Hey, Stalker.

I notice that my stalker is using proxies to go around her block. This is for her.
My Stalker, Lilith

Dear “Lilith”,

The best thing you can do to prevent your own damned feelings from being hurt is

Stay off my blog.

You came here via proxy because I blocked you. My software shows very clearly that the originating IP is from Dundee. Dumbass, stop going around the blocks. And stop worrying about my life. Worry about all those men you have your kids calling “daddy” instead. I can give you the number to a good counselor1, so you can get over me. You spend way too much time staring at my face.

Have a great day and fuck all the way off.

Love,
The Woman you can’t get enough of. šŸ˜˜

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I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.

  1. She said she wouldn’t see you, but she can refer you to the appropriate person for your particular disorder. []

I Love Roller Coasters

Firstly, I want to say hello to my stalkers. I hope they had a nice weekend and didn’t worry about my sex life too much1

Moving on.

I made it to Cedar Point on Saturday. It was supposed to be a date, but he changed all the rules. So, it ended up just being a group of us hanging out at an amusement park.

Which ended up suiting me just fine, btw.

I hung out with dude’s brother’s girlfriend and just pretended I was there alone (basically). It really didn’t matter to me. I wanted to ride roller coasters and that’s exactly what I did. Sometimes I even disappeared on my own for a while. I had a blast any way you look at it. My favorite coaster is still The Raptor, but I thoroughly enjoyed Valravn. That one was almost scary. I loved it.

As far as dude? I wasn’t feeling him after about half an hour in the car. He had this bright idea that I’m made of money and that pissed me off. When we were together I paid for everything. He was completely out of his gourd thinking that still applied. No, motherfucker, you’re not my man and I refuse to give you money.

At the end – after I’d been off on my own – he had the audacity to ask me to pay for a hotel room. Um… that did not happen. I said 1) I didn’t have the money2 and 2) I wasn’t feeling him. I wanted to go home. I had better things to do there. And then he got pissed.

On the way home he blasted the cold air AND left the back windows open. When I tried to put some heat on he’d change it back. It was like 60 and I get cold too easily. He was punishing me for not wanting to fuck him. I suffered with some dignity and stopped trying to be warm 30 minutes into a 2 hour ride. But by the end I was livid.

When we got to my car3 this dumbass decides to ask me to hang out for a while. I literally laughed at him.

“I’m going home to get warm. Bye.”

Then I got in my car. I thought we’d have had fun together. We’d gone to Cedar Point every summer while we were together. We had lots of laughs. But he’s gotten old and boring. He complained too much and he was just no fun at all.

It probably had something to do with where my mind is right now4. I expected that at least our friendship would be something. But, as per usual nowadays, the mofo just wanted laid. I just don’t want hookups anymore. And his attitude? Nope. I don’t want to do it if that’s all there is to it. I’ve decided to leave that part of my life in the past where it belongs. There’s nothing there for me anymore.

But I did have a shit ton of fun. Not going to lie. I love roller coasters more than sex. Well, mostly… At any rate I have no problems with the lines because the adrenaline rush is too good. I sit in the front for maximum effect. And I happily scream. If I have the opportunity I’m all for it.

Anyway, since the 3rd I have had some great days. I went to Canton to see their fireworks; then we did the 4th at a lake; the 5th was kind of boring but fun and then the weekend kicked off awesomely. I didn’t like the ride home from the park, but that was just a hiccup. We went back to the lake yesterday5 and had more fun.

Gotta say this summer has been pretty fun so far, stalkers. I hope you’re finding something better to do with yourself now.

I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.

  1. I had a wonderful fee days starting on the 4th. Thanks for watching. []
  2. A hotel in Sandusky in the summer on a Saturday? Get the fuck out. []
  3. I still had 30 more minutes to drive. []
  4. I almost didn’t even go because of what else is going on, but decided the park is too much fun. Totally worth it. []
  5. We have a bunch of lakes around here and whenever we discuss going to one we always say “we went to THE lake. As if whichever one we went to was the only one. Yes, we ask “which one?” []

Funny Games Men Play

Men tend to mark what they consider to be their “territory” in an interesting variety of ways. Maybe it’s a sock thrown in the corner. Or the toilet seat left up just before they leave. A shoe in a room where it shouldn’t be. Riding shotgun and leaving the seat pushed all the way back. I’ve seen it all. There used to be a time when I’d go right behind a man and clean up anything he may have left behind. I don’t always need to be reminded of their presence1. It only happens when I’m single and only by men who think they have some kind of claim to my attention.

Before Lucifer and I moved in together he left behind some doo-dad he welded, a sock and a shirt. That was what I found in my room. When he lived there he went from room to room to make sure to mark his presence. He couldn’t very well piss in a corner of the room – so he left an item of clothing clearly showing a man had been there. I honestly thought it was cute at the time. I wasn’t exclusive with him ever in our relationship, but I also respected his presence in my bed2. He didn’t even try to be slick about it. I could assume that it was his way of making sure he came back, but he was too alpha for that shit. I was his.

Items left willy-nilly are the best stories. Why is that sock in that room? Well, obviously someone was getting comfortable enough to begin to disrobe. Why hasn’t that bed been slept in? Probably because there’s another bed getting the attention. Maybe that spot on the couch isn’t really a spot, but an arranged scene. There are a myriad of ways to look at a room and guess the story of it. Sometimes the obvious isn’t so obvious. Sometimes the obvious is a lie. I walk into a room in which I’ve been a hundred times and can tell when 1 thing has been moved. I see when someone else has been in my space. I don’t miss a beat. Men who are normally oblivious are surprisingly adept at being able to tell when another man has been in his spot.

Now that I’m officially very single, there are a number of folks who believe they can lay claim to my time and space regardless of what I want. Even when they don’t actually come into the house, they make an attempt to leave their mark. I can see what’s happening. I can see all the available evidence. And I laugh. Because in the end none of them win. None of them really matter past this summer. I’m not even sure they matter for the summer.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter who comes through trying to mark their territory. It doesn’t matter where they leave their things or lay their heads. There are liars amongst these gentlemen and I’m no keeper of secrets. Not anymore. Be cautious with me now, because I have no loyalties to any of them. Friend or foe, I don’t care. It’s becoming a game for me. Who wants who to see they’ve been in my sphere? Who thinks I’m truly theirs? Who believes me to be the same person I was 6 months ago? I’ve lost interest in almost all of them, but do they know it? None of them are interesting enough to actually have the juice to mark me. These men who have no interest in me outside of their own egos and I know that. As such I don’t care about them.

Anyway, my future ex-boyfriend is still in Georgia. I’m saving the good stuff for him.

I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.

  1. And neither does the person that might find these little tidbits. []
  2. Until it was no longer there. Then all bets were off. []