lesson learned
1) I was going up the stairs to the dressing room when a girl I have worked with atleast 50 times introduced herself to me and asked my name. Lesson learned: If a dancer has no clue who you are even after you have talked to her a dozen times, don’t take it personal.
2) It was early on a Monday night and three customers were comfortably seated near the stage. A single man and a couple. Most dancers would assess this situation and go sit with the single man because essentially there is a better chance of getting money out of him. This is exactly what Mona, one of the club’s top hustlers, did. The club’s other top hustler (me), arrived late to the situation because I was screwing around with my iphone in the locker room. I felt stupid for not being on the floor when he came in but I soon got called to stage so I just went ahead and did my thing. As I danced, I noticed the couple was watching me very intently and by the time my second song was over, they had covered me in one dollar bills. I bet I could get a dance out of them, I thought. When I approached their table they told me over and over again how much they loved my show and they were really interesting in getting some private time with me. Low and behold, the three of us ended up in the VIP room doing a very steamy half hour dance. Mona sat with the single guy for hours and ended up getting NOTHING out of him. Lesson learned: Do not underestimate how horny couples can be.
3) A normal Tuesday night. I was relaxing along the back bar when two well dressed men came into the club and took a seat in the far right corner. I approached one of them and we started talking about the normal bullshit. Where are you from? What do you do? Blah blah blah. Come to find out, I was sitting with a very wealthy lawyer who happened to be happily engaged and not a big fan of strip clubs. Apparently his friend dragged him there. I was about to head elsewhere when he told me to stay with him and just drink a glass of wine. He then added that he understands how dancers work and that he would pay me for my time. A half hour later, I had an extra $300 in my garter. Lesson learned: Some men actually do get it.
4) So I am trying to get a new apartment and I am not sure if I got the job I interviewed for. Actually, it’s more like I’m not sure if I even want the job I interviewed for but I tried to get it anyways because I felt I had to. The lady who showed me this apartment has been e-mailing me and asking me if I heard anything. I guess that in order to sign the lease, I need to have a letter from an employer saying I am actually employed. I told her I had heard nothing. I then decided to be honest and tell her that if I didn’t get this particular job, I wouldn’t be out of luck because I have experience with dancing and I would probably do that until I got a “real job”. No response… going on about two days now. Lesson learned: Until you prove otherwise, you are a judgmental asshole.
April 21st, 2010 at 4:03 pm
It still surprises me that couples go to the club (especially gay couples!). I’ve seen couples at my club and I always wonder whether the woman is there just to appease her guy and not because she really wants to be.
“not a big fan of strip clubs. Apparently his friend dragged him there”
HA! This was me for sure on my first visit. After some waffling, I got a tag-team lap dance from two dancers and one of those dancers sat to talk with me after we came back to the floor. We talked for about 20 minutes. She was so nice. I ended up giving her $60 when we stopped talking cause even in my moronic novice state of mind, I knew she didn’t make money talking. Now I feel like a cheapskate giving her only $60. I didn’t know better. I gave the 2 dancers $40 each even though the dance price was $25.
I thought about her a few times over the next two weeks and went back hoping to find her. I never did. I went back several times over the next two months and she never came back. I still remember her. During those visits when I was hoping she would come back, I didn’t meet any dancers I enjoyed talking to as much as I enjoyed talking to her.
Finally, I gave up on seeing her again and went to VIP with the second dancer that give me the tag-team dance. She – like all the dancers – is totally beautiful but I had the feeling she wasn’t comfortable in VIP even though she said she would be with what my VIP thing was. Her not being comfortable ruined it for me.
The next time I went, I talked to a dancer I’d talked to briefly on previous visits. She became my favorite lady.
“I have experience with dancing”
I wonder whether the woman you were corresponding with associated “dancing” with “gentlemens club”. Rhetorically, did you mention you did something else besides what you were interviewing for when you initially talked to her? If you didn’t, maybe the change in story threw her.
“it’s more like I’m not sure if I even want the job I interviewed for but I tried to get it anyways because I felt I had to.”
Tara – someday you will stop dancing. It may be tomorrow or it may be in 5 years. Whenever it is, you’ll look back and realize it’s been a hell of a ride. You’ll be able to remember all the free time, the money, vacations and adulation you’ve enjoyed over the past few years. And you’ll have a book to prove that it was worth every minute. There aren’t many people who can say the same thing when they leave their twenties.
So rock on, Phoenix….and remember the fans you had (have) while you lived life in the fast lane. Never stop writing.
And never forget the cat is looking to paw-slap you the first chance she gets
Dan
April 22nd, 2010 at 7:42 am
Ah lifes little lessons That’s one of God’s cruel secrets. You don’t get really smart until you are too old to do anything with the knowledge. And it’s also funny how we do things sometimes because we feel we have to. What in our brains makes us do this? Who the fuck knows.
When TG mentioned dancing to the old bag she probably fell off her sweat stained chair because she couldn’t dance with all her rolls of fat hanging down.
April 22nd, 2010 at 3:34 pm
All I see right now is my post from last night. Above this post, I’d bet there are some new posts after my last one by the usual suspects. Tara probably hasn’t had time to moderate. Maybe there’s even a post from someone who visits occasionally. Maybe the good Capt got Stephanie to post. Maybe Butch got Isabel to post. Maybe Terranova stopped pumping the porpoise long enough to post.
If I remember right, Athena’s birthday is the next on the list. Maybe she’ll pop back in before then. C never mentioned her birthday so we can’t include her on our birthday watch.
So I’m just hanging out waiting for Tara to pull the trigger. Maybe Tara will teach the cat how to moderate.
Today I heard a song I hadn’t heard in a while. We’ve quoted from this artist several times lately but I think these lyrics deserve more than just a few lines so I’m going to post them here.
“Women have come, women have gone
Everyone trying to cage me.
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul”
Dan
April 22nd, 2010 at 8:15 pm
Travelin man by Bob Seger. Great song! TG is probably stuck under tupperware contaainer again. That damn cat should be taught how to mederate.
Stephanie is trying to come up with something good for her first post.. Keep encouraging her!
April 24th, 2010 at 2:36 am
“Stephanie is trying to come up with something good for her first post.. Keep encouraging her!”
All she need do is be herself. It’s not a contest here, it’s a conversation. If she reads Tara’s blogs and the comments for a while, I’m sure she’ll eventually see something she’ll want to respond to. She might ease into it a little quicker if the rest of us don’t know it’s (your) Stephanie. So now you have another name to come up with!
I saw Bob Seger in concert a few times. We recently joked about the number of sexual partners we’ve had. I’ve also been thinking about the concerts I’ve been to over the years and I’d say my concert to partner ratio is at least 2:1, maybe 3:1. And, to paraphrase/requote Bob Seger again:
“That is a memory that makes me a wealthy soul”.
Dan
April 24th, 2010 at 4:03 pm
Stephanie,
This site is open to all kinds of comments. If you can relate to something I write, please share your own story. If you completely disagree with me, feel free to tell your opinion. I would love to hear what you have to say.
TG
April 24th, 2010 at 4:06 pm
Dan,
Actually there is a birthday in the house. Today, April 24th, is the three year anniversary of me finding my cat at the animal shelter. Because she was a stray, no one knew when she was actually born so I decided it would be the day I fell in love with her.
She is a fast learner, but the moderating lesson is coming along very slow. I don’t think she likes the feeling of the keyboard keys under her paws.
TG
April 24th, 2010 at 5:02 pm
HaHa cat moderating. Very cool and you get her on tv doing weird aniaml acts. Try getting her some little cat boots it will help her hit the right keys!
April 24th, 2010 at 9:42 pm
Hey Stephanie is tired, Fudd has her doing some extra curriculars, but I think she is working her way up to starting tp post. I just told her she could write about anything but just dont give away any of Capt Fudds secrets. Those secerts will go to the grave with me . lol
Think she will post about the various outfits I made her try on!
April 25th, 2010 at 2:38 am
“so I decided it would be the day I fell in love with her”
That’s beautiful. I love when people go to the shelter to adopt a pet rather than go buy a kitten or puppy. There are some horrible stories about “puppy mills” – places that just breed animals without regard for caring or placing them properly.
“getting her some little cat boots”
Hahaha…yeah, maybe she just needs a pair of work gloves. After she learns to moderate, Tara can teach her to clean the apartment.
Happy Birthday Kitty!!
Dan
April 26th, 2010 at 2:47 am
” just dont give away any of Capt Fudds secrets.”
Haha….yeah, Stephanie will have the good Capt over a barrel. Once she starts posting, you better treat her extra nice Capt. A woman scorned (especially one who can write) is not what you want. Will she reveal all at once? Will she reveal one secret at a time? Will it be death by the guillotine or death by a thousand cuts?
This keeps getting better and better.
Dan
April 26th, 2010 at 9:36 am
Hey guys! My name is Stephanie and I have been encouraged by one “Capt Fudd” to participate in this open forum of commenting and posting thoughts. There have been so many interesting and wonderful subjects and topics I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Sex toys, sex addiction, crazy friends and co-workers, music….
I will make my first foray into commenting on something I believe most women think about but most of the time try to repress deep down. You damn men out there (jk) want us women to be sexy and attractive. When we accomplish this task and you guys fawn all over us and we take the bait and become your lovers then you change on us. All the attention you bestow upon us quickly fades and everything becomes normal and pretty boring. Why is that. Why can’t the passion continue and be as hot as it was at first. “Capt Fudd” and I are trying new and fun things (I begged him not to tell our secret peeping activities) and there are more things we will be trying.
I am also still contemplating doing some part time dancing for fun and for some money but am not sure. You all are experts so what advice can you offer? “Capt Fudd” is being supportive but I am not sure of his motives, lol-I know he will read this, but if go try dancing will it make me even more cynical about life than I am now? I had only danced a short while last year but depending on the club there are some seedy characters out there.
April 26th, 2010 at 5:42 pm
The Capt gave Stephaine the greenight to go ahead and start commenting. I haven’t seen one yet but I may have created a monster. She is working up to one but putting too much thought into it. I should be worried. There are some dirty little secrets I do not want leaked to the general public.
Too bad about your halibut, but it’s a numbrs game. The more fish you catch sooner or later you will hook a keeper.
April 27th, 2010 at 2:56 am
“I may have created a monster”
“I should be worried.”
“Too bad about your halibut”
Yeah. Ever hear the term “beer goggles”? Usually it’s applied to looks but sometimes it applies otherwise. After a few drinks, you talk to someone and things seem to click. You think, “cool, I’d like to get to know this person”. After a few more meetings, you realize you don’t share the same views about a few things. As those differences become apparent (and accumulate) you eventually realize this person isn’t right for you. Her comment about the club I’ve been to was just one of the things where we differed although to be quite honest, I probably would have said the same thing a year ago.
Too bad really. Sometimes when it doesn’t work out, you’ve polluted her friend pool. She’ll tell her friends about you so – depending upon what she says/feels – the people you meet through her are either available or they’re not. She did have a single friend with her the night we met. I’m wondering whether I should have talked to her friend rather than her. Cest la vie.
And yeah, it’s a numbers game. Seems like I should be able to come up with a lyric quote for all this but this morning, I’m dry.
Dan
April 27th, 2010 at 1:52 pm
oops spoke too soon. The secrets will come out now so capt fudd may have to move to Nova Scotia or some other isolated place. Come on now Stephanie remember our agreement?! I keep yours quiet and you keep mine quiet!
April 28th, 2010 at 12:43 pm
Dan I have a female friend I know for a long time,
I told her about my new habit (2007 – Current) of going to the Strip Club
she was like, Im susprised at you
I explained if you go to a “upsale” one they are really nice places
why don’t you come with me time
she didnt want to hear it
seeing her next week, and will try and bring her around
also still working on my #1 girl , she cancelled our date, but also did not invite me to the Strip Club
siad maybe in May – June after she is not working at her current Job, when she is doing her Nany Gig
maybe we could go out then
(Bianca was like come see me at the club and just go back to being a customer from previous posts)
so I found this interesting,
since I told her the last time I saw her in the Club, if you don’t want to go out with me
invite me to the club when your working and I’ll take you to the VIP
Tara any prespective/comment on this situation (this is the same Girl who kissed me on the Lips)
why not go out if she likes me – why would she have to wait
or if she doesnt
why not Invite me to the Club to spend money on her in the VIP
— yes I could go to the club since she told me her schedule or call to verify
but if she doent want a date I want her to invite me to the Club
April 28th, 2010 at 3:32 pm
“The secrets will come out now so capt fudd may have to move to Nova Scotia or some other isolated place.”
Capt – are you sweating bullets yet? Surely you know by now women control the relationship. All you get to do is steer occasionally. They let you think you’re getting your way just enough so you think you’re in control. Pretty soon you’ll be cleaning her place and doing her chores. That’s why they call it a “Honey, do” list.
You’ll have plenty of company in Nova Scrota (haha) or whatever tundra you choose. Plenty of guys fall into that trap – me included at one point. Spent too much time isolated with other guys that let their heart lead them.
The “dumbstick” (penis) makes men stupid. The heart makes women stupid. Fact of life.
Dan
April 30th, 2010 at 3:51 am
Holy cow! Somehow I missed Stephanie’s post (above) when I was making subsequent comments.
Welcome to the forum, Stephanie. You’re asking some great questions so, for what it’s worth, I’ll offer my version of the answers.
“All the attention you bestow upon us quickly fades and everything becomes normal and pretty boring. Why is that”
Sometimes a guy tries hard to win a woman’s affection. During this time, she plays coy. But “the thrill of the hunt” (for a guy) requires extra effort and because the guy is new to her, the woman sees this extra effort as normal. But it’s not normal – the guy is devoting extra energy to the situation. I’m not talking here about when a guy tries too hard in a desparate way – that’s a different discussion. If the guy is lucky enough to win her affection, the courtship level of effort may be too hard to maintain. It’s not that guys wouldn’t like to keep that up, it’s just that regular life nonsense (work, stress, obligations, etc.) gets in the way. The thing is, what you describe also happens to guys. Woman also expend extra effort during the courtship phase so when courtship phase is over – and two people end up together – the woman isn’t the same person the guy was courting. So I think what you describe isn’t a guy thing, it’s a people thing.
“if go try dancing will it make me even more cynical about life than I am now?”
Well, you’re reading the right blog to get insight. You’ve danced before so I suspect you know more about how it would shape you than any answer I could give. I haven’t met a lot of dancers but some are more cynical than others and it does show through. Whether they were cynical before or whether dancing made them cynical, I don’t know.
Hope to hear more from you now that you’ve broken the ice.
Dan
April 30th, 2010 at 8:19 am
Dan, ah yes the pursuit of the almighty pussy and boobs! Women have it made they just let us think we are in charge. Think I will start a mens camp in Nova Scotia, or somewhere as isolated, and re-train them what life is really all about.
What if the sexes didn’t need each other? What if we all had no sex drive and the world populated itself thru test tubes. Just think all we could accomplish if we didn’t think about sex all the time?
There was a Seinfeld episode where George swore off sex and started to read and accomplish some good stuff. He wasn’t focused on women and really improved himself.
April 30th, 2010 at 3:38 pm
Capt –
“What if the sexes didn’t need each other?”
That’s an interesting question. I think both sexes view the initial contact (introduction) as a potential sexual interest. But the thing is, you need to be friends first. Approaching someone as a new sexual interest screws things up. Most long term couples see their partner as a friend as well as a romantic partner. Maybe there’s a romantic interest on both sides (initially) that eventually blooms into something sexual. I don’t know. But I think the friendship part needs to be there before the romantic part can succeed.
Good comment.
Dan
May 2nd, 2010 at 6:27 pm
Hey Guys! Long time no talk! I am glad you rememberedmy birthday. It was last Tuesday, the 27th! I had a blast. I was going to take the night off, but then took it too my advantage and wore a birthday crown stating i am the birthday girl, and let’s just say I could take the whole month off if I wanted to. But I am not, instead I planned a vacation with a girl friend to Puerto Rico (my native land) next November!
I have missed out on so many interesting conversations, my goodness. I’ll have to catch up and get back to you guys (and now girls too!)
xox
May 3rd, 2010 at 7:18 am
Jonny Drama from Entourage
“Sloan (E’s ex Girlfriend) is all mighty – she keeps E (Eric) from and getting any Pussy
and wont give him any either.”
May 3rd, 2010 at 7:38 am
Ok what am I supposed to do now? Some want me to post more and possibly divulge “capt fudd’s” secrets and of course “capt fudd” is getting nervous. I may have some leverage here I will need to cash in on.
Yes I danced before but for only a short period of time and it is hard to work up the courage to try it again. I will say the capt is willing to “audition me” and is talking again about modeling some outfits.
I will give you a little tease and say that the captain has some interesting eating habits in bed I may have to comment on
So what’s the vote, should Victoria climb the pole again??
May 3rd, 2010 at 10:59 am
Holy shit, I take a day or too off to recuperate and there are some new people posting. That is great, we need additional opinions.
I see that Stephanie is posting now, Capt are you nervous. What dirty little secerts will be splashed all over the front page of RFG. I would like to know the eating habits of capt fudd, ?????
Isabel and I took a nice long ride on the hawg yesterday to a large motorcycle swap meet. There is a bar nearby called the iron horse where the waitresses wear assless leather chaps and small pink underwear to cover the rump. Very hot look and Isabel wasn’t too happy I was having such a good time looking. But an hour ride home soothes all ills so when we got back we read some RFG. God damn it, now I think she wants to post? wtf
May 4th, 2010 at 11:25 pm
Stephanie,
I absolutely think Victoria should climb the pole again. Just keep in mind that after your first night, you will be so sore you won’t even want to move the next day. Dancing requires you to use muscles you never knew you had! Also, you need to spill these eating habit secrets ASAP. We are all very curious!
TG
May 5th, 2010 at 1:11 pm
Like I recently said, this keeps getting better and better.
Yes, Stephanie – climb the pole once more even if only for a couple of months. Someday you won’t be able to so why not seize the day? Do it while you can. Just put some food by the bed for the good Capt before you head off to work!
And please dish about the Capt. When you mentioned the Capt and eating in bed, I remembered an old Seinfeld episode where George wanted to combine eating and sex. I always thought that would be interesting to try.
Right now I can’t help but feel a little sympathy for the Capt. He’s losing control of the situation. His blood pressure is probably in the 400’s. His hands are trembling. He’s stammering. Poor bastard.
Butch – after seeing what’s happening to the Capt, are you really going to encourage Isabel to post?
Dan
May 5th, 2010 at 6:46 pm
hahahahaha Come on captain what is this eating habit? You know it will come out soon anyway. I remember the Seinfeld episode about combining the eating with sex. Ya I have wanted to try it also. Stephanie/Victoria ya I agree give it a shot again, and if you get sore like TG says I am sure captain fudd can massage the tired and sore muscles with some food items!!!!!!!!!!
May 6th, 2010 at 3:24 am
“I am sure captain fudd can massage the tired and sore muscles with some food items!!!!!!!!!!”
LMAO!!!!!!
The Capt’s been conspicuously quiet. He can’t get the genie back in the bottle. He’s probably on the living room floor twitching like Tara’s cat does when she’s dreaming.
Dan
May 6th, 2010 at 8:57 pm
wtf the Captain is in a real pickle. The Genie won”t go back in the bottle for sure. I can’t wait for trying to do damage control. I am going to leave the room now and let Stephanie do a little post. I think she is going to try dancing this weekend. Nice going all you degenerates!!
May 6th, 2010 at 10:03 pm
Ok “Capt Fudd” left the building, I hope he isn’t getting pissed but I think he has a good sense of humor! So you want to hear a secret about his eating habits? Here you go…One night last week we were sitting around messing around when we both got the munchies for some unknown reason..hehe
.and we decided to get bananna splits-actually we got turtle splits loaded with some nice gooey carmel sauce. Mmmmmmm!
We were sitting on the couch when all of a sudden “Capt Fudd” takes a spoon full and accidentally spills it on my shirt. He swears it was an accident. I am not sure. So since we still had alot of split left I decided to change tops and put on a bikini top. We moved the eating party to the bed and continued munching. Then he tells me he wants to eat the split off my stomach. I guess I shouldn’t have dared him. He first puts down on my stomach some carmel sauce followed by ice cream, nuts, whipped cream and cherries and proceeds to finish his split. He took his time and made sure to get all the food stuff off me and all the carmel sauce dripping in unimagineable places and I must admit I really enjoyed it and want to do it again. Maybe with cherry pie next time!!
I also spilled some on him but I am sure you gents don’t want to hear about that!
We took a nice hot shower to get all the sticky food stuff off of us and went to get the binoculars! He is making me a total “degenerate”! (I like that inside joke! hehe
) HELP ME PLEASE!!!!!
May 7th, 2010 at 3:32 am
Damn it. I gotta stop reading this stuff in the mornings. I’m getting all horned up reading about banana splits and genies!
I don’t do binoculars but I would have thought they’d come before the main course. What do I know?
Dan
May 7th, 2010 at 11:05 am
Dan just Tug one out before work
May 7th, 2010 at 11:12 am
Hahahaha Dan you got to get up earlier. Binoculars are always after bananna splits and the main course!! She better not spill any more secrets or she will pay!!!!!!!!!!!!
May 7th, 2010 at 3:23 pm
“Dan just Tug one out before work”
I almost did. I had a serious case of “morning wood” when I was getting ready for work today.
“Binoculars are always after bananna splits and the main course!!”
I’m learning a lot of new stuff here. I thought binoculars would be part of the foreplay. I like cuddle/snuggle after the main course. Come to think of it, I like cuddle/snuggle as part of the foreplay too.
“She better not spill any more secrets”
Haha…Capt, I don’t think you have much of a say anymore. Stephanie’s just hitting her stride. Just make sure you stay on her good side.
What I really want to know is how Stephanie managed to italicize a word in her post. I’ve wondered how to italicize or bold a word from time to time but I never figured it out.
Stephanie – put down the binoc’s and the good Capt for a minute and tell us how you did that.
Dan
May 7th, 2010 at 6:54 pm
All right this is getting serious. Captain your setting the bar pretty high. I told Isabel to get ready to introduce some food items into the bedroom. She threatened to slap me, but she doesn’t know that I like that. Now that is some real foreplay!!!
Dan, T’Nova has his usual advice for every problem-Just tug one out. But if you get a woman who like s to play with food you may not have too.
May 7th, 2010 at 7:08 pm
So I see you liked the post about “capt fudd”. This is starting to get fun! I think I may have to climb the pole again to give you guys some more to talk about hehe. I think “capt fudd” was ok with me spilling the beans about our bananna split party. I told him this weekend should be a food induced coma weekend!
Stay tuned if “Victoria” dances again.
And thanks Tara for your encouragement, I know yours is sincere. Sometimes I don’t know where the Captain is coming from. When I came home the other day he had several new outfits for me to try on?
May 8th, 2010 at 2:10 pm
” Captain your setting the bar pretty high.”
He really is. I can’t keep up. My only comfort these days is knowing that when I’m on my bike, he probably couldn’t catch me in his car.
“T’Nova has his usual advice for every problem-Just tug one out”
When you think about it, that’s probably not bad advice.
“When I came home the other day he had several new outfits for me to try on?’
Stephanie, let me guess –
You were the French maid and he was the butler. You had the house to yourselves.
Or you were the rich trophy wife and he was the pool boy cleaning out the pool. The husband wasn’t home.
Or you were Mrs. Robinson and he was the graduating college student.
“food induced coma weekend”
My kinda weekend.
Dan
May 8th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
No I prefer to be James bond and sneak into the house of Goldfinger only to find Stephanie playing his number one girl “Pussy Galore”. For you non James Bond fans that was the name of the girl in the Goldfinger movie. Man what they could get away with in the old days.
You think the bar is set high now just wait to you hear a report on Monday on what’s going to happen this weekend!!!
Stephanie please be quiet now you are talking too much!!!! You’ve had your quota of comments for the week.
May 9th, 2010 at 2:56 am
“only to find Stephanie playing his number one girl “Pussy Galore”.”
I hadn’t thought of the Bond girl role play but it’s a good one. I remember when Pussy Galore introduced herself to Bond in that movie. Bonds comment was a quiet whisper to himself, “I must be dreaming”.
The bar gets set higher and higher. Maybe the Capt deserves a promotion? What’s above Capt? Would we start calling him Major Fudd?
Dan
May 10th, 2010 at 6:26 pm
Just spent one of the best mothers day’s ever! On Sat night I brought two fresh main lobsters over to moms for a mothers day treat, She loved it and freed up my Sunday for more manly activities. Here was Sunday’s itenirary:
Arrived at Stephanie’s house at about 1pm. We just layed around chillin and talkin about all kind of weird and cool shit. Finally got our asses up about 4:30 and went to dinner.
Came back and spent the next three hours just relaxin on the bed and looking out the window and continued to discuss some pretty weird stuff. One of the topics was what blood tasted like. I had told her that when we were kids and cut yourself we just licked it off and kept playin but I couldn’t remember what it tasted like exactly. Guess what we found out…
Remember when you were kids and you wanted to be a blood brother with someone? Someone you swore to be friends forever? Well you would cut the tip of your right index fingers and press them together reciting the oath.
Stephanie was up for it so capt fudd got a kitchen knife and stabbed each of our right index fingers and drew blood. We both got to taste some human blood, which is kind of tasteless and warm and sticky. Then we did the blood brother/blood sister oath which makes us friends forever, maybe not lovers forever but friends for sure.
Then we watched a scary movie and snuggled as people in the movie were gettin all axed up!
And thanks Dan I am almost ready for a promotion!!!!
May 12th, 2010 at 3:01 am
“I am almost ready for a promotion”
I think you deserve it. I’ll put in the paperwork. I’m pretty sure Queen Phoenix will rubber stamp it. Sounds like you guys had a great Sunday.
I remember the “blood brother” oath. I think the last time I took it though was when I was still young enough to think girls had cooties. I still lick my wounds when I get cut (sometimes playing but more often these days when I work around the house/yard). Somehow blood has a special taste I think. Not in any strange way or anything, I just wouldn’t describe it as tasteless.
Movie snuggle is great. Morning snuggle is nice too if you keep mints by the bed to ward off morning breath. For some people, pet pillows are nice. That’s when you use your pet as a pillow while lying around or watching TV. I guess you could call that pet snuggle. VIP snuggle is pretty good too but it’s just a fantasy.
Dan quote:
“Life is just a fantasy – can you give my fantasy life?”
Dan
P.S. – Beware, Capt. The whiley women have set a trap for us guys under the ‘Artemis’ post.