My Weekend With Elvis

Ok so I didn't really spend the weekend with Elvis, for obvious reasons. But when you can't be with The King and you live in Vegas, you go for the next best thing; The Elvis Impersonator. My friend Mark, whom I sometimes allow to be more than just a friend, and I spent most of the weekend together. First we hit Buck's Tavern for some karaoke. It was a slow night, and I was the best one there. People seem to think I am a professional or something. I got a lot of attention from this old, fat Mexican dude. He came on to me once while Mark was up singing and it made me pretty uncomfortable. Mark, gentleman that he is, came to my rescue when his song was over. He pushed the guy away and told him bluntly, "She's sucking my dick tonight, mother fucker!" I about died laughing. Only Mark could get away with saying something like that, solely because I know he doesn't expect that to actually happen. Only this time it did, but that's not BLOGGER material. That's more like Playboy material, hahaha. We pretty much just hung out the entire weekend. He agrees that I should have more dates, and that I should not be using him as a psuedo date. I give out my number sometimes, but I don't think I am putting out the right vibes, mostly because I am not looking for a relationship. I just want someone cool to hang out with, maybe spend the night with once and a while. So maybe the guys are reading into that. Who knows. Maybe this weekend... That's all for now Bloggers.

On-Line Dating

There is really something to be said for the online dating scene. And I am going to be the one to say it. It is the laziest form of dating in the world, bar none. What ever happened to the good old days of having a girl's night out with your very best friends, making eye contact with a stud on the other side of the room, and then trying not so subtly for the rest of the night to get him to ask for your phone number? Okay, so your friends got mad that you broke the "no guys" rule. But you knew you can still call them the second he called and asked you out. And yes, they were upset that you missed the next girls' night, but they were waiting impatiently for your return so that you could give them every last detail. Now, it's gotten lazy. Girls' nights have become just that. You go out with the girls, and don't worry about the guys because your online boyfriend is very jealous and wouldn't like it if you got a REAL guy's number. Now I am not saying that the guy isn't real, but come on, you know he's not Johnny Depp, so why do you choose to believe that's really HIS picture on his profile??? Ladies, we have to get back to the basics. Lets go get a can of hairspray, a pair of knee highs, some cute heels, and do what we do best, which is get guys to swoon. They like real women, not random words on the computer.

For "M"

He loves to see her submit
To give her secret desires to Him
she whispers words just for His ears
The ones she knows He longs to hear
"i'm still your girl?" she asks of Him
Feeling vulnerable in just her skin
He nods His answer, His smile ready
As He takes her she moans, "Oh yeah, Daddy"
The sun rises on their secret world
A "Daddy" and His "little girl"
The game's not over, the work not done
Just for a while, they have their fun
The ties that bind her to the bed
Have bound her to His heart instead
The handprints left on her behind
Will remain just to remind
That out there in this world so cold
Are arms that long for her to hold
A desire too few understand
To be her Master, but not her man
And she is his baby girl
But their lives are separate in this "real world"
But come the weekend, where no one can see
she can be found turned on his knee
His ministrations and commands
Supplied by firm but gentle hands
A short escape from life itself
With lacy bras and leather belts