Eighteen random facts for the new year. Let’s get to know each other! I can't wait to read yours!

1. Do you make your bed everyday? Nope, not even if company is coming.

2. What's your favorite number? 12

3. What is your dream job? Professional drag racer.

4. If you could, would you go back to school? Yes

5. Can you parallel park? Yup

6. Name a job you had which people would be shocked to know you had. VHS tape collector for a video store in the late 80s... $7.50 per returned tape!

7. Do you think aliens are real? Undecided

8. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes

9. What is your guilty pleasure? NN. Nachos . Not at the same time.

10. What's your dream car? 1940 Willys hot rod

11. Do you talk to yourself? Only to yell at me

12. Do you like doing puzzles? Naw

13. Favorite music? Country and rock

14. Coffee or tea? Tea, preferably iced

15. Do you hit the snooze button? Nope.

16. Love or money? Love for sure

17. Pets? I pets myself

18. First thing you remember you wanted to be growing up? A baseball player

Play along ... copy and paste this onto your wall, change my answers to yours, and let your friends learn a little about you.

Were you ever positive someone was for you? I can't get her out of my head. I'm mad that she bailed with no... communication, of what was going on in her mind, that I was in limbo, wondering - and still wondering - if I was a diversion, a test of some sort for her, boredom, if she ever liked me. I feel all that, along with missing my friend. Maybe the difference in age is too much. Not calling her immature, but she has much more going on in her life, single mom, work, keeping up her house, dealing with an ex. I'm single, no kids, no ex, do whatever I want. I hurt, I want my friend, I wish the work thing wasn't an issue. I don't know if I could date her now, not without working through some issues like her lack of communication. I'm just rambling trying to get this all out of my head and sort it. I haven't stopped anything in my life, doing all my normal things, and dating and trying to date more.

So we haven't talked much in the last few weeks, and it hurts. I miss my friend. I'm sure part of me held out some hope for us to date again, but really, I miss my friend. We talked every day for so long, about everything and nothing. We had a little team break, and she said to my coworker that she had gone to a trivia night at a local brewery, and while she didn't say it, I'm sure it was a date. That's fine, I'm dating too. Maybe that's the way it's got to be, a natural progression. I have some anger, thinking I am mature enough to be happy for her, whatever and whoever makes her happy, and it hurts that she has stopped talking to me or doesn't know how to talk to me.

Dr. Jack Hodgins: I'm a better man than this...
[Groans]
Dr. Jack Hodgins: I want to be happy for them, you know. I really do.
Dr. Lance Sweets: Well, it's easier for us to accept loneliness, as long as the person we were once with is also alone.
Dr. Lance Sweets: Do you want Angela back?... I don't think you're jealous. I think that you're grieving what you've lost.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Grieving? As in grief?
Dr. Lance Sweets: Yes.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: The only thing that cures grief is time. Unless you're recommending a lot of alcohol.
Dr. Lance Sweets: I can't really recommend alcohol.
Dr. Jack Hodgins: Man, it'd be great if you could though. Right?
[Hodgins laughs]

You want to know where we go from here.
So many roads, but none that seem clear.
Is what we have enough to last a whole life through?
Who knows? Baby, who knows?
So you're asking me 'what do we do'?
'Cause time moves so fast, and the chances seem so few.
Is it too much to think that we could have it all?
Who knows? We may never know.
But if I were you I'd promise to live life for all it's worth.
Take all that you've been given and leave your mark upon this earth.
Trust your heart to show you everything you'll ever need.
And if I were you, I'd fall in love with me.
So hold me close, I'll kiss away your fears.
I won't promise the moon, but I promise to be here.
And what if together it gets better everyday?
Who knows? We may never know...
But if I were you I'd promise to live life for all its worth.
Take all that you've been given and leave your mark upon this earth.
Trust your heart to show you everything you'll ever need.
And if I were you, I'd fall in love with me.
If I were you, I'd fall in love with me.

Outside FBI Headquarters - Night. On the wall, there is the following quote: "Nothing happens unless first a dream.." - Carl Sandburg. Booth and Brennan are walking down the stairs.)
BRENNAN: In his book, Sweets wrote that being abandoned by my parents made me convinced that all meaningful relationships are doomed.
BOOTH: And he wrote that I got "White Knight Syndrome" cause of my physically abusive, alcoholic father.
BRENNAN: Hate psychology. (Booth stops walking.)
BOOTH: I'm the gambler. I believe in giving this a chance. (He moves closer to her) Look, I wanna give this a shot.
BRENNAN: You mean us? (he nods) No. The FBI won't let us work together as a couple-
BOOTH: Don't do that. That is no reason why we can't... (He cuts himself off and kisses her. She kisses him back and then places her hands on his chest and pushes him away.)
BRENNAN: No. No.
BOOTH: Why? Why?
BRENNAN: You-you thought you were protecting me, but you're the one who needs protecting.
BOOTH: Protecting from what?
BRENNAN: From me! I - (she starts to break down) I don't have your kind of open heart.
BOOTH: Just give it a chance..that's all I'm asking..
BRENNAN: No, you said it yourself; the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome.
BOOTH: Well, then let's go for a different outcome here, alright? Let's just - hear me out, alright? You know when you talk to older couples who, you know, have been in love for 30 or 40 or 50 years, alright, it's always the guy who says "I knew." I knew. Right from the beginning.
BRENNAN: Your evidence is anecdotal.
BOOTH: I'm that guy. Bones, I'm that guy. I know.
BRENNAN: I- I am not a gambler; I'm a scientist. I can't change. I don't know how. I don't know how. (and with that, she breaks Booth's - and her own - heart) Please don't look so sad.
BOOTH: Alright. Okay. (he sighs, and leans back against the wall) You're right. You're right.
BRENNAN: Can we still work together?
BOOTH: (after a slight pause) Yeah.
BRENNAN: Thank you.
BOOTH: But I gotta move on. I gotta find someone who's - who's gonna to love me in 30 years or 40 or 50.
BRENNAN: (softly) I know. (Brennan wipes her eye and starts to walk away. Booth joins her. They bump shoulders and then she links her arm through his, puts his head on her shoulder and they walk off, together. Though they're not together, they'll still hold because they're the center.)

Me: Sigh. At least my stomach is only tied in a few million knots now, instead of eleventy billion.

You knew I was in the garage, and planning on working all day, with the country station on the radio. You were going shopping with friends, so I wasn't expecting you when you showed up at the garage. I was pleasantly surprised to see you, especially since you brought me lunch. I also noticed you were dressed very nicely to go shopping, with heels, and a nice casual dress. When we kissed, I could smell your perfume, and I love how it lingers and stays on my clothes. "You know what that perfume does to me, Sarah." You batted your eyes at me, trying to look innocent. "Who, me? I just came out of the shower, that's all." "Uh huh... are you even wearing panties?" I ask as I try to reach for the hem of your skirt. You slap my hand away... "Chuck, your hands are filthy. You'll stain my dress." I say ok, go back to kissing you. You push me away, and tell me to clean my hands so I can eat. My back is to you as I squirt the GoJo on them, and say, "Does that noise remind you of anything, Sarah?" "Shoot, Chuck, you're in a mood, aren't you?" I turn around, smiling at you, and say, "Baby, you bring it out of me. You show up here looking so sexy, smelling sweet, bringing me food... you're the best." The trunk is open on the hot rod, and you're leaning against the back of the car. The trouble light from under the car backlights you, and I can see your legs silhouetted through the dress. "You have no idea what's happening in my coveralls right now." You giggle a little, and say "Show me, and maybe lunch can start with dessert." I unbutton my coveralls, and strip them down off of my shoulders. "You mean a little show like this, Sarah?" "Mmmmm hhmmm.... got a tool in there do you?" I watch as your hands slide over your body, smoothing the dress to you. I drop my coveralls down, and the bulge in my gym shorts is showing. "Gonna do something to make me show my hard tool, Sarah?" Your hands grip your breasts and squeeze. I pull up my tshirt and pull my waistband down to expose my dick. I wrap my fist around it, slowly stroking it as I watch you knead your breasts. I step over to you, dropping my head to your cleavage, inhaling your scent, kissing your skin. "Chuck, if you get this dress dirty, I'll kill you!" "We can do this baby.... I'll be careful." You pull one shoulder down, and pull your tit out of the cup. I suck your nipple immediately, and hard. You push my head away. "Here's the answer to your question, Chuck." You shimmy the hem of your skirt up, and there are no panties. "Ooohhhh Sarah, you're right, we can start with dessert." I drop to my knees, and you throw a leg over my shoulder. I press my tongue right onto your lips, swirling it over them. I reach around your thighs to the outside, grabbing on to the rail of the open trunk, using it to hold on, and put pressure on your pussy as I lick. You know my fingers are too dirty to touch you, so you slide a hand under my face and spread your lips for me. You feel my wet tongue on your fingers as I lap you up, feeling your pussy get wetter as I eat you out. I'm lapping at your wet slit, so hungry, nibbling your clit, sucking it. I feel your hands in my hair, pushing my face into you. Your fingers are rubbing your clit as I push my tongue around your wet hole. I feel your body shudder as your orgasm surprises you, as you moan softly, "Mmmmm yesssssssss Chuck, lick my pussy yessssssssss!!!' I stand up, my cock rock hard at attention. I watch you slide a hand down your body, rubbing your pussy, then reaching for my cock. You work your juice into my shaft, stroking me. "So, now are you going to fuck me without getting my dress dirty?" "Turn around sweetie...keep that dress hiked up... bend over... yes, that's it, head into the trunk." You feel my dick bump into the back of your thighs as I position myself behind you. Your fingers guide my head to your lips, and I slowly push into you, letting each inch slide between your fingers until I was all the way in. I started rocking in and out of you, grabbing the sides of the trunk, as you grab the bars of the roll cage in the trunk. I watch your body move under me as I thrust into you, feeling my cock swell and throb, while your pussy squeezes on me. I grip the car hard, moaning "Oh yes Sarah baby you feel so good." I can't stand anymore, and grab your ass, fucking you for all I'm worth. Seeing the smudges my hands leave on your skin sends me over the edge. "Sarah, I'm going to cum baby!!" You push back against me as I pound in to you. "Yessssss Chuck, fuck me!!!" I shove my dick all the way in and stop, cum pumping deep into, your pussy spasming on my cock, milking each load from my balls. I slide out of you, cock shiny with our combined juices, and collapse back into a chair, coveralls and shorts at my ankles. You come over to me, putting a hand on my face. "I'm glad you chose dessert first."

so hot out but I'm horny.... imagining you and I were both in the mood, but neither wanted to be on top or any other position because it was so hot. I still liked watching you, in your cut off Levi's and white tank top. That got me giving you that little smile and you knew what was on my mind... especially as the bulge in my shorts grew. I traced the outline of my cock, teasing myself and you. "Aren't you going to unbutton your shorts, Chuck?" "Are you going to give me some inspiration to do so, Robin?" "Like what?" you ask, as your hands slide over your body, mashing your breasts together. One hand slides underneath your shorts. "Ooooo Robin, yes baby!" I unbutton my shorts, and let the zipper down. My bulging cock presses forward, still contained by my boxers. I watch as you slip your tank top over your head, your white lacy bra filled with your sweet tits. I watch you reach around and unhook it, as I let my cockhead pop out from under my waistband. We both stand up and let our shorts fall to the floor, looking at each other in our underwear, both of us with a hand down them. We both strip out of our underwear, both stark naked now. I'm stroking my cock, watching you play with your pussy. We sit next to each other on the couch, just barely touching each other, watching each other masturbate. When you slip a finger in between your lips, my shaft throbs hard in my fist, dick head swelling huge. "Chuck... would you do something special for me?" "If you'll do something for me too sweetie." "Well, this is special..." You take your vibrator out... "I want to watch you, and you watch me." My throbbing indicates my approval. I watch you enjoy the little show, my hand running all over my length, cupping my balls. which turns you on... I love to see you enjoy yourself, sucking and slurping on your vibe, as your rub your clit. "Mmmmm Chuck. What can I do for you?" "Face me on the couch Robin." We each take one side of the couch, backs on the arms, legs spread. I grip my dick hard... "Robin, take that lotion bottle and pour as much as you want on my dick." You lean forward with the bottle, pouring it over my head. I lean back, as you do, and just let it ooze down my shaft, over my fingers. "Ooooo Chuck, that looks hot!" You spread your pussy lips, sliding the vibe in between them, slowing moving it in and out as I rub the lotion all over my shaft and head. We watch each other, keeping time with each other's strokes. You grab a breast with one hand, working the vibe with the other, and I grip my cock hard at the base, letting you see how shiny and hard I am. We pick up our pace, different kind of wet cock and wet pussy noises filling the living room. You can see my balls are full and wanting to cum, turning you on more, working the vibe like I would normally work my cock inside your wet pussy. "Mmmm Robin you look so hot yessss baby fuck that pussy." "Jack that cock for me Chuck... I want to see you shoot that cum all over yourself." "Yeah baby? Hmmmm you want to see me cum?" "Yes Chuck stroke that dick!" "Oh baby mmmmm oh oh OHHHH YES!!!" I moan as I fuck my fist, letting my orgasn flood, shooting load after load, spurting over my chest, belly, thick load running over my fingers. "Fuck yes Chuck mmmmmmm MMMMMMMM YES!!!!" as you cum, holding the vibe at that angle so special to you, cumming for me as my cum drips down my body. That's one way to cum on a hot summer day mmmmm.