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Just a simple man, with a simple post... So yesterday, a co-worker shared a groupon with me, and so
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Just a simple man, with a simple post... So yesterday, a co-worker shared a groupon with me, and so Just a simple man, with a simple post... So yesterday, a co-worker shared a groupon with me, and so we went to lunch... We went to a bar/restaurant... ''Ron's" at Midway and Beltline in Addison, about a mile from my office... She got this groupon that gave us $20 in a food voucher... Anyway, so I said ok, I'll go... She likes to try things out, she's taken me to "Babe's" a great chicken fried steak & chicken family eatery in Carrollton, near I-35 and Beltline. And, she's introduced me to 'Café Max' which is a restaurant only open for lunch Monday thru Saturday... Needless to say, the old adage of 'the path to a man's heart is thru is stomach'... may be true... No, I'm not interested in a sexual relationship with her... Let's call her Abigail... I've never met a 'real' Abigail so I should be safe using this name... this lunch actually occurred yesterday afternoon... So, we drive to this restaurant and drove by it the first time, because the sign is so small out front and Beltline in Addison is busy during the lunch hour, but, we persevered and found the place... No one but the bartender, was in there. She happened to be the only person working that side of the bar... It is loosely afilliated with the bar next door, thru a smoking/non-smoking arrangement they have in this area of the country... So many rules about what you can ingest and where, in your body... this location was a bar/restaurant, but, it didn't allow smoking... the bar next door allowed smoking... Anyway, I told Stepanie, our bartender that we were virgins to this place... At that comment Abigail looks at me with raised eyebrows... I don't know why people don't expect my normal easy going ways to come out all of the time away from the office... but, it surprises me that it does... To continue, my conversation was influenced by our bartender... Stephanie, a voluptuous blonde was apparently a single mother (no ring on her hand) and her outfit was a tight fitting pair of black shorts with cool<b> boots </font></b>with dark stockings... her lips were thick reminding me of Azhar's lips (I need to write about my belly dancer...) and she had an air of confidence about her... plus, she had 'melonlicious' breasts... and, to my luck and amazement... yes, Dreamboy believes in luck... she wore a button down black shirt (if it would have been blue, I might have jumped over the counter feeling like god wanted me to just have her, but it wasn't blue... down boy... it was black...) now three of the buttons.... the collar button, and the next two were unbuttoned on purpose... I got a glimpse of a nipple that was trying to sing to me... I think it was saying 'fuck me dreamboy...', but, it couldn't be because this was a business casual lunch and we'd never been here before, reminds me of the song 'Here' Alessia Cara (Mickey Valen remix - a recommendation from one of my fav bloggers)... it seemed that every time she talked to me, she turned her body 30 degrees to one side so that I could share in her mountain view... OMG... and, she was rather flirtatious, which I was not expecting... as, I pointed out we were new to the place, and asked for suggestions on what to get... she replied that she'd been with Ron's since it opened in July, so we were getting the straight scoop, however, I quickly pointed out that while that may be true, she wasn't from around these parts... My co-worker is looking at me like I am some sort of chatty cathy... and, I don't care... She says to me, how do you figure I'm not from here... and I say.... Stephanie if you were from this neck of the woods you would not use the phrase 'you guys'... you might say 'you all' or 'you'... but, not 'you guys'... she quickly relaxed, and re-positioned her breasts so that I could get a better view... and, Abigail is giving me the evil eye... I'm like... hold on Nellie... this could be fun.... maybe not today, 'cause I had other plans, but, don't pour cold water on the sizzle just yet... Stephanie says: Washington state... I say ok... now we're getting somewhere... well, we are the only ones there and it is about noon so, I tell her, that I like to eat in a private restaurant, so I hope she didn't mind that I placed a 'closed' sign on the front door... immediately her eyes scanned the front door... she was kind of gullible... and, she had blonde hair and big tits... Dreamboy was just about there, but, she was not blind, or deaf, or mute and at the present time I could not determine if she wanted to have me... in the carnal sense... plus, I had to be on good behavior because Abigail was there and of course my heart has been promised to Azhar, Krrrristi, Gayle, Sofia Karlberg & Hana Reid... to some kind of dimension... I've not worked out all of the details, because I'm not certain that 2 of the 5 even know that I exist except for that deep recess of my erotic mind... but, at least I'm trying to be more than an animal... I'm trying to be true to all... And, I have to say that it is difficult... some of you have been posting some seriously interesting blogs... I'm in awe... But, unlike you... I do respond to the blogs... I don't want to steal your souls, so, I respond making sure the 'quid pro quo' approach is honored Clarice... yes, if you know where that quote comes from, then you are beginning to understand my 'sick' mind... well, maybe it's not that sick given the company.... I'm not implying that anyone who reads this blog or my others has any connection to my abnormality whatsoever... you can tell your doctors that you are evaluating my condition in a strictly professional manner... just sayin'... Some of you are laughing or wanted me to get to the point... easy does it ladies... we will take it one step at a time... Anyway... once Stephanie determines that there truly is no 'closed' sign on the front door she takes our lunch order... we order what I think are mild dishes... I get the shrimp with mango pico... simple enough... Abigail orders the chicken alfredo... and we wait a few minutes for our meal to arrive... meanwhile, other patrons come into the restaurant and still, only one employee working this side of the house... Stephanie... and, we have the perfect seats right in the middle of the long bar that runs down the side of over 1/2 of the restaurant... yes, there are tables, but, when we entered, Abigail was just fine sitting at the bar, and it worked out perfect.... Because, as I commented to Stephanie, some restaurants that I frequent say 'You came for the entertainment, you'll return for the food'... I told her, I'm here for the food, and I may come back for the entertainment... I said this after she told us about the happy hour specials and that we should come back after 4 till 7... No, I didn't ask her what time she got off... and, know I didn't ask for a local number... I was a gentleman of sorts... Oh... by the way, I showed Abigail my 'Soundhound' application on my phone as Stephanie looked on impressed... You may recall that Mary Jo Lisa had shown me the app when we were trading songs... yes, this is the young 30 year old woman that moved to Boston... and, no, I didn't do anything with her... she texted me the other day if I would send her more songs... I said 'No'... and you all know that I don't use 'No' that often... but, I don't want to be used... and, she still owes me 4 songs from our trading of songs... so... tough titties I always say... the place doesn't get packed but, it gets about half full and is lively... with multiple flat screen tvs hanging on the walls... our food arrives and Abigail loves her dish... my shrimp tacos are on fire... OMG... I must have not impressed Stephanie I thought, because I was sweating and my mouth was hurting... she then asked me if it was too hot, and I said yes... she then offered me milk, and I said no thanks... so she then asked if I wanted to squeeze... (when I heard the word squeeze, I got an erection immediately, and said to her that I was dying to squeeze her tits right here and right now.... not really... I did get an erection, because I imagined that she might say what I was thinking... you know like when you watch the terminator movies and there are a series of options for Arnold to respond with... well, that's how this simple mind functions sometimes... but, what she really said was, would you like to squeeze limes or lemons over the meal as that would help neutralize the acid... I said do you mean like 'lions in the coconut'... and she started laughing because she knew the reference to the song lyrics... 'She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up'... and then she said... Lions it is and brought me a cup of limes... which I promptly squeezed them over my shrimp... oh, did that help... the fire was out, and I was able to finish my meal... when we finished, Abigail and I were invited to go next door and tour the smoking companion restaurant... it was bigger, about twice the size, and you could smell nicotine in the air... plus, they had pool tables; all kinds of board games, and even a giant-sized 'jenga-like game... where you pull out blocks and see who makes the structure collapse... I'm sure alcoholic games and wagers must surround this particular area... but, I liked the place... We returned to Ron's and Stephanie to pay our bill which amounted to $4.75 with Abigail's coupon... I'm never too proud to get a free meal or a free this or that... as long, as they don't have strings attached to them.... I picked up the tab and added a $5 tip... big spender... well, that seemed fair as the bill would have been around $25 ... so, there... But, Stephanie gave us two wooden-like Ron's nickels good for $5 off each of our next meals... I was so thankful... because, the meal was nice and the atmosphere was nice and the eye-candy was melonlicious for Dreamboy... we thanked Stephanie and she said 'please cum back'... that's what I heard, and she angled her body 30 degrees... OMG... yes, I will come back... but, I may come back on my own... We get back to the office and another co-worker (female) comes up to me and asks me if she's meat... well, I thought about it, as I am not attracted to her physically, but, I reminded myself that I was in a professional work place and I said why would she ask me that... and, she said, that she frequents the bar next door and that she would like to go next time... I said, sure, we can have a threesome, I'm open to that... Now, I knew her (not in the biblical sense), but we had participated in the corporate challenge at work and I know she is a competitor... so, maybe another story is in the works... Ok... that was a great lunch... then I got home and started reading my blogs on this site... and, I had received some nice comments on some of the blogs where I had posted... that is so refreshing to me, to have people respond to something I've said... now, if you don't respond, this dreamboy, will go elsewhere... because I'm about interaction not one way streets... I don't care how beautiful your pictures are... anyway, I also got a cool song sent my way... I really appreciate when you all send me a gem of a song... now, I don't always like the songs you recommend, but, you don't always like the songs that I send your way either... that's life... but, I do like the effort and in the past month you've exposed me to five new artists... two went on my last cd... and two are slated for the December cd... hmmmm... thanks for reading... your thoughts are always appreciated... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!  |
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I always enjoy reading your posts, and listen to the songs you leave on mine. I'll miss reading them......  WITHOUT PASSION LIFE IS NOTHING
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I always enjoy reading your posts, and listen to the songs you leave on mine. I'll miss reading them...... Thanks for coming to read and comment on my blog... you know that I luv reading your posts and blogs. please come anytime you want to... thanks for the lovely rose. To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi Joy. Thanks for visiting and posting your comments... Normally, I go downstairs to the deli on the ground floor with my book and phone, and try to catch up on personal stuff, because our company shuts off all personal activities on the work network. I get my food and sit outside when the temperature is above 70... Otherwise, I eat in the quaint surroundings of the establishment... the other day, I was minding my own business, like Dreamboy always does, and this same co-worker, who is a nice lady, sat down in my two-person table and said, you can read later... I mean, really, people do that to me all of the time... so, this was the same lady that called me up for the lunch at Ron's and, we go dutch so, it is not costing me anything but, my precious time... A man's got to eat... Having read your blogs for over a year now, and seen the pics that you post, I would be one of those admirers that also shares the bed idea... so, please don't put me in the 'oh, he's a nice guy group'... you can put me in the group with all of those lusty men that want you for your body and not your mind... but, you can also put me in the latter group as well... because the mind stimulation goes beyond 30 minutes... still thinking about that pig joke... that got a lot of traction... thanks again! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Glad you had a good experience and wrote about it.  What a nice sliver of your life to share with us blog viewers. I was wondering if you are able to get messages via mail with the new mail restrictions to non gold members... I would like to message you a poem I wrote about Fucking Music. It is a poem I wrote on my blog, you can access it on there if you would like. It is something that I think you can perhaps help me with like few can... Hope you are having a good day down there in Texas.Thanks for your comments... Please send me a msg and let's see if I can read it... I can read some msgs from some people and it seems like a hit and miss, so please give it a shot... If not, I can peruse your poems and see if I can find the right one... Thanks again! Have a great weekend! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi curious woman. Thanks for commenting on my blog. I'm sad too, I hope that these tragic events can be resolved soon. My thoughts are with you! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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