Nothing To Complain About

"Raise your hand if you saw some titties."

-Garden State

I'm having a tough time relating to bloggers. The one thing I take note of that seems to help in becoming popular on the 'Net is to pour your heart out about how bad things are. I've nothing and, no, I won't sell out all just to have hundreds of people list me as someone they love to listen to bitch over everything. My life is so amazing and I have no right to complain. Sure, I could go on about how much I wish Sara is in my bed asleep right this very minute. There is the fact that I realize how much I miss my dog, Ellie-Mae, that died earlier this year. I also wish we'd use the fireplace in this house. Can't say I'm going through major problems.

Work just seems to keep getting better, too. We've got this new married girl that is fun to chat with before things start going crazy. She's so tiny and quite beautiful but that's not what gets to me. It's that she waves and is willing to laugh with you about the absurdity of work itself because it helps take some of the pressure off. You need people like that.

It's been a while but I finally got to run into the deaf guy again. I know he wishes we could have longer chats that go on over the 20 seconds mark but.........we just cannot. New people are always so fascinating to talk to because everything you've ever said recycles itself. All those old stories suddenly become more fun to discuss.

There is another thing, though. Sara made it known on my last visit how much she enjoys seeing women hit on me only to know that I'm as loyal as can be. Isn't that the greatest!?! Even on my last visit, there was a blonde woman walking a jack russel terrier that ooh'd and ahh'd over me. Yes, Sara was right next to me as I bent down to play with the dog. The next thing you know, I'm in laying in bed listening to Sara tell me a beautiful girl was fawning over me but all I wanted to do was play with her dog.

Well, it happened again. Work has me occasionally hanging around with the girl every guy in that place wants. It's simple. She has very nice large tits displayed in a tight tank-top on hot days, a gorgeous ass, and beautiful face. The only thing is that she's a bit stuck-up here and there. It's just, with me, I get talked to with the pupils of her eyes widening. Yes, it's a total sign someone is interested in you if you pay close attention to the eyes (one of my favorite features on females). Since I'm a bit on the animated side, I might give off some signs that I like her. Just get me worked up over a topic and away I go! The kicker is that she's a trust-fund baby and I can relate to that.

It's a weird world when I have a girlfriend pointing out to me just who is hitting on me. "Mike, she was totally staring at you" or "Didn't you hear how she practically confessed how hot you are!?!" I was never hit on this much back in private Catholic school or high school. Must be college and how the smells of other girls on me seem to bring out some sort of lust to get my attention. I swear there are days where I think I smell like I have pussy on me or my skin just oozes its scent to bring up competition.

And there she sleeps, Sara, on her side all peaceful. Weird. It's her enjoyment that I get hit on and she gets to watch the chase. All I want to do is get down on my knees to play with a little dog.

Where have my friends been? Oh, how I barely mention Slutwatcher and Co. anymore. It's the usual in how guys keep asking me how gorgeous girls talk to me or why I can talk to them so easily. Slutwatcher made it known that he saw his gym crush in a bar. How weird is that? The guy talks like it's high school all over again by mentioning how she 'looked at him' while she was out with her boyfriend. I had a great time in the gym asking all sorts of questions about this to get reactions that show how even 40something-year-old guys can lose brain cells over beauty.

Life in the gym has been easy. The workouts have become slightly routine so nothing's a challenge for now. The weather's been a bit colder so I don't see panties peaking out of tiny shorts, something that's great in distraction from the insanity about to be unleashed on a machine. Those sorority girls have annoyed Slutwatcher so much in not allowing him a nice long look to see what color. Funny thing is that Sara has no problems with guys seeing her panties while she works out. So, they realize she's wearing underwear. Big deal. Those are her words, not mine.

The urinal exploded again. Gotta love how urine needs to find a place to fly off and find a new home.

So, I leaveth you here as I prepare to look at my favorite website where men share their favorite pictures in porn. You know me. I'm so curious as to what turns on others even if I rarely find something that does me in. Yes, female urination is mysterious. So is this desire to talk about how women need to shave differently. It's just fucking porn, people. You get turned on and you tune out the horrors of life thanks to the sight of nice tits and pussy. Plus, it's free so no one should complain, especially those that just cannot get up the courage to talk to a girl. Happy twats all around.