, used , and thrown to the side so the women I go out with and try to have a relationship with can go running back to that guy when he shows up again.
I believe I am going to be that guy for a while or at least try to be that guy for a while. The only road block I am going to have to this concept is getting over my guilt of treating women badly. I hate making people feel bad about themselves and it really bothers me. I honestly hope I am never going to get used to treating people that way. I can pass this off as a "social experiment" but that is not going to make me feel any better about myself. I am curious to see if That Guy lives a better, fuller life than Mr. Nice Guy.
So off I go into the land of one night stands with a bottle of Viagra in hand, a thesis on paper, and a heavy conscience that I hope is always there. I will not be naming names or making them known in any way and I will never tell them about this blog.
I believe I am going to be that guy for a while or at least try to be that guy for a while. The only road block I am going to have to this concept is getting over my guilt of treating women badly. I hate making people feel bad about themselves and it really bothers me. I honestly hope I am never going to get used to treating people that way. I can pass this off as a "social experiment" but that is not going to make me feel any better about myself. I am curious to see if That Guy lives a better, fuller life than Mr. Nice Guy.
So off I go into the land of one night stands with a bottle of Viagra in hand, a thesis on paper, and a heavy conscience that I hope is always there. I will not be naming names or making them known in any way and I will never tell them about this blog.
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