Not Just One But Two Challenges.....Part 1

I have decided to take on not one but two weight loss challenges. One I was introduced to the first one by the guy at my gym. Its with him, his wife, and some of their friends/family. They are ALL way smaller than I. And they were already almost 2 weeks in. The second is with a guy from my work. the challenge between us is who can lose 40 pounds first. I am pretty sure there is no "prize" in either of these challenges, except for looking and feeling so much better. After all, I have the big 4-0 coming up soon.

You may be thinking, well Gina I thought you were happy with yourself? No. No I am not. and I haven't been since 2004.

Back then I only weighed 149 pounds. It was still 14 pounds above what my "ideal" weight is supposed to be, but I think I looked HOT!  My weight insecurities really started when I saw a video of myself a couple of weeks ago. I really didn't like the way I looked in it, at all. So I grabbed a bottle of SlimQuick from my local Walmart and got to it.

So I didn't really do too well the first 2 weeks of the slimQuick. As a matter of fact I GAINED 8 pounds! Fuck that! So I stopped taking it. So the following week I went to the gym. There's a new guy working, his name is Jay. He is cool as shit. He told me about this weight loss challenge that the above named people are involved in and I said I wanted in. I started on September 19, 2012. I weighed in at a whooping 204lbs. Needless to say, I was depressed as shit! And to top it off I had to take "before" pictures. URGH!!! I actually shed a tear at the shit.

A few of the people in the challenge #1 are losing their motivation. A little evil part of me says "oh goody, less challenge" and the other part of me says "I have to do my part and help keep the motivation going". What if I start to loose my motivation? I am going to need someone to boost me. Remember, I am doing 2 challenges.

Challenge #2
So one of my "coworkers" is having problems with his wife. They are in an "open" relationship. He wants to lose weight in hopes to be able to be accepted to and pick up attractive women at swingers events. (HELL NO!!!! I have no intention of going with him, I am losing this weight for me) I am just competitive and I want to beat him.

I am glad to be working in Manassas now because at least they have a microwave. Man, I was spending about $20 a day on food in Sterling. And it was not healthy. All this week I have been watching what I eat, and closely. Tomorrow morning I am going to do wii Biggest Loser so I can "weigh in". I did my measurements again today. so far, -1in/waist, 1in/baboobies, and 1in/ass.

I have worked out every day this week. Right now, my whole body aches!! But it's all good!

Seeing the Ex

So Samantha has done gone and got herself pregnant. I am totally not happy about it. I hate her boyfriend, plain and not so simple. I used to love the kid, but he did some fucked up shit. I take her to her first prenatal doctors visit on Tuesday, September 18. She proceeds to go to work in the afternoon. She calls me just about 90 minutes later hysterically crying that she thought something was wrong, she was having really bad cramps and started bleeding. (I hate to say it but I was hoping she did not have this kid!!) My heart starts racing and I immediately put my sneakers on, I am ready to actually run all the way to her work (she had my car). Luckily she only works a mile away. She ended up driving home. I had already paged her doctor before she got home. She was in fact bleeding, pretty bad. So we took off to the emergency room. I called her dad and told him what was going on. Without a moment’s notice, he said that he was at work but he would have someone relieve him so he could be there for Samantha. (I later found out he was just at home making dinner...)

Chris is generous enough to pick up Samantha’s boyfriend on the way. (He hates him even more than I do) He texted me when they were there. I went outside to greet them (aka smoke a cigarette). When he got out of the jeep and started walking towards me, I felt that feeling that I feel every single time I see him. No, I'm not talking about that hatred burning feeling that takes over my body, I am over that. But that warm fuzzy feeling. And my heart starts racing. I know how to fix this, I think to myself. So I text Jon (New man that I am digging, I'll blog about him next). Jay walked up and went right into the emergency room while Chris and I stayed outside. He tells me that it took everything he had in him not to pull over on 66 and beat the shit out of Jay. I know exactly how he feels!

We spent the next few hours going outside about every 20-30 minutes to smoke a cig. I run out of cigs and he offers to take me to 7-11 to get more. So we tell the kids we are going to go to sev and we would be right back. We're on the way and he spies the Roy Rogers. OMG, his eyes lit up like a kids on Christmas. I found it funny. Needless to say we had Roy Rogers. It felt so weird being next to him in a vehicle and not have my hand on his lap or holding it. A few things happened on this journey; Chris tells me that he has another daughter. He suspected it before; I've always thought it was his brother’s kid. (The chick was having sex with both of them). The girl does look just like our daughter Mia, however Mia looks just like her cousin DJ (his brother’s son)......

I had told him about this guy I met at Hard Times and he was a friend of a friend. Total lie. We listened to Chris' band on reverbnation Yeah, he's in a new band, The Pharmacists. I was like, oh the guy I just told you about is on there and be tee dubs, he plays better than you (with a winky smiley face). So we listen to a couple of his songs. I was thinking in my head, OMG this is so fucking awkward, but damn Jon is awesome!!!! He even says that the guy is really awesome. I smile and think in my head, I know.

Meanwhile, I am texting Jon the whole time. Jon was due back the next day (or so I thought, but he had come home earlier that day). The more I am with Chris, the more I am thinking about Jon and how I wish I was at his place, chilling the couch watching a movie or anything on TV or just even listening to him play the guitar. There's no way I am telling him that I am dating this guy (is it even called dating? we actually only went out 2 times). The only 2 guys that have ever met my kids also met Chris. However I never saw one guy again (OMG, he is sexy as fuck!! I mean like throw you up against the wall and rip off your clothes sexy!!!) And the other one I was just casually dating- yes casual dating, NO SEX.... So I wasn't sabotaging this "relationship" (and I use the term lightly).
It was so weird with chris. We talked about things and people like nothing had ever changed between us. Same kind of conversations that we could have had when we were together. Just without the constantly kissing and hugging. Shits cool between us now, I can't help but wonder.......I wonder if he ever thinks the same of me?

Sappy Ass Shit, epic fail!!!

Well I did it again. After William died I rejoined a dating site (or 4). I have met a few guys. One guy I went out with a couple of times and I went to his work with some of my friends and Samantha.

Me & Samantha at Martin's in DC

Anyways, I would never date this kid on a serious note. For one he is only 24. And two, well I just don't see myself being romantic with him. All he ever talks about is wanting to have sex. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, like alot. However, he just didn't turn me on. So I continued meeting different guys. A couple of times the meetings were less than 30 minutes. One went like this, um, thanks for the tea but um, yeah you're not my type so I am just going to go now. BAM! And that was it. I went out with a few more. Had some good times and great conversations, but again no sparks. Finally, after months and months of scanning hundreds and hundreds of profiles I saw a guy that seemed interesting enough. Even if he did have a self portrait of himself in the bathroom (fully clothed). Which I totally hate. Whatever, I sent him an email. So after a few emails back and forth we decided to meet up. He took me out to sushi. (yes I beaver dammed). Dinner went well so we decided to go out for drinks. This kat was so funny and interesting plus he has the greatest name, Jon Smith. Like seriously, I have never gone out on a date with someone where I actually paid attention to him, just him, the whole time and wasn't scanning the room for another, cuter guy or constantly on my phone texting.

Well this lead to that. And the beaver dam failed. Oh well. So the dry spell ended (8 months and 17 long days!!). We continued to hang out pretty much weekly usually on Saturdays and sometimes during the week. Here's when I started to get heated, totally unexpected. We were just texting about some shit, nothing really important. However he mentioned something to the effect that it was ok for me to sleep with my friend. I was like, woah pump the brakes muther fucker, I am not sleeping with him, he is just a friend. He says that he isn't going to be a hypocrite. BAM!!! So he is still sleeping with other chicks....Holy shit, I got heated as fuck! Like seriously, my whole body just felt like I had been in a tanning booth for an hour. so I had to sit and think for a minute, OMG- did I just get jealous over some guy I just met? After all, I was still talking to other guys, I just wasn't sleeping with any of them. Thats how I prefer to roll. Date a couple, sleep with one. And I told him that. End of story on that, we never discussed it again. I just assumed if we ever got to the spot where we BOTH wanted to just see each other we would discuss it, but not for a while. A couple of weeks go by, we continue to see each other just about every weekend. But here's the catch, I was always the one to initiate any conversation. ALWAYS. As much as we text, never, I mean NEVER has he ever said good night or good morning, EVER. Which made it easier for me to to think of him "that way". Almost every single other guy I have talked to over the last 3+ years has done that, even after the first night of talking. Again, this guy is different. And I think that's why I like him even more, because he different.

I was trying to play it smart. I was not going to let myself get emotional for this guy. I know that he just got divorced so I wasn't even trying. He's still "fresh". Yet, I would give him my undivided attention anytime I was with him (I would even ASK HIM before I texted anyone or tweeted) but when I wasn't with him......HA, who am I kidding, I still thought about him. They way he smells, the way he kisses (I love kissing him, true shit, I am not going to lie), and the way he holds my hand with his small soft hands. Well, he went out of town for a few days, I thought I was going to die of sexual frustration. Luckily I didn't and it wasn't because I decided it was finally time to have sex with someone else, because I didn't. I didn't even go on any other dates during that time (if there ever was a prime time to do it, it was then). So it gets to the day before he gets home (or so I thought). Once again, I hit him up, I couldn't go without talking to him anymore. I thought he was out of town for another day but I HAD to talk with him. But he was already home. WOW, I actually missed him, like alot. And his doggy. His dog is awesome!

Well Samantha ended up in the emergency room (another long story, but she is OK now). Chris came to the hospital. Well, I used Jon as a diversion while I was talking with Chris (for about 5 hours, I'll get to talking with him after I finish this story). I kept texting with to keep me from thinking about grabbing Chris and kissing him. The thought did cross my mind while we were sitting in his jeep talking. I have missed his touch so much. Even after all these years he still hugs me the same way. And it always makes me feel sad and depressed afterwards. But NOT THIS TIME!! I adore Jon's hugs. He hugs the best! So it didn't even phase me. YES finally!!!

So Thursday comes and I'm still texting with Jon, whatever. So Friday comes. I decided, fuck this, I am not going to text him. I don't care how long it takes. BAM! He actually texted me. I was so shocked! So I went over his place after work (yes, 2am booty call). But no, it did not seem like that at all. Holy Shit, when he answered the door and I looked at his eyes my whole body heated up, again. But in a good way, not like the time before. (seemed like some shit right out of fifty shades of grey.) I just wanted to grab him and kiss and hug him and tell him how much I missed him. And that's how the evening, well morning went. He feels so good, just sitting next to him on the couch watching tv. He is really tall and I love reaching up to kiss him. We finally went to sleep around 5am. I woke up to my kids texting me to come make them breakfast. As much as I didn't want to leave, I did. What a great time. I was kinda worried about the way I was "feeling" about him. Too much too fast is all I could think about on the way home. Oh and the smell of him on my shirt. mmmmmmmm!

So now it's Saturday. I know he is going out with friends for dinner and I wanted to go see this band play at Addys. So I go to see the band play with my girlfriend claire and he texts 15 minutes after we get there. Yup, you guessed it, I wussed out and went right to his house. Except this time I took my girlfriend with me. I was already drunk. I had been drinking for about 6 hours. We get to his house, he looked sexy as fuck! It took everything I had for my drunk ass to not just say, um claire, thanks for the ride but, you gotta go!

Now this is where it gets fucked up. I asked for a glass of wine. He gives me a glass of red. He knows I hate red wine yet he thought enough to give my friend white and me red. OMG!!! Cool to mega bitch in a minute. I got so fucking pissed its ridiculous, just because he didn't think to give me the damn white wine. Well that's all I remember from that night. EXCEPT sitting on the side of Sudly Manor at 1am crying my fucking eyes out like some fucking high school girl!!! What the flying fuck!!! seriously! Next thing I remember is my friend picking me up. After that I remember crying in Ethan's lap that I really fucked up and I will probably never see Jon again. I don't recall the last time I cried this hard. Oh yes I do, Memorial Weekend 2009... And if you have read my first blog you know what that was about.

I was right. Jon did text me the next day that he was done. Technically, I asked him if he was done and he said yes, "for now". What the hell is that supposed to mean? I have a pretty good guess. That night I did manage to get a picture of him & I, it's kinda cute. So every day I just look at it and think, "text me something good fucker". Honestly, I don't think it will happen. Why should it? End of story

(final answer:DONE)

UPDATE: SO THIS GUY, JON SMITH (YES REAL NAME), TURNED OUT TO BE A REAL DOUCHE. I ACTUALLY HOPE IS HEART GET CRUSHED

The New Job

Welcome back! (this was orginially done in march)

 I'm sorry its been so long since I have blogged. I finally got a new job. Technically I am a manager of a Le Tache Couples Boutique. Ever hear of it? Well it used to be called MVC Late Night Video. We sell porn, lingerie, toys, sexual aids, and anything sexual, oh and now we sell glass pipes too. Every day is an adventure. I hear stories all day long. Some are interesting, some are boring, and some are down right gross. I have a lot of regulars. A regular is someone who has come in more than twice. I am going to tell a variety of "adventures" that I hear from my customers. So this blog shouldn't be boring. I think I will start by telling you about the various products we sell.

Our lingerie is from Rene Rofe, Sophie B, Shirley of Hollywood, and oh la la sheri. We have teddys, bustiers, panties, crotchless panties, thigh highs, full body suits, sexy shoes, and costumes.

For our array of toys we have, Fetish, bullets, minivibes, rabbits, straight vibes, gspot vibes, anal plugs, anal beads, cock rings (with out without vibes), DP attachments, strap-ons, dongs, life like dongs, pocket pussys, blowup dolls, jackoff jackets

*** crap, I have to go to work already.