Pirate

I'm dating a pirate.

Remember "The Date".  Well, it turns out he's busy preparing for another career (laughing).  This is how our texts went:

"Hey there, how's your day going", I asked him.

"I hate people"

"Um Sweetie, you're in a people profession".

"People suck"

"LOL, poor baby, I'm sorry".

"I'm gonna become a pirate".

"Laughing still, why a pirate".

"When people piss me off, I can just make them walk the plank".

"Mean pirate", I texted back laughing.

The next day, I text him again to ask how is day is going. 

"Work sucks"

"Well, that is why they call it WORK and not PLAY"

"And that's why I'm gonna be a pirate.  Work be play".

And on another day, he texted me, "I'm running away to the islands.  Wanna come?"

"Sure, how long are we staying?"

"I'm not coming back".

"How we going to live?  This girl's got to eat".

"I told you - I'm gonna be a pirate".

"You just want to plunder and pillage and ravish the wenches".

"Tis a pirate's life fer me!!!"

Hmm, if I'm dating a pirate - does that mean I'm a wench?  Laughing.

I am a good girl

Thanksgiving Trade

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The Date

I had wanted to get a little into my weekend w Harley.  However, now that I'm actually sitting in front of the laptop writing, I feel more like writing about my date last weekend.

 

The entire evening was a bit surreal to me.  Many factors contributed to that feeling, but the first might be the most difficult to understand - "dates" are kind of rare for me.  Obviously, I go out.  As I think about it, it's hard to explain how it felt different.  What felt weird was that I wasn't expecting him to ask me out.  In most of my dates, I either hinted pretty strongly or I just asked myself if they'd like to do something.  Another weirdness was that he planned everything.  Except for what time he was picking me up, I had no real clue what to expect.  Okay, he had said dinner so I was expecting food.  Guys, a little hint here, girls hate not knowing what to wear.  This is where he did another unexpected act - he texted me the day we were to go out saying that since I had to dress up every day for work, that he was thinking casual.  Rachel was going to get fed and Rachel knew what to wear - Rachel was happy.

 

This brings me to the last point of weirdness.  I don't like admitting that I have a "type", but I'd be lying to myself.  Most of the men in my life, even the Boyfriend, have a very athletic build.  My date was not the athletic looking sort.

 

Enough of the weirdness, what about the actual date part of the date.  He picked me up at home.  I had offered to meet him somewhere, but I have also come to learn some guys are pretty sensitive on picking their date up at home.  I felt safe w him, so had no issue w his coming to my house.  I decided to wear my favorite jeans; my favorite pair because they make my ass look fantastic.  I also wore a sexy pair of heels w a reasonably skimpy blouse.  I was pretty sure he'd be impressed.  We went to a casual steakhouse.  I love steak.  I think he was nervous because he never shut up.  I have known him through work for years and never known him to say more than a few words.  He was a bit manic telling funny story after story.  He kept me smiling and I learned a little bit about him.  He may not have looked it, but he was quite the athlete in school playing offensive lineman during high school and college.  Between football and his grades, he was able to score a small scholarship to a small college.  A few serious relationships w one being really serious . . . right up until he found her sleeping w his best friend.  His secret desire is to write a novel.  He's started dozens, but never finished a single one.  I was able to commiserate w him on this.  I told him that I'm great w beginnings, its ending that I suck at.

 

We walked over to a nearby "World of Beer".  It was a place to sit and talk.  I was pretty sure he was getting more comfortable when he slowed down w the manic monologue and began working on getting me talking.  There was also a theatre nearby and we rather impulsively decided to take in the last showing.  I love going out to the movies.  I just don't do it very often because I don't go by myself.  I had never been to this theatre before and it was awesome!  Okay, not trying to bore you w the trivial details, but this is leading to something.  It had been good evening and I was feeling playful.  During the movie, I hooked my arms around his arm and leaned into him.  Of course, the playful part was getting into just the right position so that my breasts pressed into his arm.  A little later, he used his other arm to cup my face and tilt me up for a kiss.  I hadn't seen that coming!!!  I like a man that just does.  A little more time passed and I hadn't noticed that he hadn't moved his other arm back, instead keeping it on mine.  And I nearly missed it at first, it was so soft and subtle.  His fingers were ever so gently caressing my breast.  It was actually kind of cute.  He was so daring w his kiss and being cautious at copping a feel.  After a bit, when his it was obvious I had to be aware of his touch, I pressed into him some.  He took that as silent permission, which it was, to continue.

 

The evening ended w his driving me home and walking me to my door.  And yes, we kissed again.

 

 

I Have A Date

I have fallen into a very bad habit.  In reading back over my last several posts, they have all been related to FFF.  It's a problem only in that I focus on a story and then mentally kick myself for not writing about the other thoughts running through my head.  I also think writing FFF was easier than focusing on me.  I will still do FFF; just gonna limit the time I spend so I can include other things too.

 

The first thing worth mentioning is that I have a date tonight.  Yea me!!!  Okay, truth is, I am not all that excited.  I have been second guessing going out for the last two days.  I was working up my nerve to call him yesterday to cancel, but he called me first just to tell me how excited he was.  Now, without being a total bitch, how in the heck was I going to cancel after he said all of that?  I don't know if I have a "type" of guy that I prefer to date or not.  I don't know if women have a "type" or, if we did, would we admit it to ourselves (that might be an interesting blog question someday . . . for someone w a lot of followers . . . hint).  Okay, so if tonight's date is not my typical date, then why am I going out w him.  Timing is everything and he asked at exactly the right time.

 

Which brings me to the second Rachel thing that's blog worthy - I went to Biketoberfest w Harley last weekend.  I said he'd been throwing out the "hey there's" again.  I hadn't thought about Biketoberfest being right around the corner.  I had a great time because I was w Harley.  Harley had a great time because it was a weekend of beer, bikes, and boobs.  Laughing. 

 

Speaking of boobs, wet t-shirt contests are pretty much a mandatory event.  Needless to say, we took in a few (I'm sure Harley had us there at contest time by accident).  I'm curious what you think of the girl below?

 

 

I thought she was kinda cute.

 

 

 

 

 

She's me.  Yes, I did a wet t-shirt contest.  Again.  Okay, to be honest, these particular photos are not from this year.  These were taken of me from another show a few years ago.  But I think you get the general idea of what Rachel brings to the stage.  :)

 

Circling back to my date tonight.  I know Harley.  I knew when we returned to the real world that he would probably pull a vanishing act.  I can't really say that he has yet.  We've texted.  But as the week progressed, I didn't want to be sitting at home thinking about him.  During one of my kicking Rachel moments, my date tonight asked me out to dinner.  And later, I felt bad because maybe the reason I said "yes" was not the best - but what was I supposed to do when he told me how much he was looking forward to it.  One of the things he'd said was that he had not stopped smiling since I had said yes. 

 

Okay, time to go make myself look real pretty for him.  He deserves it.

 

 

FFF

Story One

The Old One picked his way carefully across the cemetery; mindful to avoid walking across the honored warriors buried beneath the ground and equally cautious to avoid treading upon the dead warriors scattered above the ground.  The latter would soon be joining the former in this holy ground.  The victory was costly.  He silently prayed the spilled was worth it.

 

The Old One, w the spilled blood still warm, extended the invitation to discuss surrender at nightfall.  Walking to meet their war lord, he remembered waiting w General Lee for Grant at Appomattox Court House.  He remembered  Lee being resplendent in his dress Greys.  Lee was ever the gentleman.  Grant arrived straight from the battlefield, muddy and rumpled, in his Union Blues.  The Old One approached the agreed upon location to discuss terms of surrender, a specified grave site he knew well from his past.  He laughed silently at his memory of Lee and Grant.  Like the Yankee General, he was walking muddied and rumpled straight from the battlefield.  He wondered if his opponent would assume the role of a resplendent Lee.

The defeated war lord was no Lee, but then who was he thought.  He stood waiting and he was not alone.  His wife had joined him.

And she was naked.

"I had not thought you would come", she said from her perch.

"Given your dress, I rather suspect you DID think I would come," he challenged. 

She smiled demurely, which only emphasized her nakedness all the more, before responding, "given the circumstances, it seemed appropriate".

The Old One said nothing in response, instead turning to the defeated war lord who asked, "your terms, sir?"

"You and your army need only take an 'Oath of Loyalty' to the Pack".

"You are as kind as you are strong sir.  I thank you on behalf of my young pups".

"And me" she asked from her perch.

Silence was his response.

Jumping down, she slowly walked to him.  She stood in front of him, neither of them saying a word, for the longest time.  "You've changed", she said softly.

"Broken hearts do that".

She maybe thought of saying more, but realized more words would have been wasted.  For her, there was but one thing to do.  Getting onto her knees, she whispered, " I submit, Old One".

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Story Two

Cemeteries turned her on.  He did not know what it was about them.  He could buy her roses or bring her a fresh kill; nothing compared to how wet she became in a cemetery. 

Cemeteries made her wet . . . and wild.  He really liked the wild.  She became a beast.  And when she became a beast, then he was free to go full wolf.

Tonight, she had been especially wet . . . and wild.

They wrestled fairly aggressively for a long while before he spun her around onto her hands and knees.  Then he entered her from behind.  Riding her, her hips firmly in his grasp, he began to growl louder and louder.  He brought the wolf then. Literally.  One moment, he was a young man riding his girlfriend, the next he was the wolf claiming his bitch.

Afterwards, she perched atop a headstone, looking down upon his tired and pleased body, in triumph.  She had done this to him.   

But then she wanted more.

"You could become one of the Pack warriors if you wanted . . . maybe one of the sub-leaders".  She saw herself being supportive.  He didn't.

"I'm happy now though . . . I'm not interested in that", he tried to tell her again.  It was not a new argument for them.  He did not like conflict and had no desire for power.  He was happy being in the background.  But, she wanted power and status.  And she did not understand anyone who did not want the same.

They ended the discussion that night like they did every night - w a kiss and mournful parting.  But, as he watched her leave him that night, he knew, there would be no more invitations to meet at nightfall.  He wasn't enough.

He watched her walk away that evening; neither of them knowing that he would one day become far more than a mere warrior for the Pack.

The Old One was not always the Old One.  He was once young.  And this was the day his heart was broken.


 

FFF

The Old One faced the open window stroking the cat nestled in his arms.

 

"War is coming," he said, seemingly to the cat before turning to face the couple standing behind him.

 

They said nothing in response.  Like many before them, they had failed to appreciate the strength of the Pack.

 

"I can keep the body count low . . . " he said w a long pause before adding, " . . . but it will require a peaceful gesture".

 

"Anything, I'll do anything", the man said quickly in desperation.

 

The Old One smiled. 

 

"You will simply need to sit here and share a drink w me . . . "

 

"Gladly", the man responded.

 

"Your witch however . . . ", and she made eye contact w him for the first time since entering the room in defeat, " . . . made many disparaging remarks about the Pack . . . and attempted many unpleasant spells . . . she will need to . . . how shall I say it . . . 'earn' their forgiveness".

 

The cat - her familiar - leapt from the Old One's arms and began to stroll to the open door.

 

"Follow the cat . . . ", he said before pausing again, " . . . naked".