Hah! You're cracking me up, javachik! I swear, the GILF is like, the first time I've been attracted to someone who has reproduced. Not only have most of the people I know not gone down that route, even the few who have tend to be the more femmey sort. Who are not my sort. It's SO WEIRD.
If I am going to go dancing tonight, I really need to get off my ass and take a shower, though. GILF will not be there, as she is out of town. Several of the other usual crew are also out of town. Normally I'd skip the lesson, but it's an advanced lesson tonight. Which actually sounds interesting. Except for the whole needing to get off my ass RIGHT NOW to make it in time part.
Meara, you need to be HERE. Teaching me to tango and hitting the town!!
GILF will not be there, as she is out of town. Several of the other usual crew are also out of town.
Yay! Now's your chance to meet someone
new.
Laga, you do know that the more we dismiss the GILF, the more we drive Meara into her undeserving arms, right? So we gotta use (sooper sekrit kode)rivurse sikology.
Meara, babe. Stay in. Do not go out. You need to stay chaste for GILF. She's your only hope for glory and wonder and screwage.
t loves on Java
Hey lady, aren't you a bit south o' the border right now? How are you enjoying your trip?
I am south south south of many borders! Having a great time but worried about Meara being unfaithful to GILF.
See self portait taken in a fancy shopping mall here in Buenos Aires.
And see wayyyy too many pictures of how I spent the last two days pretending to be Carol Szathmari.
Having a great time but worried about Meara being unfaithful to GILF.
Yeah, me too. Maybe we should gently remind her that chastity is a virtue?
The pictures are great! I'm so glad you're getting this vacation. You deserve it, love.
oh so pretty photos.
What was I thinking? Of course the GILF is the only gal for Meara.
Meara, babe. Stay in. Do not go out. You need to stay chaste for GILF. She's your only hope for glory and wonder and screwage.
Hahhaah! You crack me up. I love you.
I went out, but was a bit late to the lesson, so didn't actually end up taking it. Ended up chatting with a guy who was also late to the lesson about...um...marching band. Cause...well, we're big geeks who were taking country dancing lessons on a Friday night? He apparently is one of the recruiters for the Seattle marching band and was excited I used to be in the DC one--he used to be in the North Carolina one, and we established we knew people in common. He tried to convince me to join, but I said maybe next year.
My friend E (who is part of the GILF-has-cool-friends crowd) showed up, and we talked a lot and danced a lot, though I did dance with some other people too. She and I befriended a gayboy who was there for the first time, by himself. He informed us that on Sunday afternoons, people DO THE HUSTLE at this bar. We were like..."there's more than one dance to do the hustle to? Like, besides the "doot doot doot do the hustle.." song?" Who knew? But he was adorable. And we were shocked that anyone under 25 knew how to do the hustle. Heck, anyone under 50.
So, much fun. But, um, no hot chicks.
