So I kept up with pot. from Houston while I was in Denver. We texted the whole time and I let him know that I would be flying back into Houston. I mentioned something about relieving some stress from the day in Denver by going out on the town with a friend that lives in Houston. After I found out she was busy and had other plans, I texted him saying I had a change of plans and probably wouldn't stay unless he wanted to do to quick meet up somewhere, possibly drinks because I needed to give my liver a little workout from the stress from Denver... To which he said...
"Well, I know so good places in Houston to go out."
"I need to change, I can't go out like how I am." (at this point I was in half day old make up, jeans, a tshirt, and boots... Not going out material...
"That's ok you can change at my place, if you want."
"Sounds like a plan."
He gives me directions, then I get confused, then he texts me his address...
I pull into the garage and I see Benzes, Bentleys, BMWs, Audis, Lexi, etc. (SCORE!)
He carries my bag into his loft and it's like a maze to get to it...
He makes me a drink, we talk, blah blah blah, then I give him options of what I have to go out in... We choose and I change while he watches some tv in the living room...
I must admit, I looked pretty damn cute! We get into his BENZ L350 and head to this bar with the black band. THEY WERE SOOOOOOO GOOD! Buys me drinks, we dance, I get tipsy because I hadn't had anything to eat and wasn't hungry. It's about 1:30 and we decide to go back to his place. We get back and we watch tv, then we start to kiss, and then we do the dirty. It was really good! We don't get to bed until 5:30 or 6:00am and I woke up at 9:00am to a band playing.... FML. We have sex again, talk, and cuddle. It's 1:00pm and we decide to go to lunch. I take a shower and get cleaned up and we head out.
Haven't talked to him lately. Sent him a text a couple of days ago, but no response. I'm not really that worried about it. SO MUCH NEW NEWS LADIES!
Yes, I just have to give you the cliff hanger!
Jan 28, 2010
Jan 18, 2010
Disastrous Trip To Denver
I had to get up at 7am, get dolled up, and make the two and a half hour drive down to the nearest International airport.
When I landed, I called him.
"We are landed and headed to the gate"
"You're early"
"Yep"
"Well call me when you have your bags and we will develop a secret hand shake"
"o............k"
In my mind I was thinking "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!?!?!?!"
He pulls up in an old Mercedes soft top convertible. (clue #1: NO MONEY)
He gets out with OLD OLD jeans straight from the 80's, you know ACID WASH!! As well as an orange sweater that looked like you could get it at goodwill for $2 (clue #2: NO STYLE)
He looked 60 and looked like he was dying... (clue #3: PROBABLY NEEDED VIAGRA, I WASN'T GOING TO FUCK HIM)
He took me to the Coors Brewery Tour. It was dumb and completely pointless. I was in heels. He should have taken me to some wine tasting. (Clue #4)
His house was built in the 1950's, very awesome architecturally but decor wise IT WAS ATROCIOUS!!! He had granite TILE for the island (DUMB just get it as one piece cheap ass) His fridge was not sub zero, it was some cheap offbrand one... cook top was amazing, gas, viking. Stoves were OLD. Color choices were fucking ewwy. You can tell so much from a guy's place. If he is cheap and likes to appear rich... which was def. the case with him. (clue #5)
anyway he had cooked me dinner, it was pretty good... He MADE me stay up to watch some dumb ass movie with him. I bet him $50 that I wouldn't fall asleep during the movie (I knew he wasn't going to pay for my parking or my gas so I needed to make a bet at this point) He was being cheap with $50. FUCKING CHEAP ASS (sorry I'm just still bitter)
Movie ends and I want to go to bed... He doesn't offer me a guest bed room, he just automatically assumes that I'm going to sleep with him. At this point I really didn't care because I just wanted to go to sleep. He was horny and I was so fucking tired. This bed is super uncomfortable (CHEAP ASS BUY A NEW MATTRESS, I'm sure he had it since the 80's) He started rubbing my ass and my stomach and I wasn't buying it... I told him "I'm trying to sleep, I'm very tired" which lead to him doing it more and under my pjs. At this point I was getting super pissed and REALLY fed up for his lack of listening skills. I took his hand from under my pj pants and threw his hand back onto himself...
"JEEEEEEEZ" is the next thing that came out of his mouth...
"Well I'm tired, I have a head ache, I don't feel like fucking you, and OH wait did I mention I was tired?"
I stayed in bed for most of the morning, I was awake but knew he didn't know I was awake. He finally walked in and I said "Hi" with a shit eating grin on my face and ready for this conversation... I could tell he HAD something on his mind. "What are we going to do today?"
"Change of plans, I'm going to take you back to the airport because I don't think we are a good mesh."
"o...k"
I got up, got ready, got everything packed, and we headed off to the airport in silence.
He gave me $100. We said our goodbyes.
So to change back my flight to SAT it was $170 I had to pay out of pocket... Good thing I brought cash with me... Had some good people watching for 4 hours while my plane came in. Had lunch, read a lot. SMY was so cute. He was so worried about me, I almost started crying on the phone with him, but I knew it would ruin my pretty little made up face, So I made my self stop... He asked if I was ok and he was a good person to lean on in a time of need.
I got back to my normal self with attitude and headed back to Texas a changed woman...
When I landed, I called him.
"We are landed and headed to the gate"
"You're early"
"Yep"
"Well call me when you have your bags and we will develop a secret hand shake"
"o............k"
In my mind I was thinking "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!?!?!?!"
He pulls up in an old Mercedes soft top convertible. (clue #1: NO MONEY)
He gets out with OLD OLD jeans straight from the 80's, you know ACID WASH!! As well as an orange sweater that looked like you could get it at goodwill for $2 (clue #2: NO STYLE)
He looked 60 and looked like he was dying... (clue #3: PROBABLY NEEDED VIAGRA, I WASN'T GOING TO FUCK HIM)
He took me to the Coors Brewery Tour. It was dumb and completely pointless. I was in heels. He should have taken me to some wine tasting. (Clue #4)
His house was built in the 1950's, very awesome architecturally but decor wise IT WAS ATROCIOUS!!! He had granite TILE for the island (DUMB just get it as one piece cheap ass) His fridge was not sub zero, it was some cheap offbrand one... cook top was amazing, gas, viking. Stoves were OLD. Color choices were fucking ewwy. You can tell so much from a guy's place. If he is cheap and likes to appear rich... which was def. the case with him. (clue #5)
anyway he had cooked me dinner, it was pretty good... He MADE me stay up to watch some dumb ass movie with him. I bet him $50 that I wouldn't fall asleep during the movie (I knew he wasn't going to pay for my parking or my gas so I needed to make a bet at this point) He was being cheap with $50. FUCKING CHEAP ASS (sorry I'm just still bitter)
Movie ends and I want to go to bed... He doesn't offer me a guest bed room, he just automatically assumes that I'm going to sleep with him. At this point I really didn't care because I just wanted to go to sleep. He was horny and I was so fucking tired. This bed is super uncomfortable (CHEAP ASS BUY A NEW MATTRESS, I'm sure he had it since the 80's) He started rubbing my ass and my stomach and I wasn't buying it... I told him "I'm trying to sleep, I'm very tired" which lead to him doing it more and under my pjs. At this point I was getting super pissed and REALLY fed up for his lack of listening skills. I took his hand from under my pj pants and threw his hand back onto himself...
"JEEEEEEEZ" is the next thing that came out of his mouth...
"Well I'm tired, I have a head ache, I don't feel like fucking you, and OH wait did I mention I was tired?"
I stayed in bed for most of the morning, I was awake but knew he didn't know I was awake. He finally walked in and I said "Hi" with a shit eating grin on my face and ready for this conversation... I could tell he HAD something on his mind. "What are we going to do today?"
"Change of plans, I'm going to take you back to the airport because I don't think we are a good mesh."
"o...k"
I got up, got ready, got everything packed, and we headed off to the airport in silence.
He gave me $100. We said our goodbyes.
So to change back my flight to SAT it was $170 I had to pay out of pocket... Good thing I brought cash with me... Had some good people watching for 4 hours while my plane came in. Had lunch, read a lot. SMY was so cute. He was so worried about me, I almost started crying on the phone with him, but I knew it would ruin my pretty little made up face, So I made my self stop... He asked if I was ok and he was a good person to lean on in a time of need.
I got back to my normal self with attitude and headed back to Texas a changed woman...
Jan 12, 2010
Update, Finally!
Sorry I haven't been updating lately. Just thought I would give you more than just a couple of sentences for a week...
The night out with the Texas girls was amazing... I had some guy hit on me that told me,
"I will support you financially, emotionally, and will be faithful to you."
I responded, "I don't think you could afford me, I don't believe in being faithful, and seems like you have gotten a lot of dumb girls in your bed with that one, but you're talking to a smart girl right now, step up your game." He was instantly intrigued. Come to find out he was in the army rangers or something, aka couldn't afford me, He was leaving for Germany or Belgium within two weeks, and HE HAD THE RALPH LAUREN POLO GUY TATTOOED ON HIS CHEST... say it with me girls, "FUCKING DOUCHE LORD."
Mean while the girls (Ivanka and Southern) had left me and went up to the bar... left me to fend for myself with this super dumb idiot guy. I forgave them. And then I met up with my brother downtown to give him a ride back to his house... well that didn't end till 5:30 in the morning and had to move the next day. It was dumb of me but whatev.
Lately...
I have been getting organized, talking to pots, and giving SMY's ego a complete boost... (which he completely needs)
The newest edition to the POT (haha see what I did right there?!) is Mr. Talkative.
Mr. Talkative talked my ear off yesterday when we spoke on the phone, but seems very serious about the whole meeting and shopping and his country club and house, did I mention BOAT! He emails have been very grammatically correct (THANK GOD) and a pleasure to read. He lives out on a lake and has a boat and a dog and goes golfing and shopping and loves to eat up at the club house (I think is a 4 star restaurant). He wanted for me to come up to where he lives and go shopping and out to dinner on New Years Ever, but I had to break it to him that I would be babysitting or I would totally go... He has the voice of a pilot, which kinda freaks me out, because my father is a pilot... I really hope they don't know each other if he does do a little flying. Maybe I should ask...
Well now I'm off to go stroke SMY's ego for a little bit... aka "work". So he is paying me to go through stuff in his office and whatnot. $20/hr pretty nice for him. Yesterday I had only worked like 2 or 3 hours and he said something about being generous before we talked about money. "What about $100?"
"If you're really generous, you would give me a little extra."
WABAM!
A check written for $120 when I was only supposed to get paid for $40. All in a day's work, ladies... Now these checks should be reading $1000 and I wished he would have given me $200, but remember he is small time. I boost his ego, he buys me amazing sushi and takes me out for bottle service and what not, not to mention the drugs... excellente! I mean, NO! I don't do drugs!
I told SMY about Mr. Denver and he wants his "butt nutt" (yes that's the nick name he calls me, horrible I know, but he says it because he knows I hate it) to be very safe and call him if ANYTHING goes wrong... Well you know how this little trip is on the weekend? He wants me to call him if there is an emergency so wifey doesn't get all in his business... I told him I was checking in with my bestie every couple of hours... Mr. Denver was completely fine with that as well. He said "I want you to feel comfortable, that way you will be more fun." HA! Well spoken my man...
Mr. Denver has two mountain houses and one or two in the city... We are supposed to head up to one of the mountain houses (whichever one isn't rented right now) for a night. UMM HOT TUBING IN SNOW AND FRESH AIR! I heart the mountains! He owns a mortgage company and mostly does commercial... so pretty wealthy... YAY!
Psycho in a hand basket called me yesterday, I thought it was Mr. Denver from his office, FUCKING WEIRDO! Thank god I was busy and had a friend in the car with me....
Mr. G messaged me the other day saying he would be in town in 4 weeks... YAY! waiting for his HAWT voice to give me a ring on my cute little phone. Have to keep in mind he is a little player, but looking at all my guys, I guess I am too...
Well, Off to "work" to get some money or lunch... I wonder what we will have for lunch time today...
Luv ya meant it!
- Nicole SS
The night out with the Texas girls was amazing... I had some guy hit on me that told me,
"I will support you financially, emotionally, and will be faithful to you."
I responded, "I don't think you could afford me, I don't believe in being faithful, and seems like you have gotten a lot of dumb girls in your bed with that one, but you're talking to a smart girl right now, step up your game." He was instantly intrigued. Come to find out he was in the army rangers or something, aka couldn't afford me, He was leaving for Germany or Belgium within two weeks, and HE HAD THE RALPH LAUREN POLO GUY TATTOOED ON HIS CHEST... say it with me girls, "FUCKING DOUCHE LORD."
Mean while the girls (Ivanka and Southern) had left me and went up to the bar... left me to fend for myself with this super dumb idiot guy. I forgave them. And then I met up with my brother downtown to give him a ride back to his house... well that didn't end till 5:30 in the morning and had to move the next day. It was dumb of me but whatev.
Lately...
I have been getting organized, talking to pots, and giving SMY's ego a complete boost... (which he completely needs)
The newest edition to the POT (haha see what I did right there?!) is Mr. Talkative.
Mr. Talkative talked my ear off yesterday when we spoke on the phone, but seems very serious about the whole meeting and shopping and his country club and house, did I mention BOAT! He emails have been very grammatically correct (THANK GOD) and a pleasure to read. He lives out on a lake and has a boat and a dog and goes golfing and shopping and loves to eat up at the club house (I think is a 4 star restaurant). He wanted for me to come up to where he lives and go shopping and out to dinner on New Years Ever, but I had to break it to him that I would be babysitting or I would totally go... He has the voice of a pilot, which kinda freaks me out, because my father is a pilot... I really hope they don't know each other if he does do a little flying. Maybe I should ask...
Well now I'm off to go stroke SMY's ego for a little bit... aka "work". So he is paying me to go through stuff in his office and whatnot. $20/hr pretty nice for him. Yesterday I had only worked like 2 or 3 hours and he said something about being generous before we talked about money. "What about $100?"
"If you're really generous, you would give me a little extra."
WABAM!
A check written for $120 when I was only supposed to get paid for $40. All in a day's work, ladies... Now these checks should be reading $1000 and I wished he would have given me $200, but remember he is small time. I boost his ego, he buys me amazing sushi and takes me out for bottle service and what not, not to mention the drugs... excellente! I mean, NO! I don't do drugs!
I told SMY about Mr. Denver and he wants his "butt nutt" (yes that's the nick name he calls me, horrible I know, but he says it because he knows I hate it) to be very safe and call him if ANYTHING goes wrong... Well you know how this little trip is on the weekend? He wants me to call him if there is an emergency so wifey doesn't get all in his business... I told him I was checking in with my bestie every couple of hours... Mr. Denver was completely fine with that as well. He said "I want you to feel comfortable, that way you will be more fun." HA! Well spoken my man...
Mr. Denver has two mountain houses and one or two in the city... We are supposed to head up to one of the mountain houses (whichever one isn't rented right now) for a night. UMM HOT TUBING IN SNOW AND FRESH AIR! I heart the mountains! He owns a mortgage company and mostly does commercial... so pretty wealthy... YAY!
Psycho in a hand basket called me yesterday, I thought it was Mr. Denver from his office, FUCKING WEIRDO! Thank god I was busy and had a friend in the car with me....
Mr. G messaged me the other day saying he would be in town in 4 weeks... YAY! waiting for his HAWT voice to give me a ring on my cute little phone. Have to keep in mind he is a little player, but looking at all my guys, I guess I am too...
Well, Off to "work" to get some money or lunch... I wonder what we will have for lunch time today...
Luv ya meant it!
- Nicole SS
Jan 4, 2010
Very first thing this morning... A call from SMY!
I LOVE Monday mornings when he calls. And to know that the first thing after he gets out of his house, I am the one he calls. It makes me have this huge shit-eating grin on my face. We had gotten on the subject of spoiling and how I needed to be spoiled again soon. He asked me if I had gotten everything I wanted from V.S. I told him sure, but I need more bras and don't get them from V.S. (having HUGE boobs suck! So freaking expensive for cute, good quality bras) He wanted me to come by the office and be a little naughty secretary today, unfortunately I couldn't because I had to help my mom finish moving... which still isn't finished. I NEED A MASSAGE DADDY SMY! And preferably not from you, because you suck!
Mr. Denver called today, but my phone was in my car. I texted him back, and no reply. Maybe he is too old and doesn't know how to send texts? Who knows. If my mom can send texts, he should know how to...
Just a little post for now. The bath is calling my name and I can't resist it, like a mouse to a piece of cheese.
Toodles lovelies! (Almost getting delirious now, tehehe)
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