And then he was handsome...

It is the weirdest thing to me how people's looks change based on so many things, like the length of time you know them and the shit that comes out of their mouths.


More often than not, I find myself thinking, just shut up, why can't you just sit there and look pretty and let us just breathe your handsomeness. It is so very rare that I look at a guy and think, oh please, yes, talk more, ohh pleasee keep talking.

MMM Food...

Of course, there are a few exceptions to this rule, I love tech talk, food talk and when someone is knowledgeable and passionate about a topic(s).

And I am like, wow, you are getting HOT...

Anyway, the darnedest thing happened the other day. I was talking to a friend of mine, a much younger guy, attractive in an awkward young way. Around me, he tends to be on the shy side and giggles and puts his head down a lot and avoids eye contact. So, we start talking about businesses and all of a sudden, right before my eyes, he morphs into this confident, clear and concise man, full of wonderful, helpful and tangible ideas. Ideas, that he himself used to create his business, his business that is doing quite well.

I did not see this shit coming, but I swear to god, my eyes started to glaze over, I may have panted a little and I became the giggly one...he got so stupid attractive right before my eyes, I was and still kind am in a slight state of shock. How does that shit even happen? It's wild and I kinda love it.

Side Notes

I sometimes find myself fascinated by married people. Sometimes, I will watch them and couples alike and wonder what it is like to feel whatever it is, I imagine they are feeling. I wonder, am I missing something? Do they see something I don't?  Do they really have that said connection or are they just faking it? Do they really like each other that much? How did they get like that? Is what you see what you get? Really? I mean it is just so easy to make yourself appear one way on the outside and then at home, you are an entirely different person.

An interesting little ditty, having to do only partially with the above paragraph, in the last few months, I have been approached by several married men. No, this is not the first time, but this is the most recent time. Two of these men, don't want anything other than to live out some fantasies that their wives won't do.

One of them was showing me pictures of his kids and then asked me if I wanted to go home with him. I was like, huh? Seriously? Because I am getting a kick out of seeing pictures of your spawn, do you think I have any interest in opening my legs for you? Go home and bang your wife, you small dicked little fuck.


I am an open minded bitch and to some degree can kind of understand what may be going through the dudes minds, however, I also think it would be bad karma for me, maybe not for everyone, but for me and really, I don't want someone else's husband.

So, of course I need to know why these guys are doing what they are doing and when I ask them, "why is this ok?"
Their response is, " I do everything my wife wants me to do and she thinks I am  "perfect" and if I am not hurting her, it's ok". Part of me does kind of understand that to some degree, on some level, however if I found out about shit like that, I'd be like what the mother fucking fuck?! And cut a guy and/or a bitch (ok, not really, but it's funny to write).

Another question that pops up is, why the fuck do you think I am the girl who can help you with this? Do I look like I want to fuck someone else's husband? Are they calling me a husband fucker?




But let's take this whole thing a few steps further. If you never ever know that something happened, how can one be affected? I mean I get intuitions about things and I'm usually right and it drives me batty when I am told I am not right, when I clearly am, but the majority of the time, if you do not know something happened, then you can't really be upset, right?!

And a step even further, let's say you can have a secret tryst and keep it to yourself, great, but what if that guilt eventually sets in and starts to eat you alive and then you feel the need to stupidly tell your significant other how sorry you are. I think that act is the single most selfish act ever. You feel bad, so make them feel bad? Fuck that. Hold that shit in and don't let anyone find out ever, you fuck.