A few months back my husband went out of town on a "boys trip". Being the perfect wife that I am, I thought it might be nice to send him some sexy pictures to remember my bod by whilst he was away. So, on a Monday Morning around 8am, I get nekkid, slather on some moisturizer to make the best out of what Ive got, and proceed to take pics on my blackberry. Now, Ive gotta say, I have mastered the self taken picture on blackberry, and my end result was everything that you would want from a 4 inch by 3 inch picture, lets just say, I was satisfied.
I go to send the picture to Josh, but somehow, someway, in the foggy-headed processing that is me before coffee; my hand slipped, and I sent it to someone else! Not my intended.
Now, before I tell you who I sent it to, let me tell you that it could have been worse. I could have sent this picture to all sorts of people that would have WAY less appropriate than the person I sent it to. I could have sent this picture to family members, or work associates, or random boys that I used to know 4 years ago. Wouldnt that be a nice, "hey, how youve been." haha.
So, instead of sending the picture to my lovely husband, I sent it to my best friends, work associate. A girl that I have met a few times, hung out with a bit, but surely isnt on the level of intimacy neccessary to recieve a naked picture at 8:00 in the morning without being a little shocked and appalled. I immediately sent a retraction, an apology, and a "oh woe is me", trying to take back what I have done.
Now, though this expereience was frightful, embarrassing and humiliating, I learnt an important lesson:
Once you send a picture, you cant take it back, so be choosy about the pictures that you are sending. REAL CHOOSY!!
Aug 28, 2009
Aug 20, 2009
Russian is the New Black
Ok, so here it goes...
I have always fantasized about being (in the biblical sense) with a black guy. I dont know if thats racist, but never the less, its true. Well, I guess it was true until yesterday. Yesterday all that changed.
If, for one day I could have sex with someone other than my lovely husband, I would want to do a Russian. I met one yesterday and he was all I've ever wanted. Let me explain why.
First off, and almost most importantly there's the accent. Now, for you who have never heard a Russian man speak go here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ41-7fVObs <--I mean come on! Who could hear that accent and not automatically have panty soup? So manly, so strong, so foreign.
To me, Russian men have such an air of romance around them. That accent spurs on visions of fur coats, vodka and cold nights with only our bodies to keep us warm. A strong strange voice whispering in my ear, telling me secrets that I can barely understand. Telling me stories of the "old country". sigh.
Secondly, Russian men always look so rugged, so brutish. Something about the way they look at you says, "I've fought men and animals with my bare hands, I fight to the death." I bet there is not a russian man alive that has not gotten into at least one fight. It's probably a prerequisit to be Russian. And I dont think its all in my head either, I mean "google" Russian Men and I'm sure that you will get a list of men with strong jaw bones, prominent noses and scarred faces. Faces that have been through a hellish beating and live to tell about it.
Ok, so I just "googled" Russian Men, and it was really lacking in the brutish men department. There was the necessary Russian gymnasts and a lot ugly nudity but no one reminiscent of the charming, untamed man I met yesterday who spoke softly of his dog in the "old country". How disappointing...
Ok, so I have a confession, I just "googled" black men, I think my "race-wet-dream" is back on the brotha bus. Man, Will Smith is fine...
Anyway, I think I will wrap this up. In conclusion Russian Men will invade my dreams tonight, I may never get a real oppurtunity for a husky, strong russian solider to pick me up and carefully place me on his bed of animal furs before having his way with me, but I can dream about it tonight, and oh what a dream itll be.
I have always fantasized about being (in the biblical sense) with a black guy. I dont know if thats racist, but never the less, its true. Well, I guess it was true until yesterday. Yesterday all that changed.
If, for one day I could have sex with someone other than my lovely husband, I would want to do a Russian. I met one yesterday and he was all I've ever wanted. Let me explain why.
First off, and almost most importantly there's the accent. Now, for you who have never heard a Russian man speak go here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ41-7fVObs <--I mean come on! Who could hear that accent and not automatically have panty soup? So manly, so strong, so foreign.
To me, Russian men have such an air of romance around them. That accent spurs on visions of fur coats, vodka and cold nights with only our bodies to keep us warm. A strong strange voice whispering in my ear, telling me secrets that I can barely understand. Telling me stories of the "old country". sigh.
Secondly, Russian men always look so rugged, so brutish. Something about the way they look at you says, "I've fought men and animals with my bare hands, I fight to the death." I bet there is not a russian man alive that has not gotten into at least one fight. It's probably a prerequisit to be Russian. And I dont think its all in my head either, I mean "google" Russian Men and I'm sure that you will get a list of men with strong jaw bones, prominent noses and scarred faces. Faces that have been through a hellish beating and live to tell about it.
Ok, so I just "googled" Russian Men, and it was really lacking in the brutish men department. There was the necessary Russian gymnasts and a lot ugly nudity but no one reminiscent of the charming, untamed man I met yesterday who spoke softly of his dog in the "old country". How disappointing...
Ok, so I have a confession, I just "googled" black men, I think my "race-wet-dream" is back on the brotha bus. Man, Will Smith is fine...
Anyway, I think I will wrap this up. In conclusion Russian Men will invade my dreams tonight, I may never get a real oppurtunity for a husky, strong russian solider to pick me up and carefully place me on his bed of animal furs before having his way with me, but I can dream about it tonight, and oh what a dream itll be.
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