Strawberry Magarita Anyone??? part 1
I think I'm losing it. I usually have this rule that I don't drink at home unless I have company visiting. Alcoholism runs in my family, and I'm afraid if I start drinking at home just for the hell of it I'll find myself enjoying it too much. Tonight, however, I'm breaking my own rule. I'm so frickin' lonely - I really need something to make life fun! Okay, so I don't know how much fun I can have drunk by myself, but I'm willing to give it a shot (or two or three), LOL!
I just got home from work. It has been a long day. My job is so incredibly B-O-O-O-R-I-N-G, and that tends to make the days at work even longer. Hubby is away on business for the next 6 weeks, so at the moment I am completely alone at home, except for my critters, but they aren't much for conversation. Sadly, I don't have any friends where I live either. My work schedule is opposite the majority of the population around here, so while I'm working everyone else is enjoying their time off. And when I'm off, everyone is too tired to come out and play because they've been working all day. I've been here a year and a half, and with each passing day I hate this place more and more.
Now, you have to understand that I am not anti-social - not by any means. I am most definitely a "people-person". I love getting together with friends and hanging out. I especially love to party! It's my way of cutting loose and letting go of stress. When it comes to drinking, I can keep up with the best of them! I also enjoy going to karaoke, dancing and playing pool, and just hanging with my friends and having a good time. I like to have playmates too! I enjoy the pre-party ritual of getting ready and trying to look good so I feel good. I also love to flirt when I'm out. Men, women, it doesn't matter. I'm a flirt - plain and simple. *grins* And it doesn't necessarily have to lead to anything either. Most of the time it is harmless flirting, although if something does happen, that's an added bonus! But most of the fun is in the hunt. I'm a Leo, and we Lionesses LOVE the hunt! Unfortunately, the hunting grounds where I live are sparse to say the least. People around here are just too "goody-two-shoes" for me - they simply don't have a clue what a good time is all about. *winks and sighs*
I am currently hating my life in a big way, and I really, Really, REALLY miss Texas! Let me tell you about Texas...
Hubby is in the military. He has been in for 18 years, so you can imagine that we have had a few military moves during his career. Not as many as some, but having to uproot yourself at any time is a pain in the butt. Being a military wife isn't an easy job. As a military spouse you are expected to support your better-half by moving whenever you're told, staying behind and taking care of the homestead and all that entails by yourself whenever they go away on assignment, and generally learning to live as a single parent, hopefully prepared to handle anything that comes your way.
The military community is a unique one. When you make friends, there is a special bond, especially if you live on base, because you are all going through the same thing. But friends in the military generally come and go, because everyone tends to move around so much. Needless to say, you never really get a chance to feel like you are part of a community for very long because it always seems like you are moving and having to start over.
Well, one of Hubby's duty assignments led us to living in Texas for 5 years. When we got there we lived off-base, which is unusual for us, so we didn't have the normal camaraderie or restrictions usually associated with living on-base. Initially, life felt fairly separated from the way we were used to living. But we were a family, so Hubby was busy working, and I was busy being a stay-at-home-mom taking care of our teenage son and doing all those wifely duties. Eventually we settled in, and became comfortable with living off-base. Then it came time for those damned orders again, and Hubby got reassigned to another duty station. Only this time, our son was getting ready to go into his senior year of high school, and as a parent, I just couldn't see pulling him out of his school and making him start over for one lousy year. So, Son and I stayed behind, while Hubby moved to his next assignment without us.
The plan was that Hubby would go ahead of us, and after Son graduated High School, Son would go off to college, and I would move to be with Hubby. This separation was only going to be for a year. As things go in the military world, Hubby and I have spent a lot of time apart over the years - months and months at a time - so to go one more year didn't seem like it was going to be any big deal. Boy was I wrong.
When Hubby first left, I found the separation hard, like it always is. When you are married, you get used to having that companionship on a daily basis. But Hubby and I made this decision for our son’s sake, so I tried to make the most of it. What I didn't count on was our son reaching the time in his life where he starts spreading his wings. My Son wasn't around much in his senior year. He stayed pretty busy with school and after-school activities, and when he wasn't doing something because of school, he was starting to have a life that didn't include Mom. Needless to say, I didn't see him very often, except for the occasional, "Hi Mom, what's for dinner? Going to my room now."
During this time we were also hurting for money because we were having to pay double living expenses (2 rents, double the utilities, etc...), in addition to forking out cash for Son's senior year, and trying to prepare for his going to college, so I really didn't go out much. Actually, I didn't go out at all. (Kinda like now - how depressing.) I had a few friends, but they really weren't the "let's go out" kind. They were more like the "let's stay home and watch a movie" kind. Anyway, like I said, I didn't go out much.
After a while, I started to feel like I had been abandoned. Hubby was busy working, and Son was busy having a life, and the lack of anyone to talk to was starting to get to me. (Again, kind of like now. *pouts*) Then I got a bright idea! (*ding* insert light bulb here!) Hubby had a buddy that was still there that was looking for a place to live, so I invited him to rent a room from us. Not only would that give us some extra money, but it would be nice to have another adult around to talk to from time to time. So, out went the invitation to the buddy to live with me and Son. He accepted, and moved in. Little did I know, having a roommate was about to lead to a major turning point in my life.
Hey - these margaritas are going down way too smooth, hehe! Cheers!
Okay, so now Son and I have a Roomy. Things actually seemed to go pretty good. I got used to having a roommate pretty easily. (I later decided that living with Roomy was no different than living with Hubby - the only difference was Roomy and I didn't have sex. But that's a story I'll save for later.) Roomy and I both valued our privacy, so when we needed to be alone we'd go to our rooms and shut the door. We pretty much knew that if the door was shut, the other person didn't want to be bothered. I gave Roomy free run of the house. I wanted him to feel like it was home for him, as much as it was for us. We got along really great, so when we felt like having company, we'd hang out in the living room together watching movies, or we would sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee or some other beverage of choice and we would talk.
Initially, Roomy and I knew each other from being party buds - he worked with Hubby, and they used to go out after work on Fridays with other guys from work to drink away the stress of the week. Finally they decided to get together with the spouses included one night, and that started a regular event about once a month. That's when I met Roomy.
Okay, before you get any bright ideas, Roomy and I have never had sex. There was actually a time, one night when we were all out, that I actually hit on Roomy (before he was our Roomy), but he turned me down. He couldn't grasp screwing the wife of a friend, even when the friend (my Hubby) knew about it. That's another story for another day. But I just needed to say for the record, Roomy and I have never had sex.
Backtracking about nine months or so before Hubby moved away...Once a month we all got together at our favorite watering hole to let loose and have a good time. The group of us basically consisted of myself and Hubby, Roomy (who was going through a divorce), JJ (actually a husband and wife), Sexy Man (whom I will fill you in on later), GQ Guy, and various other peeps who would stop by from time to time. We all got along great! Then came time for Hubby to move, and when he left, my time out on the town pretty much stopped because I felt awkward going out alone. That lasted for about 4 months.
Well, when Roomy moved in after Hubby left, we both went out one night together, and he started introducing me to some of the local peeps he knew. There were also those nights that he got me to go out with the usual crowd too, and I enjoyed hanging out with them, so of course, I'd tag along. I guess you could say Roomy and I became "party companions" as well as roommates.
One night Roomy and I went to the Watering Hole, and we spent about two or so hours there, when he and another buddy of his (by this time the buddy was also a friend of mine) asked if I wanted to go to another bar with them. I was all for it. The only catch was that they were on motorcycles, and I wasn't doin' the ol' drinkin' and drivin' thing, so I hopped on the back of Buddy's bike, and off we went down the road to a pool hall. It was a fun night, with interesting conversation, talking about the different ways to get women to orgasm. Not sure how that one got started, but anyway...
Finally it came time to go home, because the bar was closing. Well, since Roomy and I live together, it only made sense to hop on Roomy's bike and catch a ride home, so that's what I did. What happens next is the first major event in a series of life changing events for me...
Stay tuned for the next post! ;)
I just got home from work. It has been a long day. My job is so incredibly B-O-O-O-R-I-N-G, and that tends to make the days at work even longer. Hubby is away on business for the next 6 weeks, so at the moment I am completely alone at home, except for my critters, but they aren't much for conversation. Sadly, I don't have any friends where I live either. My work schedule is opposite the majority of the population around here, so while I'm working everyone else is enjoying their time off. And when I'm off, everyone is too tired to come out and play because they've been working all day. I've been here a year and a half, and with each passing day I hate this place more and more.
Now, you have to understand that I am not anti-social - not by any means. I am most definitely a "people-person". I love getting together with friends and hanging out. I especially love to party! It's my way of cutting loose and letting go of stress. When it comes to drinking, I can keep up with the best of them! I also enjoy going to karaoke, dancing and playing pool, and just hanging with my friends and having a good time. I like to have playmates too! I enjoy the pre-party ritual of getting ready and trying to look good so I feel good. I also love to flirt when I'm out. Men, women, it doesn't matter. I'm a flirt - plain and simple. *grins* And it doesn't necessarily have to lead to anything either. Most of the time it is harmless flirting, although if something does happen, that's an added bonus! But most of the fun is in the hunt. I'm a Leo, and we Lionesses LOVE the hunt! Unfortunately, the hunting grounds where I live are sparse to say the least. People around here are just too "goody-two-shoes" for me - they simply don't have a clue what a good time is all about. *winks and sighs*
I am currently hating my life in a big way, and I really, Really, REALLY miss Texas! Let me tell you about Texas...
Hubby is in the military. He has been in for 18 years, so you can imagine that we have had a few military moves during his career. Not as many as some, but having to uproot yourself at any time is a pain in the butt. Being a military wife isn't an easy job. As a military spouse you are expected to support your better-half by moving whenever you're told, staying behind and taking care of the homestead and all that entails by yourself whenever they go away on assignment, and generally learning to live as a single parent, hopefully prepared to handle anything that comes your way.
The military community is a unique one. When you make friends, there is a special bond, especially if you live on base, because you are all going through the same thing. But friends in the military generally come and go, because everyone tends to move around so much. Needless to say, you never really get a chance to feel like you are part of a community for very long because it always seems like you are moving and having to start over.
Well, one of Hubby's duty assignments led us to living in Texas for 5 years. When we got there we lived off-base, which is unusual for us, so we didn't have the normal camaraderie or restrictions usually associated with living on-base. Initially, life felt fairly separated from the way we were used to living. But we were a family, so Hubby was busy working, and I was busy being a stay-at-home-mom taking care of our teenage son and doing all those wifely duties. Eventually we settled in, and became comfortable with living off-base. Then it came time for those damned orders again, and Hubby got reassigned to another duty station. Only this time, our son was getting ready to go into his senior year of high school, and as a parent, I just couldn't see pulling him out of his school and making him start over for one lousy year. So, Son and I stayed behind, while Hubby moved to his next assignment without us.
The plan was that Hubby would go ahead of us, and after Son graduated High School, Son would go off to college, and I would move to be with Hubby. This separation was only going to be for a year. As things go in the military world, Hubby and I have spent a lot of time apart over the years - months and months at a time - so to go one more year didn't seem like it was going to be any big deal. Boy was I wrong.
When Hubby first left, I found the separation hard, like it always is. When you are married, you get used to having that companionship on a daily basis. But Hubby and I made this decision for our son’s sake, so I tried to make the most of it. What I didn't count on was our son reaching the time in his life where he starts spreading his wings. My Son wasn't around much in his senior year. He stayed pretty busy with school and after-school activities, and when he wasn't doing something because of school, he was starting to have a life that didn't include Mom. Needless to say, I didn't see him very often, except for the occasional, "Hi Mom, what's for dinner? Going to my room now."
During this time we were also hurting for money because we were having to pay double living expenses (2 rents, double the utilities, etc...), in addition to forking out cash for Son's senior year, and trying to prepare for his going to college, so I really didn't go out much. Actually, I didn't go out at all. (Kinda like now - how depressing.) I had a few friends, but they really weren't the "let's go out" kind. They were more like the "let's stay home and watch a movie" kind. Anyway, like I said, I didn't go out much.
After a while, I started to feel like I had been abandoned. Hubby was busy working, and Son was busy having a life, and the lack of anyone to talk to was starting to get to me. (Again, kind of like now. *pouts*) Then I got a bright idea! (*ding* insert light bulb here!) Hubby had a buddy that was still there that was looking for a place to live, so I invited him to rent a room from us. Not only would that give us some extra money, but it would be nice to have another adult around to talk to from time to time. So, out went the invitation to the buddy to live with me and Son. He accepted, and moved in. Little did I know, having a roommate was about to lead to a major turning point in my life.
Hey - these margaritas are going down way too smooth, hehe! Cheers!
Okay, so now Son and I have a Roomy. Things actually seemed to go pretty good. I got used to having a roommate pretty easily. (I later decided that living with Roomy was no different than living with Hubby - the only difference was Roomy and I didn't have sex. But that's a story I'll save for later.) Roomy and I both valued our privacy, so when we needed to be alone we'd go to our rooms and shut the door. We pretty much knew that if the door was shut, the other person didn't want to be bothered. I gave Roomy free run of the house. I wanted him to feel like it was home for him, as much as it was for us. We got along really great, so when we felt like having company, we'd hang out in the living room together watching movies, or we would sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee or some other beverage of choice and we would talk.
Initially, Roomy and I knew each other from being party buds - he worked with Hubby, and they used to go out after work on Fridays with other guys from work to drink away the stress of the week. Finally they decided to get together with the spouses included one night, and that started a regular event about once a month. That's when I met Roomy.
Okay, before you get any bright ideas, Roomy and I have never had sex. There was actually a time, one night when we were all out, that I actually hit on Roomy (before he was our Roomy), but he turned me down. He couldn't grasp screwing the wife of a friend, even when the friend (my Hubby) knew about it. That's another story for another day. But I just needed to say for the record, Roomy and I have never had sex.
Backtracking about nine months or so before Hubby moved away...Once a month we all got together at our favorite watering hole to let loose and have a good time. The group of us basically consisted of myself and Hubby, Roomy (who was going through a divorce), JJ (actually a husband and wife), Sexy Man (whom I will fill you in on later), GQ Guy, and various other peeps who would stop by from time to time. We all got along great! Then came time for Hubby to move, and when he left, my time out on the town pretty much stopped because I felt awkward going out alone. That lasted for about 4 months.
Well, when Roomy moved in after Hubby left, we both went out one night together, and he started introducing me to some of the local peeps he knew. There were also those nights that he got me to go out with the usual crowd too, and I enjoyed hanging out with them, so of course, I'd tag along. I guess you could say Roomy and I became "party companions" as well as roommates.
One night Roomy and I went to the Watering Hole, and we spent about two or so hours there, when he and another buddy of his (by this time the buddy was also a friend of mine) asked if I wanted to go to another bar with them. I was all for it. The only catch was that they were on motorcycles, and I wasn't doin' the ol' drinkin' and drivin' thing, so I hopped on the back of Buddy's bike, and off we went down the road to a pool hall. It was a fun night, with interesting conversation, talking about the different ways to get women to orgasm. Not sure how that one got started, but anyway...
Finally it came time to go home, because the bar was closing. Well, since Roomy and I live together, it only made sense to hop on Roomy's bike and catch a ride home, so that's what I did. What happens next is the first major event in a series of life changing events for me...
Stay tuned for the next post! ;)
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