************ - -
One day I will understand – the Why *********** would rather hang out with 2 men day in and day out - - Rather than crawl into bed with...
Me.
I just wanted to let you know that I gave my Notice to Move from Here. December 1st.
I wish you well – You have so much potential – I hope you don't squander your Positive Qualities into Weed and sex with Men. Or sex for trade for Cash. (re – Your most recent visit to Vancouver).
I will never regret being with ********** *************. There was one night that we spent snuggling and I will always remember. That ************ I met I will remember with a great feeling.
What I would have given for you to have chosen to continue our Friendship With Benefits. But it is so apparent you are so “not” interested. It got quickly boring for me, being the One Still Interested.
Take care of You. If you learn something/anything from me – You are Special ***********. I just wish you would have chosen to continue our friendship and open up more, and let us be friends, hang out more and all the rest of it. If you do remember Me, remember she hopes you the Best and wanted to be your Friend. You chose for it not to continue and I respect that. I do.
Hugs,

I have recently moved to a new residence and it came "with" people already living there - Beneath me basically - 6 in fact.
I will discuss the one pictured LAST as he has had the "most" influence on me - IMMEDIATELY.
The first person that I met was - Let's call him George - He is the caregiver to the resident "Peter".
As time as gone on, I have found out that all the people that are living here are fighting their demons - BIG TIME.
George is a recovering Heroin addict of what age? 50-ish and at times his words are - let's say - bitter. He has lived all over B.C. and has held all kinds of jobs. Which he likes to talk about - He is helpful, to me, often helps me to move boxes inside and lifts, I swear, weight I can't.
Peter is the resident and he suffers from some degenerative disease of the spinal cord which I don't understand what is going on with him. But he spends his days smoking "medicinal weed". Which he is QUITE happy to supply to the lad in the photos.
Let's call the photographed Lad Jim, for all intents and purposes. He and I "clicked" from the get-go and I would sit beside him and laugh and giggle and feel quite carefree. Young, I would feel and I would giggle with him and smile, at him.
Who kissed who? I can't remember but I do remember his blue eyes, so very close to mine. And we have spent many nights, sharing our stories. Talking far into the night.
I can't believe his story so very similiar to mine, at such a young age. His own father took him to court and as has mine recently.
I have chosen to remove myself into art and Jim has chosen to numb his pain with the always ready at hand weed.
I enjoy the lad that talks to me late at night. I don't understand the hourly use of weed. Lifestyle. He is called a "cabbage" head. Don't understand that either LOL
I just want to hold him and remove his pain.
I went downstairs just now and Peter was standing, and he had an episode/seizure and I could not/did not know what to do... How to react.
Is medicinal weed the way for these people to go? Who am I to know? I, too, am a lost soul. Very lost and needing a hug right now.
Indeed.

Dear Young Lad Named ........ -
Well aren't you the handsome one? With your looooooooong eyelashes and bluest of eyes. Way that you have the look/glance down pat - Tilting your chin down and looking at me, sideways?
With a full lipped grin and walking into my world - With your smiles and soft eyes? What is a woman to do? But to drag you INTO her bed?
Then the surprises began - For Me.
I thought, oh the idiocy of youth - Yet you threw me onto the bed and dove into me and pounded the night away and I just sighed - You said later I screamed - Your name.
Indeed.
I feel my breasts harden when you walk by me and I smile at you - Thinking my nasty thoughts and The day brightens.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - How do I do a day when I know that to leave my front door open you wander in for a booty call? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm -
Yes life often throws twists now doesn't it?
**SIGH**

Well I have moved into a new home and it's quite fantabulous... Actually.
There are 3 men that live downstairs and one has rocked my world. All of 1/2 my age and all that and now my life is split in 2.
A boy-toy is mine. And I REALLY don't know what to do.
All I know is that because of this "rendezvous at 10 every night" **GIGGLE** I have become QUITE relaxed about life LOL