The car show was called Haunted Pin up... the people who ran it had entertainers dressed up as Pin ups from retro pin up styles, we've got a group of gals locally who pose for that sort of thing. A group of them had also dressed up and performed as zombies to Thriller, they looked cool. Anyway, what was left of the show cars.. much of them looked nasty but ran smoothly purring or nearly silent as they left... I loved seeing rusty looking vehicles knowing how mechanically sound every one of them was.

here are some pix from the show...

today was a lazy starting morning, and I felt I'd accomplished little to nothing, until my Tall and Lanky texted me asking about the car show and concert we'd been invited to, with a cover charge that went to charity.

Hours past the time our friend was to perform, we finally showed up. Our friend was still there, and came walking at a fast pace, and warmly greeted us, hand shakes with a manly hug, for my tall friend, and for me a hug that completely enveloped me in his powerfully strong arms. We'd missed the trophies and most of the cars and bikes on display but enjoyed what was left, anyway... NOTE to self... if I want to see the venue I need to bug Lanky hours and hours in advance, and then make sure when my honey calls we proceed to our destination no matter how long it takes that call to be finished... Otherwise we'll never get to root for the performers we're there to support and appreciate. Our friend was dear, when visiting with us, and made sure the lanky one took his phone number and invited us to keep in touch and said he'd love to have us over for a BBQ. I never know what to say when people invite us to things like that, as if we're a couple, not just two people who're there together as friends... Anyway, it's nice to get to know performers in the community, good people who are genuine, caring and remember the people who love their music and like the people they are. We'd gone to the Green Festival here, later, and discovered that the young man who'd invited us to that had already performed... same time as the other... Our bad luck, I guess, to have missed both bands.

The whole afternoon and evening was spent talking of and sharing music, and leftovers and about my trip. My friend gave me advice about packing, and airport security, knowing I haven't flown since long before 9-11, and homeland security. things sure have changed... and, as he's had luggage lost, he'd recommended that I pack enough into carry on's to include at least one change of clothes as well as my camera, and other important things. So that, nothing of real value would be lost... Wise. He's also given pointers as to where I'd find the terminal for my flight, how they book the seats and offered to be the one to confirm my ticket the day before, since he's got the app still loaded on his phone.

I'm grateful for his consistency as a friend. It took a while to get him to understand that with friendship, no matter what, it's important to show respect and make sure that the other's not uncomfortable... but I think, after as many times as I've had to address him about it, outright, that he might be able to handle that job. I don't expect it, though... I imagine that one day his libido will make him that same blinded and thoughtless selfish dick. But, until that time I'll enjoy his companionship as a friend who can only be my friend with no "benefits," other than my company.

I got to speak with my dear before the long day with tall and lanky, and while he was still spending time with me. I'll be going up into the canyons tomorrow, for a photographing outing with my friend... Out into the canyons, but also into a little valley on an historic farms site, a dell filled with old orchards and fields... hoping to find flowering trees and bushes, and any signs of spring, to share here, and elsewhere. We both have enjoyed our outings with cameras in hand, and have been looking forward to this all winter. And, it's time to seek out some of the natural beauty of this place I call home.

I had the pleasure of speaking with two dear and wonderful men, whom I love and adore. TJ... now known as Old troubadour, and my sweet guy, whom I'm eagery incapable of patience to be with... umm, well, I'm capable, in truth... I'm just all jitters and talking about every little thing that we say. My daughter had to interject at one point, overhearing the conversation... informed me that the way my coworker talked today about how much I'm chattering about this, is where SHE was two weeks ago... Poor baby... I mutter and grouse a bit over that since I didn't even HAVE the tickets yet... I think.

I've been given an idea for a blog with pix due to the first conversation... He knows exactly how perfect it'll be... horny naughty me... and a nicely horny coot.. we chuckled and had a few laughs. God knows I've missed that sweet mans laugh and voice!

My Illinois guy was informing me that we're going to have to pick and choose the sightseeing choices.. There is NO way we can get away with a 15 minute visit with his mom... even though he'd like to get me back to the hotel to ravage me again... And we're not going to be spending much time away from our room... well, we are, really, but still...

To distract him, and well, more to remind him where he's going to be... in the room... I informed him that I'd been warned to trim over a week in advance of the impending first time Brazilian wax. All I can think after how people talked about it, is...

"Oh feck, how loud am I going to be screaming, and when will my sit-down feel OK sitting down???"

My coworker told me I've GOT to have it no less than a week prior to the trip. No painful play please... NOPE. I bought a Groupon for this. I HAD to try it since I was asked if I'd ever consider having one... Umm, well, I've PAID for it for Crikey's sake, so hell, now I've got to USE it!!!
These are the redeeming things about a Brazilian:
smooth
smooth,
and did I say SMOOTH Yoohoo?
And there won't be any comeback of the monster fur patch for about 6 weeks... ergghh, that's for normal thatch-patches... NOT mine. Mine, umm, can be in dreadlocks(micro-ish-sized) within 3-4 months growth! Ask whokens if you don't believe me.. he watched me braiding it, one day. no blushing sweet friend. back to ripping off all that ermm, yeeouch...
*sigh* scared me... remind me I'm thankful for it afterward, please.
I warned my man that I'm going to need his help shaving the backs of my thighs.. I swear I almost made him choke over that. But my dress is short and my heels are tall... and no bending over safely without showing ALL. He chastened me for having no shame, after I'd advised him of how I'd dressed for work today. Insisting D, you just push the limits all the time, don't you? If you had a little remorse that would make it better, but that.. STOP that laughing, now, if you showed remorse it'd make it better.. But oh, no.. NOT you... you're proud of the reactions you cause.

Mmm, yeah, I mumbled through another series of coughing chortles...

I'm thinking if I dress like a Nun for the whole trip, that might be too much, but I also don't want to look like a whore, either... So, I'll just be me... like today, at work... hmmmmm, jeans, a T-shirt and matching colored undies.. Let's face it, my jeans try to climb off me(lowriders)so I've GOT to make a fluid transition from top to bottom... Red top, red panties, right? He corrected me informing me that MOST women will choose their shirt and bottoms to MEET in the middle, but oh no, not you, girl... You use it to flaunt what you've got...
I suggested an alternative to short top and low jeans with matching undies peeking out to say HI there, it's ME down here!! SEE???!!!
I said... I could wear my top, and a really long camisole underneath.. that would solve two problems at once... My too short top and too low waistband and needing to cover my asscrack.. All covered by that.. Check!!! AND, it's let me take off that horrible TORTURE device called a BRA... and I could go BRALESS, and free... Nodding head, and jiggles boobs... A sigh hissed from the earbud into my head... Really? You're still milking it. You KNOW what that does to the guys you work with, D...
Mmm yes, yes, I definitely do...

today my guy asked about this site. I've let it's name slip a few too many times for him to have NOT picked up the name.. asking about my blog, how often I update it, and, with what... He told me he pictures a couple hundred thousand people reading this to find out what happens next, cheering, crying with me.. and loving my version of our story. I played the Chaka Khan video link for him.. knowing he would love it, as it's on his list of top 20 favorites... Anyway, I shared a message I'd recently received from an NNer on here, a couple entries I'd written as well... He informed me that he likes the idea of me blogging on this site. He knows of a few of the people I love more than anything as I've shared about them with him for a long while, and with them, about him... He knows about Blog Challenges, has helped me once or twice with ideas for them... And I've told him about the upcoming one, asking for suggestions for the theme.. thinking of the impending trip... Realistically, this is the first real adventure I've had in maybe EVER... first flight alone. First trip east of the Rockies. First to a real BIG City. And first time I dare to go to a man I want, respect and desire... First time I get to touch him, kiss and be with him. And first time I follow through on permanently altering a wonderful friendship with the desire passion and sexual release of Vesuvius built up inside of me. This.. is one fantastic gift I've been given. This is the most spectacular and huge step I am taking. He teases that I shouldn't have changed our friendship. That I was at fault for how we went from platonic to more... I guess I am Eve, or perhaps, Lilith? He has asked me many times what spell I'd cast on him. Saying I've bewitched him. I correct him, Saying I've simply charmed him with being me... Then tease that I'm a succubus... Who knows how it all happened, really. Somewhere we went from innocuous to sensual. To innocent to aroused and curious. And somewhere we went from cheering one another, to comparing those we were with to each other, and feeling hurt or uncomfortable with the thought of the other being with someone else. At some point the recognition of what we want and seek in a partner existing in each other... and the foundation of our ideal marriage being that which we have laid down together already. It still is not something I dare to say is solid and for sure.. Because either one of us could sabotage this at any time. But I suspect we're both ready now.. from our conversations.. to explore, experiment, and observe.. to enjoy, relish and relax... to participate and share completely.. and to be as open and honest as we've been and.. I can say I won't hold back.. he will know my joy, love carnality, passion and peace... I've never accepted such a wonderous chance to make a dream come true.. And I'm absolutely loving his acceptance, his image of hundreds of thousands of people following this story of a private man, and his lusty impetuous woman from the country, Utah.. yes, country.. he says this state has created itself as a sovereignty... denied so many restaurants and stores entrance.. allow only weak versions of alcohol, and what's up with no Lottery?

Smiles.. in just over two weeks, I'll be a naked me most of the duration in Chicago... I can't complain about being naked with the man I desire more tan anything. And I'm eager to have him as intimately as possible with me... Ah, Gods above and heaven below... I'm too elated. I'm very happy. And I know that I am blessed.

it's sinking in, for both of us. Smiles... I wonder if it was more dream than reality for him all this time that we'd been talking of doing this???
Hmm, anyway, he booked the room today while we were talking, He said, "Dreamy you've got a place to stay now"... I teased and said "oh, so you aren't going to be there, with me?" My daughter sassed,"Naw, Mom, he's going to sleep in his OWN room.." and snorted at her own joke. Uh huh.. she is so-ooooo my kid. Those two chuckled teased and were ornery together, rooting one another on through the mic and speaker on my phone.. LOL, they're a riot. I had a nice afternoon because of two fantastic people whom I love.

I only know of these things that are MUSTS so far, to bring with me...
bodystocking
camera and replacement batteries
phone and charger
two pairs of panties(just in case I actually need them)
a dress and high heels (bends over to see if it rides up too far and bares my naked ass.. think he'd like that???
shampoo and conditioner. soap toothbrush floss and toothpaste, gargle, too. gotsta be freaky clean... YES, really!
one bra and/or pastie suction cups = my gooey stick on nipple covers.
a pair of sneakers and a few changes of clothes for daywear.
maybe my computer so I can blog and perv nn? riiiiiighhht.

...have touched my life. Recent years have brought me the wonderful gift of friendship and the love of those dear souls. I refer to some men from this place that I truly love and treasure. Some I've met in person and some from other websites. I will be meeting one from a platonic friendshipping site in just about 2 1/2 weeks. He and I are counting it down... smiles, so are a couple friends from work. I've met some few from this place in person. Two are well known in statuses and truly beloved by many of us. There are others who'd offered affairs, and tried to catch my interest, and if I hadn't had this one now to focus on.. someone here would have had me visiting him on Memorial Day weekend. I just couldn't follow through no matter how long and well I've known him. Anyway... I am so grateful for the good men that I've come to know. Men who're strong and compassionate, understanding, nice, good and giving. Men who remind me of my worth. They remind me that I am loved... and, they're truly spectacular examples to me of what a REAL man is like.

Today I was blessed to share with two men I've loved being close to, and intimate with, in person. One, to whom I refer as Tall and Lanky. A more loyal friend in a man, with whom I've worked, slept with and... I've torn a hole or two into... I'm not sure I'd ever had. I love this tall and lean friend of mine, for the loving devotion he shows in his continued support of me. But before I'd gotten to share with him... I'd shared with one of the men I'd have loved to have considered me as his companion. We'd met on a dating site. And our sexual experiences were delightful. But the last time we'd been together I read more of his truths from what he'd said to me than his words had told me. He didn't want me, or any offers of commitment from me. He'd been with someone locally and he'd like her to be the one. Today he'd reached out to me, asking how life is going. I'd asked if we could talk. We didn't... we ended up texting. Mostly because he'd later sent a longer text, informing me that there was someone closer to him that wanted something of a commitment with and from him. Offering to get together, one last time in case the commitment went through.. I knew it was a peace offering, and maybe to simply have one more, for old time's sake. It was an answer of a prayer for me. He was the ONE man I'd dated and slept with who was of absolute worth. So filled with positive and goodness he radiates it from deep within. Infuses me with such joy and positive from his hugs that it's nothing but a joy to be in his arms. Anyway, we'd both shared our sorrows and troubles. Both shared our love of our children. And when my man in Illinois stepped forward, I knew I could never touch this man, or anyone else with my passion unless he and I do not work out. I just can't. Anyway... I was saddened a bit to know I'd been right in recognizing that I'd never have been the one for such a powerfully loving man. But it was a joyous thing for me to be able to step back and say Enjoy it, and I wish you well, to such a dear man. We later passed other texts, and I made sure to thank him for relieving a weight for me. Explaining that I'd wanted to talk with him about no more playing, and of my upcoming trip. He and I passed more texts. and I realized how deeply friendship makes people a part of me... held within my heart and mind. I feel honored, and so blessed to be able to look at a man with whom I'd gained pleasure.. and step back hold out my hands and say.. I'm so glad to call you my friend. I have the rare chances to become friends with men I've been with. And to love that they're happy and with a woman that they want to be with.

I'm still completely terrified that my friend the security man is right. That I'm one of those women who'll be loved as a friend, the woman that held a role in their healing and preparing them for their next wife, or love. I'm terrified that I'll never be wanted and loved as that special someone that some one dear man can't and won't live without. I'm scared that I will not know when I'm loved or how to love back. And I've felt so empty and alone in the realization that that might truly be the only way I will be loved by any man, other than as a sister, aunt, sister-in-law, daughter, etc. I need to stop being so scared of that role. Especially if it's to be the only one I'll ever have of any worth in the life of a man I know I would love to have more with. Anyway, this fine man, who has many qualities that I desire in men.. told me he's there if I need a friend, and after hearing of the trip and how important it is to me, and of my best friend and our talk of the perfection of the relationship we have... told me I have to go, and that he's excited for me. I shared about the texting conversation with Tall and Lanky. I told him of my fear of the role I may have to accept as my only romantic role and the need to love it since I may not have any other. He told me that more people than I realize love me and to just trust that they're there for me. He feels much the same. We've shared about that many times since that horrible ugly night in Evanston, WY. Now that night marks the start of no more lies to hide his truths from me. And, it marks the day I determined to be his friend as long as it was right. It's been well worth it. I'm so overwhelmed by the love of others. These men that I'm blessed to call my friends are good examples. Examples of men who make mistakes and make good choices. Men who learn and grow. Men who learn to recognize their worth. Men who know I love them and their roles in my life.

I'm eager to be with a man I treasure, in just a few days from now. I get to have one dear man take me from home, to work and then to the airport to met with a man he both envies and is happy for. He says he hopes that my A** really appreciates this opportunity to be with me. He also envies me. He'd love that sort of gift, to see the one he wants to be with, more than anything. Anyway, that's another story... Hours later, I'll get to step off the plane.. and some time later, be able to touch a man I've wanted to wrap my arms around, and explore a relationship. I'll get to enjoy our friendship and our attraction and desire. I get to hug his mother and at least one of his sisters. I get to love him for a while in a way that I've never dared to let myself love. Unbridled, unhindered, and fully. I wonder... what if it isn't the full version? I'm not sure I know how to give that much of me. But I'm not going to hold myself back... for, 'Tis better to love and to have lost, than to never have loved at all.

one my guy shared with me as one of his top faves...

I spent time with Tall and Lanky... we talked of our truths and lives. I'd brought him a huge family pack of petite sirloin steaks, since I can't dare cook beef and expect my girl to not react to it when it builds up in her blood and alters her brain chemistry as it does with milk. Scizophrenia and paranoid delusions that run in her father's family are terrible to witness and deal with. Beef and milk products just aren't worth the hell they create in those I've loved. Anyway, I'd packed up a few other things, due to his being short again on his paychecks... I don't want that man to become any more of a skin and bones skeletal version of himself than he already is. I care for that thoughtless manwhore. Some people ask why I'd stay tightly close to someone who's crushed me as he has. And some like my love in Chicago get angry over it. I just can't stop being his sister. We have some commonalities. We both have hig libidos, both have children with Aspergers... and, we've both got someone we want in our lives who's far away from us. Mine started in friendship only. His as cyber sex only. Mine is still so sweet and delightful that it's almost too pure... LOL... except it is so-oooo not innocent. Just respect filled and loving. Anyway, we're here, they're in their home states... He's had opportunities to go see her, and vice versa.. as in she could have gone to him, yet neither followed through. This is the one true opportunity for me to see someone I've wanted. And THIS someone is so worthy of my interest, my caring and my concern as well as my desire. I'd also stopped sex with that gangling friend, after getting to know about her... and honestly it was merely for relief the last time I'd accepted or asked the last time we'd done anything. He's thoughtless and a liar about the meaning of other women when he's texting and talking with all of us. He says the same thing, she's just a friend, there's no connection. I've only been with four women. It boggles my mind. The lies he's told are unacceptable to me. Me, LOL... I've told guys straight up that I can count them on two hands and a couple toes... Including those who couldn't follow through on more than mutual masturbation, my ex, and my . Do those ones count???
After our long afternoon together, my tall friend held me close and whispered how jealous he is of this chance I've got, and also said he's extremely happy for me, and for the hope it's given him that it might be worth trying again with her saying he needs closure. Thing is... neither one of them has dedicated themselves to the other, and to fidelity to that person. My man and I have. I just can't take the thought of being with anyone else any longer. I want to be with him. I want to be his. They play with others, sleep with others and date others. He's been with multiple partners since we'd first slept with one another nearly a year ago... Tall and Lanky, I mean... and still dates and sleeps with new partners. I can't comprehend that choice, personally. I ALMOST can... But if I choose to do that I'm no better than him. Dishonest with self, dishonest with others. A liar.
I'm looking forward to flying into Chicago. And to realizing a dream I'd thought I might never have come true. Not after the car dying and all that's transpired with it and buying this current one. I'm so thankful for friendship. So overwhelmed with the love of those I adore here... And so amazed at all that my sweetheart finally realizes is true in me. That I really DO WANT to be with him. I love him for who he is. I don't mind that he's struggling and not capable of supporting a family, let alone a wife. He knows I feel as he does. He knows I believe in marriage, and commitment. He knows I see real possibilities in our relationship being the ideal one for both of us. He knows I care how he feels. oh, I'm so happy!