Some of you may remember the man I call Shenanigans. You can start his story here if you haven’t read it before.
I sum him up on my lovers page thusly: 30 year-old super tall, super hot, great cock, great sex, total shenanigans trying to meet and communicate with him. Complete selfish asshole who made me question every time whether it was worth it. Our relationship ended with him texting me “blow me” in anger, not passion. But he keeps coming back for a chat.
The last time I saw him was in December 2014, right before I met Tony. It was the first time I’d seen him in 10 months; we had dinner and I let him cum on my face. (I find it funny that the post gets found regularly by people searching the internet for cumming on a woman’s face. Nice.)
I never spoke to him after that date, nor did I particularly care to. He texted me a few times in the past nine months but it rarely amounted to anything remotely interesting enough for this blog.
After some hopefully-not-statistically-significant sampling of both older and younger lovers, I developed a strong preference toward guys closer to my age. It is still true today that my best lovers were all around 40. Faraway Lover and Naked Ironing Man were over the top amazing, and they were both 45.
I wrote this post in response to the often repeated comments that I should take a younger lover. While I might educate a lover on the things I like, I’m not so keen on teaching them how to locate a g-spot.
As one of my good friends would say, “the younger ones are relatively useless in bed, but so pretty”.
Last night I was at a friend’s house – we had a playdate with our children including dinner and watching part of the Oscars.
We caught up on life, work, her dating updates, the delight of the beginning state of my relationship with Tony, and the insanity of Will’s potential job change. She kept asking (rhetorically) when Will’s mid-life crisis was going to end.
As we watched all the ridiculously beautiful and thin actresses on the red carpet, she mentioned that a few of my “former guys” had reached out to her on the dating sites. She occasionally checks in with me to see if I know the guys that are reaching out to her. Continue reading →
I’ve written this post three times now. Turns out when you write a post on WordPress on an unconnected iPad then connect it, it deletes. This is not the first time it’s happened to me. Sigh. I’d like to think the first two drafts were better writing with more nuances. Oh well. At this point I just needed to hammer it out. Enjoy the bluntness.
If you haven’t read any of the posts about him, you can start here.
I hadn’t seen P/Shenanigans in 10 months or so. The game playing was too much for me to bear. I’ve told him goodbye more than any other man I’ve slept with.
Why? I wrote a lot about it. He was, in some ways, a perfect “Friend” with Benefits. I didn’t see any relationship potential with him at all – and therefore was able to simply enjoy the moments and the sex. When it came to the sex, was he the best? No, not by a long shot. That award still goes to NIM, unfortunately. Why is it always the emotionally unavailable ones? But the sex with him was good.
I stopped writing about all the times he reached out to me, and the brief dance back and forth we would do, before one of us said “mercy” and we stopped again. Continue reading →
If you don’t know who I mean when I say P / Shenanigans, and you want to waste some time, then follow the lovers link and read the stories about this guy.
This story stands on its own, though.
All you probably need to know is that we had sex with each other off and on over the last year. I haven’t actually seen him in person since before March at least. We never saw each other again because inevitably he’d be an asshole and we would get into arguments that meant we stopped texting for a little while. But he would always pop back up at some point.
The last time, I told him I was going to block his number so he would leave me alone. He said he would delete my information if I wanted, but asked me not to block him. The last two text messages I sent him were: Continue reading →
Update: I feel the need, after all the comments and feedback, to clarify WHY I wrote this post. I wrote it for me. It’s how I process things; this blog is my journal. I didn’t write it to “bait” Johnny into responding to me, since as far as I knew he was no longer reading.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
This was NOT meant to be an attack on Johnny. I’m deeply sorry if it seemed that way because he’s not worthy of any attack whatsoever.
The point I was trying to make is that I read things out of context and get a bit obsessed, and it’s not rational. In other words – these are MY problems – this is a peek into the craziness that is my brain sometimes.
One recent night, I was on my way home from a work party. I was in a taxi and was pretty darn drunk.
I’d fucked one of my former colleagues the night prior. I still haven’t written about him; he was my other Faraway Lover and is #35 of the Men I’ve Slept with. Perhaps I should get going with that story.
It’s been a tumultuous 10 days in the land of #TeamAJ (that’s Ann & Johnny, in case you haven’t had your caffeine yet) – and thank you to CelestialMel who coined the hashtag in a comment on Johnny’s blog.
You can’t go back to the words Johnny wrote last Wednesday / Thursday, because he took them down. That’s fine by me, because they aren’t something I’d like to go back to, either.
I will write more about this, but let’s just say, I currently have my freedom. To do whatever I want with whomever I want.
Yes, I’m in an open, long-distance relationship with my long-distance boyfriend, Johnny Id. If you don’t know the story, it’s worth reading (in my humble opinion).
Even better for me, I suppose, is we agreed to him being closed and me being open. It’s a long story, but given the alternatives, it was the best decision of a bad lot. I would not have reacted well to anything I considered a restriction on my hard-won freedom.
So…anyone who has read about My Lovers or the Men I’ve Slept with (in three parts!!) might wonder why, since Johnny left a month ago, I haven’t posted anything about any new sexcapades. It’s okay, I get it and am not offended. I have a crazy high sex drive and have exhibited little, if any, restraint when it comes to men and sex. Continue reading →