Well I just thought that I would Contine This Journey of Mine...:">

I am going to treat this as a Just Write about Me...

With the Goal of that Someone Male, will read this and Think - - > Hey this Girl Rocks and I **MUST** Meet Her!!!!

I am very honest with my Goal here That I would like to meet someone that... Yes, "rocks" my world, in his own special way...

Could that be you?

Read on and decide....

It hit me today, one of the quirky things that I missed about being "In" a relationship... As in my 20's I lived with a Very Delightful man named James Curtis Baldwin, D.O.B. November 17th, 1962 I believe??? And that I originally met him in High School. Actually he was my First "Everything" First deep soul wrenching Kiss... First concert together; David Bowie "Glass Spider Tour", First Car Date... First parking...

Let's see? (We were together my Whole High School years, I think? Wait maybe not, Grade 11?

First time parking? He had a Mission. We would always meet at the Country dances (he never picked me up, as my Parents UTTERLY detested him) and so I would ride TO the dances with my bestest buds of Chrissy and Cathy Hill (twins) and sooooooooo much Drunken fun. LOL

Then I would "ride" home with Jim (Dances ended at 1, we would leave before 12 LOL) I never left with anyone else - - Until Grade 11 ((Jim's choice of breaking up)) He would drive until he found "The Spot" Then we would jump into the backseat Him first, always, and then he would reach for me, saying some lame ass thing Like Boy is it sure Cold back HERE. LOL I would land literally on his lap hahahaha

Jim introduced me to Sex. But he was Soft and gentle and talked me thru it all. Always asking first, if it felt good. To a Virgin? EVERYTHING feels good.

Did we talk? Ever? I doubt it. I do know that I told him I loved him thousands of times. Or that I loved This or Him or it all. He was the first to touch my nipples. Other than my own exploratory times in front of the mirror. Looking at the "new" Nipples. Not with the same Interest he had, doing the same thing HAHAHAHA

He lifted my skirt and inserted his finger, while he kissed me and moaned my name. And forever more, that move would "get" me IN the mood. Together, never separately. LOL Finger, moaning, kissing. Oh yeah.

He introduced me to blow jobs - - I loved the tastes of him, the smells of him, the way he let me explore every square inch of his body. Remember, this was all shockingly new to me. It was just me and my brother growing up and never did the two of us ever explore or see each other indecently. Oh wow, NO. So I was just ecstatic as Jim let me play, touch and talk to him and ask him if he liked when I trailed my lips down his chest... Did he like me to nibble anywhere? And everywhere?

Each weekend date was the same - - But we never met every weekend I never knew "when" I would see him as I was younger than Jim by 5 years so when I was 14 he was 19. Okay that sounds very wrong LMAOOOOOO But we were necking and touching and exploring and never had intercourse until I was driving so that became 2 years of VERY heavy petting.

But wow - -

How did I digress to that? Yes - - I miss the Touching of Living together. Or the doing of chores together. I find as a Single person that Cleaning SUCKS. When Jim and I lived together, the magic words were Hey I will .... For You IF you help me .... And I don't remember Jim ever saying no As his choice was usually SEX for the barter HAHAHAHAHA

So yes, I moved in with Jim after High School and No. It did not last.

Last I knew, he got married to a Hag hahahahaha Can't recall hr name. He has 2 kids; one of each and he says that the boy looks slightly like him. Too bad, cuz Daddy HOT hahaha Around the ears he said. Ears? I can't remember his Ears but I do remember his Hands.

Hands turn me on.... Strange thng to have turn one on But certain way Thumbs are formed, do indeed, turn me on. Like a big First Thumb knuckle. Okay I'm making Zero sense now.

I remember the playfulness Jim made washing linens. Bedding. It became an erotic, dance everytime... Do you want this sheet? Rip it off of my big red cock LOL And I would say Hmmmmmm, Do I need that particular sheet? Or should I use another? And the games would begin... Making the bed, long forgotten, lovemaking taking its place.

First time room-mates/lovers is the best time.

But I want that Excitement again, of knowing someone is there.

For me, with me, Because of Me.

Why did it not work out with Jim? This Love of My Life? Do 1st loves ever work out? The odds are against, you, yes? Mainly because I always had the "feeling" that he was "looking over my shoulder" for something "better/smarter" Just better than Me. That I was not His "One" Ugh. And the secondary reason is/was he was bound and determined to move back to Manitoba and I love the West Coast of Canada. Manitoba was BADDDDDDDDD memories only for me. BAD, yes, with a capitol B.

I am looking for someone that cocks his head and "watches" me walk towards him, everytime I arrive home. Is that too much to ask? Like he had been Waiting for Me. To return. The excitement is There. Constant. Of Us. Beginning Anew - - again when I return.

Okay Love is Complicated for Me.

Of what I am searching for.

Did this entry help at all: LOL

CharleneAnn