The weirdest thing happened today!  And although I’m embarrassed to reveal my secret with the world, this story is just too good to pass up.

Around 2pm I walked in to the local Macy’s to pick up an outfit for my husband’s 30th birthday bash.  What was supposed to be a twenty minute outing quickly turned in to an hour’s worth of grab and search.  I grabbed everything that I could find in a size 8 and tried it on. Critical of how they fit, it didn’t take long for me to throw it back on the rack to search for something more desireable. I wanted a garment that fit my hips tightly and my chest a little less. Of course, Macy’s being Macy’s that wasn’t the case at all.  My “trunk junk” (ass) fit nicely in the outfits by default.  The tops…well they were a little hard to come by since my boobs could feed every orphan on earth.

Frustrated, I went to the dresses.  Even though I said I wouldn’t wear a dress by any means necessary, it may be my only option.  Unable to pretend I liked the idea, my face turned sour as I sorted through the floral printed dresses collecting dust in the middle of the floor. I read the “Take An Additional 1/2 Off” sign in a poor attempt to convince myself that a discount would save me  money. But not even the thought of saving money made me jump in to one of the pieces.  In fact a quick glance around the floor made me realize that these dresses were made for old women with expensive taste. 

Just before I turned to leave empty handed, a man dressed in a Macy’s vest with a nametag that read “Walker” approached me.

“Is there anything I can assist you with?” He asks.

A bit taken back by his poise, I reply “I’m looking for something to wear for my husband’s 30th birthday bash.”  As if I were a kid lost in a bookstore, I look around the room unamazed at the selection.  I shrug my shoulders, “would you recommend something?”

He puts his finger to his lips and looks me over not once – but twice.  “Come with me.”

He takes me to the all black dress section.  I doubted this section before since I’m not attending a funeral for my husband. Silently gazing over the different dresses, he stops and picks up one of the lower cut dresses.  I laugh hesitantly. It appears he doesn’t know my taste at all.

“Trust me,” he says handing me the garment. “Try it on.”

I go inside of the dressing room and try it on.  Surprisingly it fit me quite nicely.  The lower cut wasn’t so low afterall since my breasts soaked up most of the material.

On the other side of the dressing room door, Walker startled me. “Can I peek?”  His knock seemed innocent enough so I opened the door to show him.  It was great that he was there to give me a guy’s perspective anyway.

“You’re husband will love this.” He said coming in closer.  As he began touching the fabric and straightening it out along the curves of my body, I got a whiff of his cologne.  Hypnotized instantly by the dose of smell good, I zoned out for a few moments. The next thing I know, his hands are caressing my breasts in a way that is playful yet teasing. Curious of what is to come by this and tranced long enough for him to continue, I stand motionless.

He begins kissing me softly around my neck and one thing led to another.  Now…this story is embarrassing enough, so I don’t want to go in to too much detail of how he sexed me upside down or how I straddled him against the wall.  hahah

I must say that I have never experienced anything like that before. I didn’t even know it was a fantasy until after it happened.  How crazy is that!

Well to make an already long story shorter – I will leave you with this. The dress fits nice and I will be sure to escort all of my friends to that particular Macy’s the next time they ask “Where did you get that?” Just so maybe I can get one last peek at the guy who turned an ordinary shopping trip in to an amazing adventure.

Peace & Love

 (Note: This is another story created exclusively for MindPlay and created soley for the enjoyment for those who like to daydream. Macy’s should not investigate any male employees as a result of this blog. lol)

Sir Roger Moore

 

 

 

Sir Roger George Moore KBE (born 14 October 1927) is a English actor and film producer. He is perhaps best known for portraying two British action heroes, Simon Templar in the television series The Saint from 1962 to 1969, and James Bond in seven films from 1973 to 1985.

Trivia:

During the early stages of his career Roger collected towels from the hotels he stayed in. However, he stopped when a British newspaper printed a story entitled ‘Roger Moore is a towel thief’. He revealed on “So Graham Norton” (1998) that he still has the collection in his Swiss home.

He succeeded Audrey Hepburn as goodwill ambassador for UNICEF.

Father of Geoffrey Moore, Christian Moore and Deborah Moore.

He was awarded the CBE (Commander Of The Order Of The British Empire) in 1999 and Knight Bachelor of the Order of the British Empire in the 2003 Queen’s Birthday Honours List for his services to the children’s charity, Unicef.

Was scheduled to make his musical theatre debut as “Sir George” in “Aspects of Love” in 1990. He left the production days before his escape clause expired due to his own concerns over his singing ability. He was replaced by Kevin Colson.

In May 2000 he received an International Humanitarian Award from the London Variety Club for his charity work.

His father was a Policeman.

Whilst doing National Service, Moore served with Military Intelligence.

In just few days after he had arrived in USA in 1952, he was in a television play World by the Tail (1953) (TV).

Good friend of Lois Maxwell, who played Miss Moneypenny in Bond movies. They first met in mid 1940s at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, where they were in the same class in 1944.

Roger and his then companion, ‘Christina ‘Kiki’ Tholstrup’ , escaped injury when another vehicle collided with the actor’s car. Airbags were attributed to preventing injury. They married the following year. [13 January 2001]

In 1990, he participated as a guest host in “33 Zecchino d’Oro”.

Received an honourary doctorate from Ryerson Polytechnic University in 1999.

His contract for the 007 films provided him with an unlimited supply of Montecristo cigars during filming. The bill for this typically ran to thousands of pounds.

2002 – lives in Switzerland and Monte Carlo with his wife ‘Christina ‘Kiki’ Tholstrup’ .

In 1954, he was offered contracts with the Royal Shakespeare Company or MGM. Noel Coward advised him to go for the money.

Despite playing James Bond in seven Bond films, he never ordered a vodka martini shaken not stirred.

Oldest person to debut as James Bond. He was 45 when Live and Let Die (1973) was filmed.

Was Air France’s 8,000,000th passenger. [21 May 1964]

Collapsed during a matinee performance of the Broadway comedy “The Play What I Wrote”, but finished the show after a 10-minute break. Roger was playing the part of the mystery guest star, which the cameo role is filled by celebrities, when he fainted toward the end of the second act. He was taken to the hospital after the show. The following day he was fitted with a pacemaker – something he had been previously told he would eventually have to get. [7 May 2003]

Was best man at friends Bryan Forbes and Nanette Newman’s wedding

Ironically for his first Razzie nomination (Worst Supporting Actor in Spice World (1997)) he went head to head with another former Bond, Sean Connery in The Avengers (1998), also receiving his first Razzie nomination. Neither man won, however.

Was older than any other actor to play James Bond when he portrayed him aged 57 in A View to a Kill (1985). Sean Connery was 52 when he last played Bond in Never Say Never Again (1983).

A close friend of the Danish Royal Family, especially the Prinsesse Alexandra, attended the Christening of Princess Alexandra and Prins Joachim’s youngest son, Felix. Attended the wedding of the Danish Kronprins Frederik and Kronprinsesse Mary on May 14th 2004.

Roger Moore and Sean Connery

He was born in the same Labour Ward in London as the actor Brian Weske, five years previously.

Attended the wedding of Joan Collins and Percy Gibson .

Underwent surgery for prostate cancer in 1993.

Speaks Italian perfectly, former wife Luisa Mattioli is an Italian citizen.

Was cast in two roles that were originally offered to Patrick McGoohan: Simon Templar in “The Saint” (1962) and James Bond in Live and Let Die (1973).

Often spends summers in Hornbæk, Denmark, where his wife ‘Christina ‘Kiki’ Tholstrup’ has a summer house.

Detests doing scenes that involve him shooting firearms – which caused him to ruin countless 007 takes.

Quit smoking cigarettes in 1971 following a stern lecture from Tony Curtis on the set of “The Persuaders!” (1971).

Both he and his daughter, Deborah Moore, have acted in the James Bond franchise. She played the air hostess in Die Another Day (2002).

Officially announced his retirement from playing James Bond on 3 December 1985, as it was agreed by all involved in the franchise that Moore had got too old for the role by that point. Moore himself was quoted as saying that he felt embarrassed to be seen performing love scenes with beautiful actresses who were young enough to be his daughters.

Took part in a special celebrity edition of Blind Date on The Prince’s Trust 30th Birthday: Live (2006) (TV). He and actor Richard E. Grant lost to “The X Factor” (2004)’s Chico Slimani, who got to date Dame Edna Everage (aka Barry Humphries).

Publicly supported the Conservative Party in the 2001 General Election.

Chose a Swedish conference on child abuse to announce to the world that he too was a victim. He said he was molested as a child, but not seriously. He waited until he was 16 to tell his mother because he said he was “ashamed.”

Rides in or drives a motor-powered boat in every James Bond movie he has appeared in.

Played James Bond in seven movies of the official EON series, the most of any actor to date (Sean Connery also played Bond in seven films, but one of them, Never Say Never Again (1983), was unofficial).

He never drove the most famous of all James Bond cars in a Bond film i.e. a 1964 silver birch Aston Martin DB5 or any other Aston Martin model. The DB5 was made famous by the Sean Connery James Bond movies Goldfinger (1964) and then Thunderball (1965) with later models appearing in some subsequent Bond pictures. However, Moore, who played James Bond seven times, has only ever been seen on screen with this make once and that was in The Cannonball Run (1981) where he self-parodies his James Bond persona. In this movie, the DB5’s license plate number was 6633PP.

Following the suggestion that fugitive train robber Ronald Biggs make a cameo appearance in the Brazil episode of Moonraker (1979), he replied in rather colorful terms that he didn’t want the escaped prisoner anywhere near the film, as his own father had been a London Policeman.

All the scenes in which showed Moore running in his seven Bond movies were performed by doubles, since the actor felt he looked awkward running.

When presenting the Best Actor Oscar awards at the The 45th Annual Academy Awards (1973) (TV), Moore ended up taking home the Oscar accidentally. The winner of the award, Marlon Brando, refused the award, and Sacheen Littlefeather, who Brando sent to make a speech to refuse the Oscar, also publicly refused to take the statuette from Moore.

Nearly died from double pneumonia when he was five.

Underwent three operations to remove kidney stones in his thirties.

Has named The Spy Who Loved Me (1977) as his favorite Bond movie of the seven he starred in, and A View to a Kill (1985) as his least favorite.

Attended the funeral of Sir John Mills in Denham, Buckinghamshire. (27 April 2005).

He was a close friend and neighbour of the late Sir Peter Ustinov.

Quit smoking cigars after undergoing major surgery for prostate cancer when he was 65.

Ironically, for an actor who has played a weapons-wielding James Bond in no fewer than 7 movies, Moore suffers from hoplophobia (fear of firearms).

Intended For Your Eyes Only (1981) to be his final Bond movie, since he was nearly 54.

He is a close friend and fan of Sir Elton John.

Although Moore claimed to have quit smoking cigarettes while filming “The Persuaders!” (1971), a filmed interview from on the set of For Your Eyes Only (1981) shows him smoking a cigarette.

Future “EastEnders” (1985) star Mike Reid worked as his underwater stunt double in “The Saint” (1962), but was fired after making fun of Moore’s thinning hair.

He was a close friend of Dudley Moore.

Hates being wet when acting. In Moonraker (1979), he had to do a whole scene wet, in the “Mayan pyramid”.

Although critics often accused him of not looking tough enough to play superspy James Bond, he once beat up legendary American hellraiser Lee Marvin while they were filming Shout at the Devil (1976). Marvin recalled, “The guy is built like granite. Nobody will ever underestimate him again.”.

Used to own a house in Eaton Square in London, but was only allowed to spend a maximum of ninety days a year there for tax reasons.

While filming the interrogation scene opposite Richard Burton and Richard Harris in The Wild Geese (1978), Moore made the unheard of request to have a cut in his lines. After another take he suggested all his lines should be cut. When the director Andrew V. McLaglen asked him why, he replied, “Do you seriously think I want to act against these guys? I’ll just sit here and puff on my cigar.”.

The Living Daylights (1987) was originally written for him, but was changed to suit Timothy Dalton after Moore announced his retirement from the role.

Received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on October 11, 2007.

In March 1996, when his former wife Dorothy Squires underwent surgery for bladder cancer at the BUPA Hospital in Cardiff, he picked up the £6,000 bill. He did not attend her funeral two years later, but instead sent a bouquet of purple tulips, lilies of the valley and orange flowers with a card saying: “I’ve said it with flowers. Roger.”.

Prior to the release of The Spy Who Loved Me (1977), Moore filed a lawsuit against his ex-wife Dorothy Squires to prevent her from publishing a book about their life together. She would eventually be declared bankrupt in 1986.

In 1964, eight years before he took over the movie role, Moore played James Bond in a hilarious sketch on the BBC comedy show, “Mainly Millicent.” In the sketch, Bond is on holiday at a resort, when he encounters a female Russian spy (played by Millicent Martin, the star of the show), who is also on holiday. Bond and the female spy spend the sketch trying to do each other in. The sketch is included in the “Live and Let Die” Ultimate Edition DVD.

While a struggling young actor in the early 1950s, he briefly worked as a truck driver. Many years later, he impressed the crew on the set of A View to a Kill (1985) with his truck driving skills.

He had intended to act in A Bridge Too Far (1977), but was forced to pull out after production on The Spy Who Loved Me (1977) was delayed by a year.

He has always been very honest about the fact that he did not perform any of his own stunts as Bond, unlike Sean Connery, George Lazenby, Timothy Dalton, and Daniel Craig.

His least favourite of his films is The Quest (1996).

He considered himself to be miscast in Escape to Athena (1979) and North Sea Hijack (1979).

He was a close friend and admirer of the right-wing writer William F. Buckley.

If Never Say Never Again (1983) can be included as an official 007 installment, then Moore ties with Sean Connery for the most portrayals of James Bond – a total of 7 each. Otherwise Moore holds the record.

Confessed in a TV interview that when he first traveled to the US in the 1950s, he landed a supporting role in the Broadway production of “A Pin to See the Peepshow,” a show that both began and ended on the same day (17 September 1953).

Has said he would like to play a villain in a Bond movie starring Daniel Craig, but accepts that can never happen.

Served in the Royal Army with Christopher Lee before appearing with him, years later, in The Man with the Golden Gun (1974).

His popularity as Bond led to him starring in several movies during the 1970s and early 1980s. However, although some were financially successful, most received poor reviews.

Confirmed in an interview with The Sunday Telegraph magazine in April 2009 that he is completely retired from acting.

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Being beautiful is not always an advantage. Actress Keira Knightley felt it on her skin, after being attacked on the street by a man.
The 24 years old actress was keen to share her experience with fans on Twitter a while ago. Keira claims that she was attacked by a man on the street and she only escaped unharmed because of her bodyguards who were very prompt and cooled down the ardent admirer.

Today, I want to mention a group I really hated when they were on fashion, but my sister e.g. was a huge fan of them and had all their discs (which was in deed an issue at home). Nevertheless, today, means 30 years later, I am also one of their admirer, not so much because of  the image they were representing (this I still consider kind of embarrassing), but the songs are really great compositions, the arrangements are amazing and the vocals (including the backing vocals) just outstanding. Do not laugh now, because I am seriously talking about ABBA.

On YouTube I found a video from a concert in 1979 or 1980, means from about 30 year ago, which is just a master piece of perfection. For sure their songs are all classics anyway,  but furthermore the whole backup band is just a bomb and such quality vocals (besides the two lead singers, there are in total 6 more people singing backing vocals) I haven’t heard live in too many other occasions – actually the whole live sound is just unbelievable when taking into account what technical equipment they had at that time.

Well, as always, I only want to inspire instead of bothering you with my personal opinion – just watch the video have your own opinion and write a comment if you want. Enjoy ABBA with “Dancing Queen” live

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The arches and interior support structure of a covered bridge, with an admirer at the far entrance.

A Sunkist Orange is nature’s perfect snack. It’s like a drop of sunshine in your hand. Not only is it an excellent source of vitamin C, but it’s sweet, pure and juicy. Kind of like Susan from Accounts Receivable. She’s sweet, the way she always has that slightly off-kilter smile. She’s pure, she’s the kind of girl that serves in a soup kitchen on Christmas, I just know it. And her lips are certainly juicy. Also like an orange, she doesn’t talk to me.

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Say goodbye to hunger when you meet the new Gold Rush Bacon Ranch Turkey Sandwich from Quiznos. We start with fresh baked cheddar-crusted bread and we pile high the juicy all-white-meat turkey. Pepper bacon adds that oh-so-right blend of chewy and crunchy. Your mouth will say “Eureka!” when that zip of zesty ranch hits your taste buds. Susan likes a plain old peanut butter, jelly and banana sandwich. She eats one at least once a week. Isn’t the adorable? I know this because I’ve watched her eat lunch every day for the past three weeks. I’m sure this sandwich is pretty good too.

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The Lexus SX4 represents the ultimate in driving luxury. Offering performance like no other, this is one sedan that elevates driving to an art form. With 270 horsepower, a 36-position articulating driver’s seat, standard satellite radio, fine leather trim and a rear navigation camera, no detail has been spared. When your neighbors catch you pulling into the driveway in one, they’ll surely say, “Susan would totally fuck me if I had one of these.”

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Insurance is something you don’t think about much until you need it most. At State Farm we know how devastating it can be to lose your home to a fire, flood or other act of nature. You ask yourself, “How could this have happened? Why is Susan with Craig, that frat boy douchebag from sales, when she should be with me?!”

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Get ready for a revolution in phone service with Comcast Digital Voice. The sound has never been crisper or clearer. Talk to friends and family as though they are right there in your living room. The sound clarity is so good you can even hear someone faintly panting after they called you in the middle of the night and they sit there and say nothing before hanging up. God I hope Susan doesn’t have Comcast Digital Voice.

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Make your escape with a trip to Hawaii’s Kaneohe Bay on American Airlines. American flies to Hawaii eight times a day, which means you could be on the beach taking in ocean wonder this very afternoon. Feel the sand squishing beneath your feet. Watch the sun set over an active volcano. I can’t afford to give Susan a nice Hawaiian vacation, but I’ve done the next best thing and dressed up my crawl space with a Hawaiian theme. I’ve papered the walls with ocean vistas, hung up some coconut scented air fresheners and put a Don Ho Greatest Hits cd on constant loop. I even weaved some tropical flowers into Susan’s ropes so they are not so much restraints as they are leis.

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A house is just a house, but at Premiere Estates we offer you a home. It’s those extra special touches, like brass-knobbed cabinets and fine cherry wood floors that make one of our properties feel immediately like home. It’s been tough trying to make my new prison cell a home. I put up pictures of you, Susan, which I snuck in via various crevices of my body, but they tore those down. At first things were pretty rough between me and my new cellmate/prison wife Jed, but we are working it out. It’s the small compromises that count. Like when I promise to muffle my cries of pain into a pillow, Jed promises to let me call him Susan now and then. I feel like I’m really learning the tools for a healthy relationship. Now I see that I should have been listening to your needs instead of keeping you perpetually sedated on an IV drip. I’m ready for a mature relationship. Maybe when I get out, you and I can get one of these Premiere Estate homes, even though I just made them up. Don’t worry about telling me where you moved, I’ve made some contacts in here that have a knack for “finding people”. It’s gonna be so great, Susan. Maybe after a while, when our relationship has grown strong, I’ll tell you where I put Craig.

I try to be so transparent; I hope you can see right through to me. It’s amazing to know that after all these years, I can say that I think about you still, time to time. Haha, the funny thing is, you were never really mine. I miss you a bit. How old were we when we first met? Maybe I seemed a little odd, peculiar, or a little strange… I admit that I was naive. I was young, but I hope these years have made a change in me. I thought you were funny, handsome, and the manliest of men. It was an instant attraction… I wish you knew it back then.

I used to pick and prod, and pull apart all our meaningless conversation. They weren’t so meaningless to me… I tried to find hidden messages and decipher every act. I appeared mean and tough, but I’m liquid infatuation inside. Malleable to the bone. I didn’t want you to see what you did to me so I denied it. How self destructive was I, to be crushing on someone who didn’t have an inkling of interest in me? I kept pushing… pushing.. pushing you away. We haven’t had a decent exchange of words in years, and yet, I can’t stop thinking about you.

I’m sure there are differences in our memories. I wonder how you remember me…or if you do at all. Sometimes I question if I put you on a pedestal. In my mind, I want to knock you down, just to make you fall. But you know what? I still hope this entry makes you smile. If anything, I guess it’d be worth my while. Maybe you’ll never even stumble upon this post. I kind of secretly wish you did, and I kind of secretly don’t.

Selena Gomez, is a doll!!! It doesn’t suprise me that someone who admires this lil lady would make the effort to let her know!Selena walked into her dressing room to find this floral art arrangment from a secret admirer.

I tweeted her when she sent this picture and said, “Be careful…Yellow roses represents: Friendship, Jealousy and Envy, Get Well Soon!!”

Either way look at her blush at the special token of affection!!

-She seems like a nice girl.

I barely know her but I think we’d get along great
Or I could be wrong & this could all be a mistake
Maybe it’s what soon to come, rather than right now
We’re so very far, the ideal friendship is not allowed

She is so very photogenic,  she has like the perfect smile
& I didn’t just notice that, I’ve known so for quite a while
I’ve seen her one time before & her pictures did not lie
But the sighting was so brief, she was literally passing by

She seems like a nice girl, one who would make me laugh
One who wouldn’t hesitate to do something if I had asked
But only time would tell, along with a given circumstance
But if I had the opportunity…

I Would Surely Take The Chance

By: W. Lyric
Copyright ©2009. All Rights reserved

As much as we hate to hear this married folks, people look at our marriages as an example of what they feel like a marriage should be.  Maybe its just me but I’ve heard more than once that my marriage is how they want their relationships/marriages to be like.  On one hand, I take it as a huge compliment, I mean I want people to look at my relationship and get inspired to see that it can be done.  On the other hand, I would really hate to disappoint people if they were to see something that’s not “perfect”.

Recently, I was over a friend’s house, we were talking about life and family, and of course when you are talking about those things deep personal stuff comes out.  Long story short, I realized through our discussions that her and her boyfriend decided to be life long mates, however, because of her (“secret”) observations of my relationship she was beginning to think about the possibility. She said if you can do it that I can too and what really inspired her was the fact that I was younger than her.

That’s why I don’t fake the funk when it comes to marriage.  If you want to know the truth about marriage and learning how to make a relationship work, feel free to ask.  I can only tell you what I’ve done to be successful and what has been a disater for me.  But heh, I’m still working on it – daily!

By Jake Jakubuwski

Her name was Velma and she rented one of the apartments in the same building in which my family lived. Calling it an apartment is being generous. It was a kitchen, living room and bedroom all-in-one. Like the rest of us, Velma shared the bathroom facilities at the end of the second floor hallway. Each floor had two apartments like Velma’s and one like ours. Ours was a two-room apartment. No bathroom, but we did have a kitchen-style sink, stove and icebox. Note: I said icebox, not refrigerator. The landlord had his place on the first floor which was also two rooms, but he had his own bathroom. I remember seeing it one time and thought it quite marvelous to be able to walk to the toilet without going down a dark, cluttered hallway to find that someone else was already in residence. I have no clear memories of the folks that lived on the third floor; or for that matter, those with whom the landlord shared the first floor.

Anyway, I seldom saw Velma—or, as I came to think of her, “The Lady in The Red Dress,” at least not during the day. But in the evenings, just about suppertime, Velma could be heard, her high heels clicking down the stairs. If I was real lucky, I might catch a glimpse of her shoulder-length blond hair and clinging red dress through the banister railing as she went out the front door. I only knew two things for certain about Velma. She was from West Virginia, and—this was important—she was a divorcée. According to the superior intellect of my eleven and twelve year old male friends, divorcées “did it” and they were “easy.” The fact that Velma was divorced and had her own place—and didn’t seem to have a day-job—made her an object of lust and lasciviousness for the guys in my small neighborhood. And not just the boys. Judging from the looks I’d see on the faces of some of the family men when they saw Velma walk down the street I knew—even at the tender age of ten—those men weren’t thinking about church socials and good deeds, either.

Few males were immune to Velma’s charms. I remember one time when my mother found my father and her lingering a bit too long at the bathroom door. That evening there was much shouting and door slamming in our apartment. The door slamming was a real feat since there was only one interior door and four or five cupboard doors in the entire apartment. The slamming doors were accented with shouted words like “slut”, “whore” and “no good tramp.”

On a rare occasion, I would run into Velma during the day. She might be coming home from shopping or the hairdressers or—from who knows where. She always smiled at me and called me by name. Velma knew my name! Once, when we ran into each other in the local drug store, she bought me an ice-cream soda. None of my buddies believed me when I told them about it. After that I knew for sure that I was in love with Velma. In my mind she was some sort of a goddess.

It was during my tenth summer that “doing it” took on a full new meaning and I somehow quickly figured out why boys and girls were anatomically different. The backyard gatherings and closed-shed sex education classes among peers had begun to make sense. At that point my goddess feelings about Velma didn’t change—but my imagery of her and I together certainly did. I now could envision us in situations that did not just include shared ice cream sodas or holding hands up on the roof in the moonlight. Beyond that, I still wasn’t completely clear about the exact activities involved, but speculating about various possibilities certainly spiced up my days. Lust and lasciviousness had come to roost in my soul and I only knew that I felt different—really different—about Velma. I was no longer satisfied just being an admirer, a dumb-struck recipient of Velma’s occasional smiles or winks. I wanted to take my place beside her as the one and only object of her affections.

And I was convinced that Velma felt the same about me. She had to. Fate decreed it—Cupid, after all, was not stupid. He was just doing his job to bring we two yearning souls together. Together, our souls were fated to fulfill a destiny that was determined before I was born. Don’t misunderstand, in 1948 I didn’t think about it exactly in those terms, but I knew with certainty that a seminal event was about to take place in my life, and Velma—my Velma—was going to be at the epicenter of that whatever it might be.

On Saturday’s I was up early to take my week’s “pickin’s” to the junk yard. I could sell old newspapers, magazines, metal and other junk I’d scavenged during the week. I never made much, usually just enough for movies and candy. As I turned up the alley where we lived, I saw Velma sitting on the front steps, still dressed in her red dress. When I got close enough, I mumbled a “Hi, Velma” and she looked up at me. “Hey, sweetie,” she said. She was smiling but I could tell she’d been crying. The very thought of Velma crying over anything made me want to cry too. I stood at the bottom of the steps trying not to look up to where her dress sort of drooped down and I could see one the garters that held her nylons up. I looked higher still and saw soft white flesh tinted rose from sunlight burning through the red fabric of her dress. I wanted to see more, see whatever there was to see, but felt guilty each time my eyes strayed to the roll of nylon wrapped around her garter. Finally I moved up a step, where I could no longer see Velma’s half-hidden treasures. Instead, I looked at her puffy eyes and red-splotched face—and somehow stammered out a query about what was so terribly wrong that it made her cry.

The tears began to roll down her cheeks again. She told me her mother was sick and needed her at home. My heart broke—Velma was going to leave me! She went on to say that the night before she told her date about the problem and asked him for money—money that he owed her—and he got mad and took what little she had in her purse and ran off. Now, she had nothing to buy a train ticket home. I quickly realized that this was my opportunity to impress Velma and win her gratitude—perhaps even her undying love. I asked Velma how much she needed for the ticket. “Ten dollars, sweetie.” A fortune! So I reached in my pocket and gave her all of my junk earnings. I told her maybe my dad would loan her the rest. She said no, because if he did and my mother found out, it would only cause problems. I told her to wait, I’d be right back.

My mother was sleeping (she usually got home from her bar tending job around three in the morning and slept until noon). I went to the jelly jar where she kept her tip money and removed almost two dollars and fifty cents in change, not too much so it would look like anything had been taken. My father’s “junk” drawer yielded a dollar and forty-eight cents. My personal piggy bank gave up thirty-nine cents. In the kitchen Momma’s “butter money” yielded a dollar thirty-five. Along with what I had already given Velma, she was now up to a grand total of six dollars and ninety-two cents. I ran back to Velma and gave her the money, and cried over the fact that it wasn’t enough—just the best I could do. She told me “not to worry,” that maybe she could get her brother to send the rest.

Then Velma did the most amazing thing. She reached out, gently clasped my cheeks in her soft hands and kissed me right on the lips! Not like some adult kissing a kid, but like an adult kissing an adult. I could feel the tip of her tongue against my teeth and her lips covered mine in a soft but urgent manner that made me dizzy. Before I could figure out that I should respond in kind, the moment was over. She still held my cheeks in her hands, but now she was looking into my eyes and promising that as soon as she “got settled” she’d let me know where she was and maybe I could come visit her. Visit? All she had to do was tell me where and when. I would swim deep oceans and climb high mountains to get another kiss from Velma! And I would gladly wait for her to reach out to me and tell me she was ready to fulfill our destiny—the fate determined for us by deities unknown, or long forgotten—to consummate a love the likes of which had never been experienced before by mere mortals!

I was thinking all of that (on a ten year-old level of course) as Velma told me she had to go or she’d miss her train. As I watched her stand, smooth the red dress over her voluptuous body, and begin walking down the alley toward the corner where the streetcar stopped, I thought of our future bliss together. I watched her board the streetcar. I watched some tall stranger take her valise and Velma show her appreciation by smiling brightly at him. Then she turned and looked my way. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss and gave a sad little wave and turned away. I watched as The Lady In The Red Dress left my life forever. She left with six-dollars and ninety-two cents that I would never see again. I watched as the streetcar carried my first love away forever—off into my bitter-sweet long-term memory.

Copyright © 2009 Jake Jakubuwski.

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Ok, the first guy who I waited for didn’t end up coming, another guy I arranged a meet up with didn’t turn up either, they just seemed like picture collectors.

It wasn’t all bad, I hooked up with a guy that was meant to meet up with in Walthamstow the other day, he was a really young Asian guy, quite nice actually, came really quickly as he was so nervous. I loved it though. Really sweet guy.

10 mins later I get a call from another guy I was chatting to online, he was at the tube station nearby. He was a business guy, rugby player looking, came over from work. He was great, I started giving him head, then he started rimming me, then fucked me (safe of course) then he took his cock out and rammed it down my throat. I started gagging and all this dribble started to come out, it was a great feeling. He did it more and more, then spunked over my face.

WOW last night I went to Legs 800 Club in Walthamstow. I had an amazing night. Was so scared to even go in at first, but as soon as I entered everyone made me feel so welcome, and the men are very nice too. Had quite a bit fun upstairs, even had one of my fantasies come true too – a threesome with two black guys, one at each end, hehe Will definitely go back there. Gotta say thank you to Anthony for buying me that drink and some of the girls I met there too x

For those of you that don’t know ‘Legs 800 Club’ is a mixture of a club and a gay sauna. They have a TV and Admirer night every Thursday and Saturday night. See the website for more info - http://www.legs800club.co.uk/

It’s important to realize early on that when you’re transitioning, is that all of the girly things you want to buy add up and it gets really expensive, really quick! You should also realize early on that the demand for tgirls is extremely high! There are not very many people brave enough to go through the process of transitioning, especially at a younger age (below 30 years, I’ve found). This means that you are a rare breed, even if you are over 30! Despite the fact that society in general will not accept you for who you are, you might even get some rude names yelled at you, just remember that there is a large group of tgirl admirers out there who would love to get to know you.

These admirers number in the thousands, tens of thousands, maybe even millions in a city near you, I guarantee it. The number of tgirls in your city though, is likely to be less than one tenth the number of admirers. This means that you’ve got a gift, honey, and some girls chose to exploit it to some extent. Exploit is a strong word, and I don’t recommend using it when speaking with your personal admirers, but when it comes down to it that is the idea. Unfortunately, because transitioning is so expensive and tgirls are in such high demand, it’s quite common for admirers to shower you with gifts in order to differentiate themselves from the throng. Accept these gifts but accept the admirer into your life only so much as you feel comfortable doing.

Always keep in mind that it costs a lot of money to look good as a tgirl and unfortunately, admirers are always looking for the best girl, not just any girl. The rule of thumb I go by is: if you don’t look good, you won’t have enough admirers, and if you don’t have admirers it’s hard to look good! Clothes, makeup, accessories, surgery, everything that comes with the territory of being transgendered is expensive and you should absolutely accept any gifts or donations that men want to make to you. It improves your life and improves the experience that you are able to provide for your admirers.

Meeting your admirers for sexual encounters is completely fine, we’re all human and from time to time we’ll get swept off our feet by a charming admirer. Just remember that you should ask for donations for any sexual activity you participate in. You are a rare collectible and you should not take your gift lightly. If you owned it, would you lend out the Mona Lisa for a night to someone you had just met or would you ask them for a fee? Obviously, you’d ask them for a fee to ensure they treat it with respect and that it’s in perfect shape when it’s returned. You are a gift to your admirer, one you are lending to him (or her), and you should charge a small fee to ensure that you are treated with respect and are kept well funded and consequently, well supplied and looking good!

In summary, don’t forget to ask for donations and don’t be shy about it! There is no shame in asking for a down payment or collateral on precious goods; you are a precious commodity, don’t short-change yourself! You are worth it and if your admirer doesn’t think you’re worth a small investment, then you know what they’re worth? They’re not worth your time, that’s what.

so many good experiences took place today

for starters

i found this in my box at school today:

vday

vday

aside from the bad handwriting (i hope you draw really well..jk)

and the candy being from mexico

i was damn suprised someone left this in my box

and since i realize there are too many possibilities of who couldve left this

a friend playing a prank, my teacher who felt miserably sorry for me, the mexican immigrant i hired in front of lowe’s on ranier, my friend from elementary school named “Im N. Telling”

it just goes on

so i wont waste time analyzing this situation

it’s merely free candy..correction

free bad-tasting candy..

the candy was like crack, its so bad..but i was starving in humanities and science so i ate one

one became three..three became six..six became twelve..

and then i cut myself off

i do appreciate it though, so if youre reading this

thanks for the corazones dulces

on another note

ive finally got in contact with my mother’s side of the family

to put in short, my mother left when i was very young, about 1-ish

i havent spent much time dwelling over it these past few years,  a decade even

which is why most of my friends dont seem to know about it

but now, 18 years from then

ive finally been able to get in contact with a member from her family

i had been searching for my grandmother for a few months now

after talking it over with my dad, i had felt an unbearable amount of guilt

from my responsibilities of being a grandson who very much like his own mother

had abandoned someone who had no fault to blame

my grandmother was not the one who left me

and there was no reason to extinguish our relationship

but i was too young and powerless of any actual consciousness to decide anything then

how many times can a single-parent raised child tell themselves

“its not my fault”

before the guilt is gone

i would never subdue myself to that extent

and rob myself of an experience that so few (and at the same time, very many)

have the chance to do

to explore life at this great of a degree

and question these meanings and experiences

and most importantly

to take everything that it means into your own hands

from what i last remembered, she lived in chinatown

and for myself, someone who spends so many hours of his damn life

walking the streets of jackson to maynard

i often question to myself when i look into every elderly asian womans eyes

“is that my grandmother? are you my grandmother?”

ive had a very deep rooted history in chinatown

from being raised in the homeless shelter at a very young age, to growing up on jackson square in little saigon in the early 90s, to experiencing the thrills and tragedies of what it means to be in a “gang” and avoiding the now terminated gang unit that patrolled the district, to getting my first real under the table job in chinatown, the list just goes on and on

and i believe that every single experience that has occurred in my past

has brought and molded me to where and who i am now

and it will continue to do so

i was able to find (or my cousin thi was able to.. thanks!!) my auntie (mom’s cousin) who now lives in dallas, tx through facebook (imagine that!)

and we’ve been able to exchange words with each other, catching up in a somewhat awkward but proper manner, and have exchanged numbers

to her and her two sisters that live here in seattle, as well as my grandmother

so i can only hope that i will recieve that call soon

although i dont know how to feel

its an exciting and nerve-wrecking moment

there has been so much ive wanted to do and say

but now that its here, im sort of at a lost for words (go figure)

BUT THATS NOT FUCKING IT!

my dad brought home a new member to the family

the un-named

the un-named

we need a name for her

please leave ideas and suggestions as a comment (;