I don't want to be Daddy!!

I have always been attracted to older men. I was 19 and I chased the mid 30s guys. I was in my mid 20s and I would gravitate to the mid 40s guys. I am now 33 and painfully must admit that the 19 year olds look at me like I am some kind of mid 30s Daddy. Am I responsible to uphold that expectation? My hubby is 48 and in my humble opinion very attractive. I believe that it's OK to look as long as you don't touch(OK...as long as you don't touch for too long) and I always seem to check out the older guys around me. I expect them to be Daddylicious, masculine, dominate and a symbol of authority. I appreciate gray hair and a little extra around the middle. Wrinkles are a sign of experience and I am cool with that. I don't feel that I am ready to be "That Guy". Curse these twink queens that want me to pay their tuition to gay college. Curse them(even if some of them are kinda cute). I miss 1999!!!!

Mmmmmm

Kristian from Sugarland(and that damn Jennifer Nettles too. I need to learn how to use photoshop and erase her out of this one.

Here is the hottie all by himself!!

I FOUND IT

Inner Peace.

I must have been on my period or something. I am better now.

All we need is just a little.....

PATIENCE!!!!

I am normally so positive, laid back, and pretty well easy going so why do I feel like I am about to snap at the next person that makes a stupid comment? I seriously am very grumpy and I can't quite seem to snap out of it. Arrrg!

Do you like to jump rope

How about if you are doing it with Tommy Rowland?

Compliments of TottyWorld!

Cheers

The T.V. show... not the "toast". There is something to be said about going somewhere and knowing that "everybody knows your name". Before my best friends(you know the ones. The dirty hookers that packed up and moved to Chicago on the hopes that they would become Oprah "regulars" and get free shit on her shiteous "Favorite Things" episodes) left Dallas we had our own little version of Cheers. We would play darts and have cocktails. We would sing karaoke and have cocktails. David would have sex in the bathrooms and we would have cocktails. Through it all we became regulars and always had our favorite table waiting for us and never waited for a drink even during the busiest times. Tonight the hubby and I had dinner at one of our Favs's and it was nice to get a hug from the Mgr. and for all of the wait staff to greet us in their own little way(Hide the Gin!! The martini queens are back). Sometimes it seems fun to go out and chase the latest and the greatest but I never take for granted the familiar comfort of the tried and true.

Oh Lawd NO!!

So after a nice dinner my hubby and I stopped at our local Gay Piano bar for a cocktail. The crowd was boy.girl.boy.girl.boy. WHAT?? Our little gay bar has gone straight. The girl at the end of the bar was painfully skinny with small little Olsen Twin twin teeth. She had Supercut bangs and flea market silver metallic flip flops. She thought that she was the cats meow. After being ignored by her Straight suitor she turned to her trusty companion. Her cell phone that turned into a full size computer keyboard. While our Fab little straight girl was texting her best girlfriends a very fun song started playing. Snap- Rythym is a dancer. "You can feel it everywhere!!. After hearing this Fab retro song Ms. Redneck Texas puts her HUGE phone in her mouth and pumps her fists in the air. Left. Right. Left, Right-- Rythym is a Dancer. You go girl. She was tapping her foot so hard on her barstool that her silver metallic flip flop almost fell off her crusty foot. OH LAWD!!!