French Boys & Sleep Deprivation

Yesterday http://secretsongs.typepad.com/secret_songs_of_silence/ posted a link to some behind the scenes photographs of the French Rugby Calendar. Those pictures are très chaud and turned me on something fierce. You see, pictures like that, ones where the person is not posing are much more of a turn on for me then the standard porn pictures. They really made me want to drain the lizard but I had WAY too much filing on my desk. I think my straight male assistant walked in while I was viewing the images on my screen. Thank god for legal size folders..and thank god that I'm the IT Director/Owner so I can get away with it!

TorontoBoi called me to let me know that a group of friends were going to Woody's to have an early night of cocktails to celebrate D's 29th birthday. I really wanted to go as I cannot go out this weekend but my partner and I needed to chat about the mornings gym episode and I really needed some lovin' (see above). After shopping for some last minute supplies for tonight's staff Christmas party at out place, my partner and I have dinner and chat. He realized that his reaction yesterday morning was uncalled for and he apologized. Then we made love.

Now my partner knew that I wanted to go out with my friends yet I had not told him that. He had over-heard my conversation with TorontoBoi when he called me at work yesterday so my partner instinctively knew. Once the play towels were folded up and put in the washing machine, I knew it was time to tell my partner that I really wanted to go out. I had hummed and hawed over the course of the evening debating with my squirrels about going out and how that might seem to my partner after we just played nookums. I brought it up with him and we discussed whether or not I was being disrespectful and how we both felt about it.

By 10:45 I was out the door and on my way to Woody's.

Do you know how much I HATE street cars. They are the blood clots of the city. Always in my way when I'm in a hurry. I wanted to get out to the bar, have a quick dirrrty time and then head home. If it was not for the damn street cars I would have had an extra 20 minutes I swear!

Woody's was not good last night. It was Bugly - short for "but fuck ugly"

I made it home for 1:30 am and was back up this morning at 6:30 am. Desperate for a coffee when I reach the office, I hit StarBucks and totally get taken by some disabled person. I enter and this mentally challenged person come up to me and say in a very mumble voice "Remember me?"

I say "no, sorry. Have we met before?"

"Yup" he says.

At this point I'm having trouble understanding what he is saying because his obvious speech impediment is blurring his words. I think he said we met at the "Y". I've never been to the "Y"

After a few exchanged words with a lot of pleasant nods and smiles from me we end up at the counter together. Next thing I know, he has a coffee and takes off after telling the barista that I'm paying for his drink. Nice. I'm way too fucking tired to deal with it so I pay. He totally abused the disabled system and I'm not happy about it. Next time I see him I'm going to pull out his hearing aid and step on it.

Now, here is a little mpeg movie (DEFINITELY NOT WORK SAFE!!!!) that reminds me how not to give head. It also serves as a great way to induce a Christy Turlington diet like purge.

Now, it's off to lunch with him to discuss the finer points of a real blow job.....