Before GH:
QSW was considered a "vivacious vixen" or "sexy kitten" as some have called her.
Most of QSW's friends looked at her as some kind of sexual temptress.

After GH:
QSW is one half of one of those "cute couples" that everyone would truely like to stab if they got the chance. Most guys won't say anything because guys are good to their other guy friends.

Before QSW:
GH was considered some sort of Cary Grant figure. Most girls liked him so much that they were scared to admit it. Therefore making GH think that most girls didn't like him.

After QSW:
GH now realizes what lenghts girls will go to, to break up a "cute couple" if they want the male half of it. He also knows that a lot of those type of girls are also evil backstabbing whores who will open their legs if it means getting a guy that will treat them well.

Lessons have been learned on both sides.

I was making a chocolate cheesecake for our apartment.
The last thing to do was to drizzle chocolate in a crosshatch pattern over the top.
As I did so, GH was standing there in hopes that I would not use all of the chocolate over the top (so he could have it).
We were talking and laughing and I wasn't paying any attention to what I was doing.
I looked down and I had chocolate all over one hand.
Laughing I held up my fingers and asked for a paper towel.

Instead, in one swift motion, GH took my index finger put it in his mouth and took all the chocolate off with his tongue.

Now, I had done this move without chocolate before. With guys, it immediate reminds them of their cock and things that can happen to it.
I, myself, had never had it happen to me.
It was a very good first for me.

Looking at him, I didn't even have to say out loud what I wanted to happen, he just grabbed the rest of the chocolate and my hand and we quickly walked/ran/don't remember back to his room.





The End. ;)

GH told me today that I look like this girl only with reddish-brown hair:

which is a character from a game called Metroid.

I've never been compared to a video game character before. It was interesting. And I'm going to tease him for ever about it. ;)

This picture makes Indy right....

Matt and being a friend?

Randomly I ran into Matt in a parking garage on my way to see GH.

We said we were going to be friends, so I said hello, stopped, and chatted with him a bit.
He asked me about my eye (which was still red at the time) and I told him the story. I told him how the doctor gave me 16 vicodin pills to help with an eye. Impressed and shocked (he's a biomedical engineer so he thought that was a little over kill)he asked if he could have a couple.
He had cronic back pain when we dated and sometimes he couldn't sleep at night because of it. Feeling bad for him, I gave him 3.
Whether I should have done this or not, I still haven't decided. Part of me thinks it was fine, the other half feels like I could be arrested tomorrow. Whatever, I guess I made the decision and now I'll live with it.

While we were chatting (it was only 5 - 10 minutes) I told him this weekend I was going out as a Playboy bunny with my brother's ex girlfriend. He laughed said some funny comment about how he was going to be at the Where Else? Bar (the only bar I'd never be at), so he knew I wouldn't show up.
When we parted ways, he said something about having to run to Wal-mart to find a new costume because he was going to Hugh Hefner but now he was going to have to find a new costume.
I walked away finding that weird, but I wasn't really caring because I was worried that GH would be wondering where I was.
I found GH and told him what happened. He found it mildly odd, but for the most part he didn't care.

That was before the text messages.

I had told Matt that I was worried about drinking Friday and Saturday because I would be taking Vicodins in the morning and I was worried if that would affect my liver.
At midnight on Friday night I got a text message that said, "Still alive?"
Me: You were right, that combo got me drunk very quickly
Him: Be careful
Me: Going home.
Him: Wait, I came out just to see your costume

I didn't respond.

The next night, at 3 am.
Him: Are you guys coming out tonight?
Him: I just got out of a party with CJ, it was horrible (CJ was a friend of mine back in the day).
I was asleep next to GH and I didn't receive the message until the next morning at 10.
Me: Um... I was out, sorry I didn't call.
Him: (around 11)Yea, thanks alot. The party sucked too.
Me:Aw, poor thing.
Him: Tease

I didn't really know what to say or do after that so I just left it.
I.D. would call this, either A.) Ex is suffering and wants to be masochistic or B.) He wants to regain my trust and re-enter my life.

When we broke up I let Matt believe he was doing most of the break up, in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he felt he did all of it.
So I guess he's being masochistic.

Pain in the eye.

Well, I thought I had pink eye.
Turns out I didn't.
Turns out I'm a medical mystery.
Two nights ago, I woke up and the pain in my left eye was so bad that I actually made a noise, waking GH up.
He took one look at my pulled open eye and took me to the ER.
There I was given some kind of magic drops that made my eye feel so much better that I passed out.
Once the doctor pointed a series of bright lights in my eye and checked the pressure which involved a series of painful drops in my eyes...
...he had no idea what was wrong.

Stumped, he handed me two pain pills and two prescriptions and told me to call a doctor in the morning (or later morning because it was 5 am). We went to Walgreens on the way home to fill the prescriptions and as I was standing up to get the meds, I almost swayed into the wall of pain medication.

GH looked at me worried.
I stopped, thought for a minute and suddenly said, "Oh god, he gave me Vicodin."
Sure enough, after GH looked down at the pill bottle he confirmed it.

So, for the last two days I've been in a Vicodin haze. I estimate about 19 hours of sleep yesterday between the hours of 5:30 am and this morning at 9 am. My eye feels better, and it seems to have cleared a bit.

Right in time for RHPS and Playboy bunny time.

Its a sad day today.
Another blogger has found life elsewhere.
The Single Girl's Blog is no longer.
When I read this I was very sad, then I started thinking.
Out of the three blogs that have dissolved in the last few months, all three have been females who were "looking for an outlet" and when they found it in the "real world" they ended the blog.
First, we have Midwest from Kiss and Blog. She ended her time there because she had found a man.
Next, I found out that Imeda from Imeda loves shoes left her blog. No real reason was left other than she had moved on.
Finally, The Single girl's blog left because she also had found love.

I berated myself for gettin mad at my sex when I suddenly realized that all the male blogs I read are from single men.

I thought "Apparently you don't have much to talk about after you are in a happy relationship."

That thought was quickly dispelled when I realized I check the blog "My boyfriend is crazy" on a regular basis.
So what is it? Why are so many leaving the blogging world all of a sudden?

I'm spending a lot of my time upgrading mine.

But I wonder... Am I just on a boat that's sinking?

So the EX works at Amazon.com.
I hadn't talked with him for a few weeks, so I e-mailed him and asked him what he was up too.
He told me he was now interviewing people for postitions open and most of the questions he was asking them involved div tags and CSS.

After this e-mail I remembered how I use to ride the bus in High School and hear commericals on the radio talking about Amazon.com and how it had the most books in the world. At the time I was facinated with HTML and how a website was built and I remember thinking how I could never work on a website so large. And now, I was e-mailing someone with an e-mail address that ended in @amazon.com and how It brought "real life" to my doorstep in a weird sort of way.

Ironic I thought, and told him my job was to now turn a very table-based website into a CSS and Div tag machine.
I asked for a book reference, something that would help me out, and he offered up the name Eric Meyer.

I went to B&N last night and bought the book Eric Meyer on CSS.
Very good book so far.
I find myself playing guinea pig with my site and trying to figure out how to change my workplace's site without doing a lot of damage along the way.

We shall see.

The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.
- Lily Tomlin

Recently, I've become pretty good friends with my brother's ex girlfriend. It sounds odd, but I can't help but like her. She hasn't said anything really nasty about my brother (just the normal, we-aren't-seeing-each-other-but-I'm-hurt-and-need-to-vent stuff) so I don't feel like I'm compromising my brother in any way. I've briefly talked to my brother about her and he seems to genuinely care about how she is, so I don't think he's mad that I'm hanging out with her.

What I find hard, is actually watching what he does to her.

Now that I've gotten close to her, I feel sort of protective of her as well as my brother. And seeing my brother act in parties that all three of us are at makes me want to slap him. I know he's over her, but then I know she's still hurting. It's a frustrating situation I've put myself in. And just recently, much to my utter dismay, I found out that he made out with a girl while he was still in a relationship with her. That makes me sick. I've been hurt by unfaithful guys so often, to think my brother is that type of guy, makes me want to beat him senseless.

What's worse, she doesn't know, and I won't tell her.

So so you know,
I'm still learning.

The one side bar will be grey and images will be centered. (those are easy, changing the pictures isn't.)

And the archives won't look so horrible

On the road again...

(forgive me, I've had three white russians before starting this)
I had a bad evening a few nights ago. It started with work, continued with school and ended with female drama (I say "female" because men don't worry and compete over men like women). I decided a night drive, and a nice clove cigarette would ease my day into a pleasant night. GH drove, and I talked or unloaded.

I should back up.

Most girls do not want GH to be taken.
Most girls have bets going about how long GH and I will last as a couple.
So far, we've beaten every one of those bets and it's been 2 and a half months.

Girls can get nasty when men that they like are on the line and I've had to experience the nastyness first hand.

I'm a big girl, I can handle it, but some days when other things go wrong also, I feel hurt and betrayed by it...
...like the other night.

As I was sitting there talking to GH, I realized what a wonderful man I had, not only was he listening to me, but he was putting down those girls (who are pretty and smart), to make me feel better.
Suddenly I felt much better.
My hand slid over to GH's legs and down to the inside of his thigh.
GH actually jumped and asked what I was doing.
Laughing I said, "I think you should have road head for the amount of time you've been listening to me."
Looking completely bewildered, he said, "Road head? You mean girls actually give road head? I thought it was something my guy friends joked about but never got."
It was my turn to look shocked. I reassured him that if he didn't date prissy bitches then he would get road head from his girlfriends more often than never.
I unzipped his pants, and started.
A little while later, GH was driving with his mouth open and I had a proud look about me.

After getting his voice back, all GH could say was, "My friends were right, road head is fucking awesome."

I'm teaching myself CSS and Div tags.... So Quietly Sipping Wine is getting a face lift, whether it wants it or not.
Sorry if it's not showing up in your browser, and if it isn't, please be kind and tell me... :)
Thanks
QSW

Jealous Behavior

Envy.
Jealousy.
Covet.

All of those things seem bad. To me, they are bad only MOST of the time.

Last night, GH and I were discussing Halloween costumes when I decided I would be a Playboy Bunny. He, of course, would be Hugh but he mentioned how the night was going to be a long one.
I asked why and he told me that he would be fighting the urge to cover me up all evening. Interested, I asked if he would rather me pick a different outfit. He responded with a big N-O.

What a twisted world that must be...

Part of GH wants to show me off, and the other half wants to keep me from exposing myself. Do guys sit around and talk about other guys girlfriends? About how they'd look naked or how lucky the guy must be? Do they see a half exposed girl and immediately try to take her away from the guy she's with?

Then I looked at myself and thought of the times I've been jealous. Usually, I get jealous when a girl sees GH cook, or bring me coffee, or if they spent a lot of time with him and I didn't get too. But if he walked out half exposed, I wouldn't be jealous of who saw him. Does that make guys angry? Do they want their girls to wish for them to cover up? If he did walk out half exposed, I might try to sneak off with him at some point to play naughty, but I wouldn't care if other girls saw his chest or legs or whatever (ok maybe the meat and potatos part, that i might be jealous of, but who wouldn't, thats why you hate the person's ex-whatevers)

I don't know about a guy's point of view, but when girls get together to discuss boyfriends and whatnot, usually looks and nakedness are either a brief first thing, or a last brief thing to talk about. And definitely not the most important. In fact, girls tastes in men vary so much (at least from my experience) that most girls don't think the same men are good looking. They instead talk about WHAT a guy did for them sexually or not sexually.

It's a mystery on what guys talk about, but I have a good feeling most of it involves ass and titties in some way.

Sigh.

You know what I did today.

I read your blogs.

It was wonderful.

I even had time to comment on some.

Two things I realized:

One, Wanderlusting, i'm sorry I had your link wrong on my page.

Two, Pop ups suck, especially when you have several windows open and they crash all of them.... which is what I experienced at Confessions of a Cyber Queen.

Oh Well.

It was a great day to have some free time to sip coffee and read about the people who blog.

I've been first on vacation, and then super busy. I'm planning a blog post soon though (i've tried twice but had too awful a wireless connection).

One thing I have done in the last week was buy Madeleine Peyroux's new CD. I love this singer. Favorite on the album is the song "I'm all right."


"I'm All Right"
By: Madeleine Peyroux

He made me laugh
He made me cry
He smoked his stoogies in bed
But I'm all right
I'm all right
I've been lonely before
I asked the boy for a few kind words
He gave me a novel instead
But I'm all right
I'm all right
I've been lonely before
It's fine, it's OK
It was wrong either way
I just wanted to say
There isn't much fun when you're drinking wine
He got drunk, he fell down
He threw a few of my things around
But I'm all right
I'm all right
I've been lonely before

I'd like to believe healthy cigarettes
But I have to conceive that wherever you are
You're still driving my car
Sticks and stones break my bones
But tears don't leave any scars
So I'm all alright
I'm all alright
I've been lonely before

I wrote the last blog post.
Closed my laptop.
Called MW and asked if she wanted to do dinner with me.
She said yes, but only if it was Mexican.
I told her I would meet her in 10 minutes at the new Mexican restaurant.
I get there, hug her, tell her about Matt.
She laughed and told me I handled it well.
We started chatting idly about MM, ID, and school.
5 minutes later we were at a table eating when Matt walked in.
He didn't see us.
MW just stared at me and mouthed, "What are the chances?"
"High today apparently" I said.

I picked up a quarter and flung it at him.
It hit him in the shoulder and bounced off under and empty table.

He slowly turned around gave me a strange look and said, "What are you stalking me?"
I laughed and told him that I had been first both times and that he must be stalking me.
MW and I went back to eating and we left before he got out of line (there was a very long line when he got there).

I finally made it home and collapsed into GH's arms, told him what had happened to me all day. As I told him the story, he opened a bottle of Pinot Noir, poured me a glass and handed it to me.

I told him I loved him at the point.
He just grinned and said "I know."

Today I went to the library to check out a book.
On my way back I decided to stop at the coffee shop I use to work at.
I didn't want to run into Matt though...
Matt equals SO.
My readers are right, I don't want to call him SO anymore.
...I quickly looked up and down each street that the coffee shop was cornered on, and I glanced briefly at the stairs that lead to his apartment floor.
No where in sight.
Since buying a coffee takes less than 5 minutes, I decided it was safe.

I was wrong.

In the 4 minutes it took to buy and get the coffee, he showed up.
I stood at the counter, waiting on my coffee, I knew he was behind me, but I hadn't turned around yet because I had NO idea on what to say.
When the bile started to build and I started having horrible thoughts of this turning into a bad situation, I felt my bookbag move up, and then down... as in someone kicking it lightly with his foot.

I turned around and smiled and said, "Hi how are you?"
He returned the question and I returned the answer he gave.
I turned back around to collect the money when a penny dropped out of my hand to the floor.
Before I dated him, he use to come down to that same coffee shop and throw pennies at the girls behind the counter as a flirty way of communicating his regard.
Looking down at the penny I said, "That's for later, when you run out of pennies and you need some to throw at people," I said with a smile.
I walked over to the counter to put cream and sugar in my coffee.
A penny came whizzing at my leg.
I looked up smiling, and said, "Wow, I didn't know it would be so immediate."
He just shrugged his shoulders smiling also.
I walked out the door saying, "Have fun Matt."
He said, "You too."

At least know I don't fear that situation anymore.

Yesterday I hit a milestone in my life.
I went into business for myself.
For making a simple logo and business card in my spare time, I was paid 500 dollars on the spot when it was completed. My freelance employer then asked me to do a website for him.

Thus, Rockstar Designs was born.

Natalie

Red Hot Mama has a friend named Natalie.
Natalie is one of those people that you meet that you don't forget very easily. When she walks into a room she commands it... without really trying.

The first time I met her I was in a bar with RHM and another girl named Stacey, Stacey didn't say much and I was beginning to get restless with just RHM and myself doing all the talking (RHM looked like she was in the same place).

In walked Natalie, she had grey tweed slacks on, and a simple black shirt and simple black heels, but every head turned as she walked up to our table. She sat down, flung her long hair over her shoulder and said, "Sorry, traffic was a motherfucker."

From then on she had our attention

I chatted wildly with her about past relationships, stupid boys who ruined them, and life in general. She actually dates more older men then men her age, something I was scared I was falling into (I've dated someone who is 10 years my senior, 9 years, 7 years and 6 years) and we chatted about the pros and cons of that for a good while. After awhile it was just her and I talking over too many sex-on-the-beaches. RHM and Stacey became quite, probably because of too many whiskey sours and vodka tonics (respectfully). Soon it was time to go. And on a parting note we exchanged phone numbers so we could hang out again.
We never really called each other again, and RHM is sure to hang out with either Natalie or me, but never together. But still, I think about what it would be like to have a friend like. RHM says that she and I are so much alike that we'd grow tired of each other and get in fights. Maybe one day she'll be right. But for sure, I definitely have a woman-crush on Natalie.