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It's tough righting wrongs, but I owe it to the world.......

Ain't too much goin' on in these here parts.  Well, except for the part where I've totally neglected my blog.  I'd love to promise that I won't do it again, but superheros are forbidden by the SuperHero Code Of Conduct to make promises they're not sure they can keep.  It's how we roll.

But holy cow....I haven't posted since March!  Uh, not acceptable! 

So what to talk about.......

I get asked a lot about how I met Lori.  SexyAds.  I placed an ad there and she answered.  I'm kind of surprised how well we got along.  Our personalities are totally different.  Go figure.

I love my ex-hubby.  Not that way of course.  But we did sleep together a couple of times after we split up.  But emotionally, it's all friend/friend now.  And he has a knack for picking the wrong women.  I mean, aside from me.  I'm fabulous.

Four girlfriends since our divorce.  Four.  I was talking with him last week and finally just told him to stop trying to have a serious relationship.  What he needs to do is play the field and get laid as often as he can for awhile.  That sounds callous, but sometimes people just aren't ready for a relationship and do things like.....

picking the wrong people to have one with.

Or maybe I'm just irreplaceable?  In any event, we had been fooling around after our divorce until he met a girl and wanted to keep it exclusive.  Obviously, that didn't work out. 

So we were talking and now we're kinda, you know, getting together again here and there.  Condoms are always required, though.  The only time I don't insist on them is with Ryan.  Ex and I aren't exactly breaking the bed frame, we just hook up when we're in need.

Earlier this evening, we found ourselves "in need".  LOL 

We have certain rules in our circle (Lori calls it our group, same diff).  If you fuck outside of it, fine.  But no high-risk partners, condoms are an absolute must, and no swallowing anything you wouldn't get out of a refrigerator.  So ex has to roll on the latex!

Ribbed, for MY pleasure!

It's weird living alone.  I lived with my parents until college.  Then I lived in a dorm.  After college, I moved back in with my parents.  Then I met my ex.  Now I come home to an empty place.  But I'm lucky.  If I get lonely, I can call Lori and get her to come over or just head up to Ryan and Alex' house.  I don't really get lonely too much, but nice to have options!

I rarely get hit on at work.  Most of our clients are families, and we deal with moms, dads, and kids.  We do get our share of single folks as well.  But a vet clinic just isn't conducive to hooking up.  For one thing, it's a vet clinic.  People there are worried about their babies:  sick doggies and kitties and birds and mice and hamsters and rats, etc.  

But Saturday, wow.  A young couple came in.  And they were H-O-T.  The guy looked like a stud, and his wife could've been a Miss America contestant.  I mean, whew baby!  And they had an adorable Beagle who they thought needed some dental work.  I won't go into the details of canine dental procedures, but dentistry on animals is considered surgery and tests have to be performed before the dental work is undertaken.

So Rattles was wagging his tail and licking my hands and being silly.  They were sitting there while I took his temp and weighed him and everything.  I left for a bit and let one of the vets look him over.  Then he came out and told me that Rattles did need a few teeth pulled and asked me to write up an estimate of how much the pre-surgery tests would cost.

A few minutes later, I went in and explained the costs and all.  They were fine with it and scheduled a time for Rattles to come in for the tests.  

Now I thought I had imagined them kind of giving me the once-over when I had first been in there.  But I really didn't take it seriously.  Trust me, at work, I look nothing like the pics on this blog.  No make-up, hair pulled back, the total plain Jane look.  

The second time I was in there, the lady wouldn't take her eyes off me, even when I was pointing at certain items on the estimate.  And she just kept smiling.  And boy, I liked it.  I really like it when a woman stares at me like that.  Even more than when a man does.

I finished explaining everything and they both thanked me.  They put Rattles' leash on and right before leaving the examining room, they mentioned that they were new to the area and if I ever wanted to grab dinner with them, to just let them know.  The lady handed me her business card and they left.

I really didn't know what to say.  I just smiled and said okay and took the card.  It wasn't creepy or anything and they weren't overbearing.  And I honestly couldn't tell if what they wanted is what I think they wanted or if they were just looking for new friends. 

I can't do it, obviously.  Even if it was just for dinner, I couldn't, but especially if it involved more than that.  Alex has always trumpeted to Lori and I the dangers of mixing work and sex.  I mean, man, those two would be FUN to play with, though.  MAJOR FUN.

I did pick up the phone when I got home.  I started dialing the number.  Then I hung up.  I daydreamed about a nice dinner and them asking me to join them and......

Yeah, I had to stop there.  I was too close to finding out.  At the end of the day, even just socializing with someone I met while working wasn't too professional.  And imagine if it were for sex.  No, too much could go wrong.

When I met Alex for the first time, she took me aside and told me there were certain things to avoid if I wanted to live a more open sexual lifestyle.  And she hammered, just hammered, the "don't fuck coworkers, don't fuck clients" mantra.  "Sex and work have to be two separate entities."

Sigh.  She's right.

Speaking of Alex, among her, myself, and Lori, she's slept with the most women by far.  Yet of the three of us, she's the one who had the most trouble accepting her bisexuality.  We all came to deal with this issue around the same age (15, 16).  Lori didn't care, she just jumped right in--then again, that's kind of her personality to begin with.  I thought I was gay for awhile and didn't care.  I didn't even date guys until college.  In fact, if I were to attend a high school reunion, most people would be shocked if I were to mention that I had been married.

And yet, Alex struggled with it.  Kind of ironic.  I mean, she didn't struggle with it for long, though!

I'd love to do Katie Perry.

I wish she'd kiss ME!

A few weekends ago, I headed up on a Saturday morning to Ryan and Lexie's house.  Their rule for visiting is pretty simple:  if we don't hear that they'll be gone or can't entertain for whatever reason, then come up.  In fact, even if they're gone, they don't mind if we all play there--they just let us know if they won't be there.

I knew Lori wouldn't be there, but figured someone would be.  And when I got there, there was somebody:  Ryan.  Ashley was working, Mitzie and Kellie were in Birmingham, Alex was attending a baby shower in Charlotte and wasn't available either.  

I waltzed in and it was just us.  Think I was bummed?  Not a chance.  None of us have talked about this on our blogs much, but when Lori first brought me over and we started having threesomes with Ryan (Alex was still traveling all the time on her job), a little more happened.  At that time, I was working part-time and started visiting Ryan twice a week or so.  It was just us, getting some heavy one-on-one action.  Hey, Alex was on the road, and Lori was working.

Through circumstances and all, those meetings kind of went by the wayside.  I'm not complaining, but I grew really close to Ryan during that time.  He encouraged me to get my vet training as much as my ex did.  

So I walked in.  "Just us?"  "Uh huh."

It was so cool.  We went out and grabbed lunch together and talked.  Then we headed back to his house and we had some fun.  Sex is fun.

I took this pic of Lori not long after we met.  It was taken in the rec room at my ex-hubby's (and mine at the time), house.  If you look closely, you can see our hubbies in the other room (Lori's is on the right).  They were always cool about us playing together and we often put on quite a show for them!

We did exchange hubbies as well a couple of times.  One time they were watching us and we just didn't give them a chance to say no.  Of course, they didn't put up too much of a fight.  They were already turned on from watching us.  LOL 

It really didn't happen too many times.  Lori and my ex really didn't click after awhile.  Their personalities clashed.

My ex and Lori's hubby, though--that was a different story.  They became best buddies and started attending NASCAR races together and hanging out in general.  Lori was cool with that, though.  It wasn't like she and my ex would fight like cats and dogs or anything.

Lori returned the favor by taking this pic of me in the backyard a few minutes later.

Okay, at the urging of Alex, who encouraged me to "sex up" my blog, I thought I'd post some pictures of my ex and I taken shortly after we met.  There aren't many, but enjoy. 

Okay, time for your rave-fave bisexual superhero to check out.  My ex kinda wore me out tonight and I gotta get me some sleep! 

Love to all!