Drawn to the music(ian)

I’ve almost dreaded writing this post in a way.  Although it’s been on my mind a lot lately, I just didn’t know what to think of it.  It seems, after much thought and consideration, that I am intrinsically drawn to musicians when it comes to dating.  What prompted me to finally post this was a friend request that I received on Facebook yesterday.  It was from Endymion.  Yes, the one and only.  Even though I haven’t seen him in a year or even spoken to him in a very long time, he evidently still remembers me.

Don’t worry.  I’m not interested in anything with him.  I’ve moved on to greener pastures.  My main point here is that after I accepted his friend request I saw that he has just graduated from a guitar building school.  That reminded me that he also is a musician.  So I started thinking back and trying to remember how many musicians I’ve dated or been out with.  Here’s my list so far.

1. Rocker (you don’t know about him yet)
2. O’Brother (another you don’t know about yet)
3. Curly (and another…)
4. Musicman
5. Yankee Cowboy
6. Bluegrass
7. Bobblehead Nerd
8. Smooth (Ok, I’ll just have to add all these guys to the book. I didn’t realize I had left out so many.)
9. Rocketman
10. Mountain Man
11. Art
12. Endymion
13. Teacher

So, I’d have to say that for me to have never consciously made an effort to date musicians, I sure as hell do date a lot of them.  The more I think about it, the more I remember.  Luckily, after Googling “attracted to musicians“, I found out that I’m not the only woman afflicted with this problem.  Research even shows that women really are more attracted to musicians.  I really like this article that lists the “Top 5 Reasons Why You’re Attracted to Guys (and Gals) in Bands.”  It all makes sense to me now and I know that I’m not some kind of groupie freak who unknowingly seeks out musicians to date.  Whew, what a relief.

Mmm…sexy.

After all this thinking back and remembering and researching, I’ve come to the conclusion that even though I never thought I had a “type” physically, I definitely have a “type” musically.  So I guess it’s a good thing that Teacher is such an awesome musician, because evidently that just makes me want him even more, without even realizing it.

Also, I couldn’t end this post without reiterating my love of Willie Nelson, who as you all know, is an awesome musician.  Could this have contributed to my love of musicians?  Maybe.  If so, then they all owe Willie a debt of gratitude. 

Happy humping & play on!

Thinking Happy Thoughts

This song always makes me happy for some reason.  Maybe because I can’t help but dance when I hear it.   Yes, I’m a child of the 70s.  LOL

the other side of sanity

I’m sitting here watching the video below of Glozell with her mother while they are watching Katy Perry’s video for E T.  I have to say it’s quite amazing and also a tad trippy if you know what I mean.  Wink, wink.  Enjoy.

Happy humping!

A Night Out With The Preacher’s Daughters: Part II

Here’s a link to Part I of A Night Out With The Preacher’s Daughters.

Part II

What happens in the van stays in the van.

My van was an old maroon Dodge Caravan with a non-working radio, a “Jesus” tag on the front, and one of those Christian fish things on the rear window.  It wasn’t your typical or ideal party mobile, but we made good use of it.  Admittedly this was not my first time driving under the influence, but it is something that I’ll never do again.

On the way out of the bar, HW (Horse Whisperer) grabbed some guy that needed a ride home and he ended up in the van with us.  While driving him home I turned around and saw that he & HW were fucking in my back seat.  Then HW yells for my sister to come back there and help her out.  Help her out?  With what?!  I remember thinking, good Lord what’s wrong with these girls?  (Then I remembered that I was the instigator of the entire drunken night and just decided to go with it.)  My sister then climbed into the back seat with them.  That was my first time viewing tag-team sex (not to be confused with threesomes).  Tag-team sex is not for me, but it sure was interesting to witness.

The guy asked me several times, even pleading at one point, to join in, but I just told him that I was just the driver and that’s all I’d be doing, driving.  I probably wasn’t doing a very good job at that anyway, but that was my story and I stuck to it.  Ok, I did reach back at one point, to shut him up, and grabbed his cock.  I yelled out, “Good grief, is that as hard as that thing is going to get?!”  He had a decent sized cock, but it was only half erect.  How were they even having sex back there?  I later found out that there wasn’t much intercourse actually going on due to his temporary erectile dysfunction.

Remember, my radio didn’t work, so I could vividly hear everything that was going on in the back seat.

HW yelled for me to stop so that she could get into the front passenger seat so I pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.  HW got out of the sliding side door and my sister stayed in the back with Snake.  I call him Snake because that’s what he reminded me of.  He was 40-ish, skinny, shaved head, covered in tattoos and not that attractive, but then again I was drunk and didn’t really get that good of a look at him.  He looked to me like he just came from a Skinhead or KKK meeting.  That alone was enough to scare me to the point where I just wanted to get him home and out of my van as soon as possible.

When I stopped for HW to get into the front seat she just stood by the front passenger door for a minute.  She said, “Oh my Lord, I don’t have any pants on!”  She didn’t have any underwear on either.  I kept yelling at her to just get in, but we all thought it was hilarious that she was standing on the side of the road with nothing on but a shirt.  Looking back it was pretty funny.  I mean how many times do you get to see one of your friends drunk and standing on the side of the road by an old beat up Jesus minivan with no pants or underwear on?  It was priceless.

We finally got HW back in the van and then got Snake home.  This was no easy feat because he was just as drunk as the rest of us and could barely remember how to get back to his own house.  It was in the middle of nowhere on some little back country dirt road.  As soon as I stopped the van they flung open the sliding door and pushed him out of the van butt-ass-naked, holding his clothes in a pile in front of him.  As we laughed and watched his bare ass walk toward his trailer, clothes in hand and in front of his crotch, a girl came out of the front door and started walking towards him.  My sister yells “Go, Ginger, go! We’re gonna get shot!”  HW however wanted to stick around and see what the girl was going to do to him.  The mystery girl didn’t seem angry when she came out, but you never know about these backwoods “Deliverance” types sometimes.  I decided to follow my sister’s advice. During those few seconds when my foot was headed to the pedal, I had a flashback of all my afternoons spent watching the Dukes of Hazzard.  I hit the accelerator as hard as I could, spun around leaving a cloud of dust behind me, and sped away.  Yeehaw!  I felt my blood pumping, my heart pounding, and my flight or fight reflexes kicking in.  It was the best adrenaline rush I’ve ever felt.  As I turned on to the main road I screamed out, “That was fun! Let’s do it again!”

Just three good ol’ girls having a good ol’ time.

To be continued…

The Great Pretender

Again I called the doctor’s office today.  I got yet another story about how they didn’t have the refill requests and I should call the pharmacy, again.  I called the pharmacy and they said that she had denied the requests.  Finally I found out from a lady at the doctor’s office that it wouldn’t be approved until I came in for a one-year exam.  I asked how much that costs because I don’t have insurance now.  It’s only $160.  Only $160?  Gee, considering that is only $10 less than what I get every week from workers comp, that’s nothing.  Sure I can pay that…in your freaking dreams lady!  Let’s see, do I choose food and shelter, or do I choose to pay my bitch of a doctor$160 just so I can see her for ten minutes and have her ask how I’m doing?

Yes, I am on the verge of having a freak-out attack.  Maybe someone out there understands how it feels to suddenly have your body’s supply of hormones taken away.  It’s like a never-ending loop of hot flashes, cold sweats, weakness, fatigue, headaches, insomnia, mood swings, and then more hot flashes.  I feel like I can barely get out of bed and when I do I don’t want anyone near me, but at the same time I feel so incredibly lonely.  I went through that for years before a decent doctor finally figured out what the hell was wrong with me.  Unfortunately, once I moved down here I had to find a new doctor.  Now she won’t give me a damn refill.  If she denies it one more time I’m liable to end up in the psych ward by tonight.

Until I check in later, here’s a song that is really speaking to me today.  Keep in mind that the people who I see in my everyday life don’t have a clue unless I tell them what’s going on.  I usually don’t do that.  I save it all for you.  Don’t you feel special?

The Pretender was written by Buck Ram and covered by Freddie Mercury on the album Lover Of Life – Singer Of Songs: The Very Best Of Freddie Mercury.  Few songs speak to me like this one does.  I tried linking a YouTube video, but I haven’t been able to get it to work for the last few days.  So instead I’m posting the lyrics.

The Pretender

Oh yes, I’m the great pretender
Pretending I’m doing well
My need is such
I pretend too much
I’m lonely but no one can tell

Oh yes, I’m the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I play the game but to my real shame
You’ve left me to dream all alone

Too real is this feeling of