Had a great time.

 To the "MeThinks" person, you can go fuck yourself. I don't have to prove anything to anyone. If you don't like my blog, don't read it, I really couldn't give two shits. I write it for my enjoyment, and I write about my life. Believe it or not motherfucker, there are women like me all over the place. Keep your comments to yourself if you don't have something nice to say. Oh yeah, go fuck yourself.


I had a great time in San Diego with Amy, and it was everything that I wanted. Well, to put it more accurately, I didn't anything more than to just have a great little mini-vacation with my friend. 

So, I get to Salt Lake, and I gotta say, without my GPS I would've never found Amy's apartment. She called me just as I was pulling in, and met me downstairs with hugs and excitement. I went upstairs with her while she called the cab. We sat and visited for only a few minutes before the taxi showed up. When we got in to the cab, Amy put her hand in mine as we sat and talked. It was more of a friendly gesture than anything else really, but it was really nice. 


The Salt Lake airport is not as bad as others, but what they do to you before you go through the gates is a HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS. The line was a fucking mile long, and those people doing the screenings were just the most pleasant people. They have to hate their jobs, I just know it. 


The flight was pretty uneventful, but the weather caused some pretty significant turbulence. By the time we got to the hotel, we were both pretty tired, and both felt pretty dirty from being around all those people, and from flying. 


Amy took a shower first while I watched TV and unpacked all my shit. She came out fully dressed, which should have been my first hint that I should've taken clothes in with me to the bathroom. Yeah, No. So, I take a shower, quite long I must add, and figure that I had to towel it up to come out. 


So I come out, start to grab my clothes, and get immersed in some stupid Real Estate show that Amy is watching. Next thing I know, I am sitting on her bed, clothes in my lap, watching the damn show. So, commercial comes on, I go to get up, and Amy grabs the towel. HA HA funny. So, in all my glory, I bend over in front of her to put on my underwear and made sure she got a good look at the moon, slapped my ass, and put on my underwear. 


So, we sat there visiting until almost 2:30 in the morning. We fell asleep in the same bed with no covers on and when I got cold at 4, I woke up, turned the lights off, did my best to cover Amy, and got in to the other bed. 


The great thing about hotels, they have the best curtains. I woke up at 10:30ish only because I had to pee so bad. The room was still cold, so I got in the shower again. I had been just standing under the water forever after I had washed my hair. I didn't wash it the night before, before it gets pretty oily, and I always wash it in the morning. Anyhow, I was just standing there, being lazy, and letting the water just run and run and run, trying to get warm. I was in my own little world when the door opened. Amy was her usual chipper morning self, and she came in half singing "good morning". She asked how I slept, I asked her, blah blah blah and then the curtain opened and she climbed in. She asked if I minded, and I said I didn't. I moved over, and she moved in right next to me (which was no easy feat considering the size of the tub). Then she kissed me. Not an open mouth french kiss (neither one of us had brushed our teeth, yuck), but a kiss on the mouth. Then she kissed my neck and it was on. We played around in the shower for just a couple of minutes, and things were getting really really hot. I excused myself and said I had to brush my teeth, and as she washed her hair, she asked me to hand her her tooth brush. 


When she got out of the shower, she didn't even bother drying off, and planted a huge kiss on me, and it was on from there. 

I have to run some errands, so I will post more of the story later. 

Just booked airfare

I woke up this morning to my friend Leslie knocking on my door. She knew everything I was going through, and wanted to take me to breakfast to celebrate my new life. I hurried up and showered, and out the door we went. Breakfast was nice, and we got to visit quite a bit. But during this time, we started discussing about going and doing something fun for the weekend. So, where can we drive to that would be fun? Salt Lake, Missoula, Billings, Boise.........Vegas? So I told her that we should go to San Diego for the weekend, and then the conversation turned in to taking her boyfriend along, blah blah blah..........HOLD IT. I am not going on some trip so I can be the third wheel with Leslie and her boyfriend. She dropped me off at my place because I said I had some things to do, and said I would call her later and we could discuss it. that was 5 hours ago, and I still haven't called her. So, as I sat at home contemplating what I was going to do, I got a text from my friend Amy in Salt Lake. She used to live here, moved to Vegas for a while to follow a guy, and then 6 months ago, followed that same dude to Salt Lake. She immediately fell in love with the area, and when her man couldn't hold down his job in Salt Lake, wanted to move back to Vegas. Well, she didn't follow him back there. I haven't seen her since she moved to Salt Lake, but we used to be pretty close. She is bi like I am , but has always leaned more towards guys, where I ............ well you know how I am. Amy was the first girl that I ever went "all the way with", and it was a two way thing.

Anyways, I get a text from her asking if I wanted to come down for the weekend because she had a rare 3 day weekend coming up because of her schedule. So, I called her and we talked for the better part of an hour. During that conversation, I talked her in to going to San Diego with me. I hung up, and found tickets out of Salt Lake tonight with a layover in Las Vegas. I am going to leave here at about 3 because I we fly out at 7:30 tonight. I paid for her ticket, and I paid for the hotel with 2 beds. I tried to get a rental car, but most of the agencies won't rent to you unless you are 25, and I figure we can Taxi it everywhere we want to go.

I got off the phone with her, and I know it was because in my own mind I can see how this weekend is going to go, but I was extremely horny. I got in the shower again, and although it started out hot, for whatever reason, started turning it colder and colder, really enjoying the invigorating sensation I was getting. I was shivering like all get out, but once I started masturbating, I got hotter, and the shower got colder. The sensation was unreal, and I came harder than I have in a long time. When I got out, I was still horny, so I laid on the bed watching one of my favorite pornos and gave myself the full treatment, anal and all. It's going to be a great weekend.

I am really stupid

After I was offered money for sex, I guess I was just really flattered. Wow, I am one hot bitch.........they want to give me $5000 to fuck me. But as the day went on yesterday, I felt more and more cheap. By 7:00 I was so pissed that they even thought of me in that way that I about ready to have a complete come-apart. I sent "her" a text message on my phone and more or less said thanks for but no thanks. I tried to leave it at that, but she had to text back asking why. So, using the best words that I could muster I said that I don't need the money, and I am not a prostitute. She texted back saying that they weren't treating me like a prostitute, blah blah blah.....I didn't even bother to answer. So, this morning at work, guess who should come in. I get this super dirty look from him, and he says something "smarmy" to me (Not a word, who cares) so I stand up, and follow him out. I got right in his face (He is over 6 foot) and in not so many words, tell him "Motherfucker, you ever, and I mean ever, make another smart ass fucking comment about me saying no to being your fucking whore, I will take my cell phone over to the nearest cop and file charges against you. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME! He got all apologetic with me, and said it wasn't aimed at me..............WHATEVER! It makes no difference. I may treat myself like a piece of garbage who loves sex and will do whatever I want when it comes to sex, but no motherfucker is going to treat me like a prostitute whore piece of trash.

So, anyways, I got home early last night, fucked around on facebook for a while, answered some emails, lit like 50 candles in my bathroom, and climbed in to a way-too-hot bath at about 8. I found a radio station playing Christmas music and before I even knew what was going on, I was crying. Yeah, sobbing like a little bitch, and it wouldn't stop. But the more I cried, the more I realized that I just............needed to cry. I don't really know why. Well, I do know why, but I am not that chick that does that shit. I don't cry at movies, I don't watch Lifetime, have never watched a soap opera, and I don't need a fucking man in my life to feel fullfilled. But, there I was crying. After a few minutes, I stopped and just sat there in my water, listening to my Christmas music. And then, all at once, I seriously felt happy.

I can't really explain it, but it was almost like I woke up. I was no longer tired, no longer in the mood to sulk in a candlelit bathtub, and I actually felt a smile creep across my face. The little smile turned in to a big smile and I seriously felt happy. Still naked, and dripping water, I walked in my living room, sat down at my laptop and pulled up my bank account. I had more money in my checking account than a person should have, and I had a BIG chunk of money in my savings account. I just sat there and stared at it. It's not like I forgot it was there, but I forgot it was there. I mean, I forgot to remember that it was in there. I looked back at my checking account, and the page was filled with direct deposits from my jobs, and almost no withdrawls for anything. I hardly ever use my debit card. One of my checks I actually get "a check". Those are the checks that I cash to have cash. When I need something, I generally use cash except when I buy gas. I felt like I was had been living my life from the outside, and I finally had control over my life.........it was just a feeling I had. I grabbed my blackberry and started scrolling through my different shifts. I was scheduled to work 84 hours next week, and I was scheduled to work Christmas Eve, and the evening of Christmas Day.

WHAT IN THE FUCK AM I DOING?

I got dressed, put on makeup, did my hair, and took off out the door without even knowing where I was going to go. Well, I wish I could say that I had some great adventure, but I ended up over at a friends apartment smoking pot and watching Christmas cartoons most of the night. But I was happy doing it.

I got home just a little after midnight, and crashed in the clothes I had on. I was dog tired. When my alarm went off at 5, I turned it off and went back to sleep. I woke up to my phone ringing at 8:30 to the sound of my boss Joyce asking me "If I was planning on coming to work today". I didn't hate that job, but I was just the low bitch on the totem pole, and everyone treated me that way. So, I say to her "Have I ever, and I mean ever called in sick in the 2 years I have worked there?" She had to think of that answer, so I told her "No, I have never called in sick. Have I ever gotten a raise working there? No, I haven't. Did I get a Christmas bonus this year when everyone else did? No. Tell you what Joyce, to answer YOUR questions, NO, I am not planning on coming in to work today, and I am not planning on coming in to work tomorrow, or the day after that. I quit. I will be in later to collect the stuff from my desk. Good bye Joyce." When I hung up, I just bust out laughing. I wasn't planning on doing that,and it felt so good to do it. Joyce called me right back, but I let the voice mail get it. Her message said something like "We need to talk about this before you quit, and if I could call her back, she would like to meet me for lunch." I waited 20 minutes or so, and called her back. She apologized, and really starting buttering me up. I make an appointment to meet her for lunch at 12:30.

All morning, I really contemplated not going. I went to the gym in the morning for the first time in a few weeks, and it was really nice to work out without a ton of people there. I was still really happy. I showered at the gym, and went back home to change my clothes. I got in to some super nice (job interview style) clothes, and went to meet her for lunch. It was during this lunch that she offered me a new job, full time with benefits, a healthy raise, paid training, paid holidays and 2 weeks vacation. Along with that, she also gave me a bonus that totally blew me away when I opened it. I accepted the job, but told her that I needed a week off to give notice to my other jobs, and to take a few days for myself. That's when she asked "So, you have another job?" I told her about the 4 other jobs that I have and she started crying.

I left lunch feeling really good about myself, and planned on going around to my other jobs to give them a weeks notice, but as I started to drive over to one of them, I said fuck it. I pulled my car in the a lot, saw a coffee hut, ordered a mocha, and pulled in to a vacant spot. I then spent the next 15 minutes quitting every one of my other jobs (except for 1, because I really like it, and it's fun). But I did call that place and tell them that I need a week off of personal time, but would be back to work before Christmas. He asked if there was anything that he could help me with, I told him no, and said I would see him in a week. I sat there, drinking my mocha and just smiled.

I spent the rest of the day calling and visiting friends, and just generally having a really good time. I got home at 5:30, got in to my pajamas and started to relax. I haven't been this relaxed in a really long time, and when I sat on my couch in front of my laptop, I let out a big breath, like a sigh of relief. I don't know what clicked in me last night in the bathtub, but I am glad it did.

Was just offered a sizable amount of money..................

I have a customer that has come in to my place of employment since I have been here. I see him once or twice a month, and he is always very nice. He is flirty without going overboard, and has brought his wife in with him on occasion. He is in his mid 40's, and his wife may be about the same age, but I doubt it, she looks younger. Anyhow, he came in this morning, and gave me a Christmas card, and told me to open it later. It's not uncommon for customers to send us, or bring us Christmas cards, but I have never had anyone give me one personally.

So, I get home about an hour ago, and forgot the card was in my purse. I open the card, and inside is a $50 gift certificate to Johnny Carinos, and a nice little note written inside the card. There was also a slip of paper, folded in half, inside the card. It was in his wife's writing, and this is what it said.

Dear Samantha
You are probably not used to getting Christmas cards from your customers, but you have always done a great job for my husband and I, and I hope that you have someone special that you share the gift card with. If you are looking for extra money for the holidays, I have a proposition for you that you can choose to ignore if you would like. I would like you to be my husbands Christmas present this year. I know that is quite the proposal, but at least think about it. It would be worth it for you, I can guarentee that. Call me at XXX-XXXX if you would like, and we can discuss the details. 

I didn't even think about the implications because my curiosity was killing me. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed her up. After she answered the phone, I told her who I was and I could just hear the excitement in her voice. To shorten up the 45 minute conversation, here is what was proposed. For $5000, I would be her husbands gift. I would be expected to have sex with him, and pretty much allow him to do whatever he wanted. She asked what I would be willing to do, and told her I was pretty much game to anything as long as violence, body fluids or really weird shit wasn't involved. She then told me that she would also like to join in on the fun and when the night was done, it was done. I told her I had to think about it, and asked if she had ever done this type of thing, to which she said yeah, about every five years.


I don't need the money by any stretch of the imagination, but I am interested to see how this goes. Like I have said before, I am bi. I haven't had sex with a guy in a very long time, but it's not out of the question yet. I am just not sure what to do. Oh, and I forgot to mention that they want to record it. 
 

The problem with working long hours.

Today, I worked 17 hours. Yesterday, I worked 11. I will only work 7 hours tomorrow, but Thursday I have two 8 hour shifts, and then a 5 hour shift at night. Friday is the same, but Saturday I only work 6 hours, and Sunday another 6. Yeah, I have 4 jobs. Why you ask? Good question. I hate being at home alone. I like the people that I work with most of the time, I get to meet new people, and I like the money. Sure, I don't get much sleep, but when I get the chance, that's all I really do. I have more money in my bank account than I know what to do with, I have everything that I want, but I am only marginally happy. I know, nobody cares, and I don't expect you too..........but this is my blog and I can talk about anything I want. The only thing that makes me happy really, is sex. Something else that I haven't had in a while now. I have had encounters, a couple of which I have talked about on here, but damn, I guess I am just too picky. Well, not really picky I guess, but I want more I guess. No, not love, but more sex. I can't explain it. Okay enough of that shit. Gotta tell you what happened today. One of my jobs is working in a bookstore/music store. My hours are all over the place, and I try to work the later shifts. So, I get to work at 3, clock in, check in with the manager and walk out to the sales floor to check the registers. As I am walking through one of the book aisles, this girl who looks all of about 12 asks me where the self help books are. I ask her which self help books she is looking for exactly, and she tells me that she is looking more for books on relationships and sex. But she didn't say sex, I can't remember the word she used, but she meant sex. Well, there is a young adult section (Tweens, teenagers, etc) that I take her too, and there are some of those book there. She tells me that she is looking for more mature subject matter. I try to explain to her that those books are intended for adults over 18 when she stops me. She asks me how old I think she is (not in a nice way either), and in my best customer service voice, I tell her that I did not know her age, but I was trying to steer her in to age appropriate content. Again, in a not so pleasant voice, asks me how old I think she is. Now, when I say she looks about 12, that is being a little sarcastic, but honestly, I didn;t think she looked a day over 14. 15 was a total stretch. She pulls her drivers license out of her back pocket and she is 23. I am blown away. But then I started to ask myself, if I thinks she is that young, everybody is probably thinking she is that young, and you get used to that sort of thing. I know for a fact that I don't look 21, and probably won't for a few more years. I am used to getting carded, I am used to people thinking I am 17.........I use it to my advantage. But not her, she was pissed that I didn't know she was "of age". Whatever, she was a cute girl, and I ran in to her twice more through the store. She went back to being nice, but the only thing I could think of was "If I had sex with her, and if I think she looks like she is 14, is that like actually fucking a 14 year old? no, really? Does it. Just something to ponder. I mean, I have had much older men hit on me, and most of them have made comments that I look much younger than 21, or 20 or 19 or whatever age I was when they hit on me. Once you make that comment to me, all I can think about is "you are a perv who wants to fuck High School girls." So, yeah., there is my rant for the night.