Okay, I was thinking about people commenting on my blog – and on other blogs. Well, I know I use assumptions to process the people making the comments. So here is a glimpse of how I see some (and I will forget someone, sorry) of my visitors. Also, there is no ranking assigned to the list, other than Ddot, of course. He is always number one.
Okay, everyone knows I faun over Ddot. All the girls do – and he is just so obnoxious (read: sure of himself). He reminds me of someone I went to high school with. He made good grades – and was sort of the class clown. Then he went off to college, studied RTF (Radio-Television-Film), I think because he thought that major would get him laid more often. "Sure, Baby, I can use you in my next film. I almost hesitate to mention it, but there is a nude scene. I need to see you topless before I make my decision." And after moaning on the casting couch, the woman is history. But she does not feel that bad about it – he taped it. Just joking (I think). Last I heard, he got a job at a television station and now anchors the news in a smallish market. Not Savannah, but in a similar market.
GP is easy – at first, I thought she was me 10 years ago. But after reading her blog for some time, I know we are different in many ways. But I still see her as me – it is just stuck in my brain. Also, I have read some of her posts on other blogs, and she is so compassionate herself. Much more so than I was in my mid 20s.
She is a tough nut to crack. I really don't know anyone like Storm. I just don't. I don't know that many talented people.
VX is so freaking complex. She is smart – an engineer pursuing her masters degree in engineering (part time) while working with stuff I really don't understand full-time. I had a girlfriend after I was first married who was so smart it made me sick. She was a runner as well, further tying the two images in my brain. We talked about everything – she had been married a few years more than me, and we would drink wine into the night. Probably different, though, is that she talked about all of the bizarre stuff she and her hubbie did in bed (and she showed me her arsenal of sex toys). I was very sheltered then and she had to explain quite a few of them to me.
Thomas reminds me of my girlfriend's husband (from above). He was smart and cute, and every once in a while would make off-hand sexual comments to me. I was, of course, flattered and a bit pissed at the same time. Not sure if he ever knew it or not, but I knew his sexual likes and dislikes (not too many dislikes). He was probably the first person I wanted to fuck (besides hubbie) since we were married. No, we did not do anything. All in my mind.
Okay, this is more superficial of a parallel, but again, this is how my mind works. She looks very similar to a girl I knew in high school. I was a freshman, and she was a junior. It was my first elective class. She was absolutely gorgeous – and she was a cheerleader. We had cheerleaders and a cheer squad, and the cheerleaders were the "in crowd." She was in the in crowd. She did not talk to me much – remember, I was a freshman. But I admired her – partly because she changed my view of cheerleaders. I always thought of them as sort of vapid, and she was witty, smart, and talented. The only thing that was sad was one day I overheard some of the boys talking about her being on "the pill." "Can you imagine," one boy said, "being inside her all day long. I would never leave." I did not know it at the time – still being a virgin and all – but he could not have parked himself inside of her "all day long." He was probably a virgin as well.
One of my best friends in middle school. She was so sweet – I guess most of us were then, and I loved her like a sister. We drifted apart over time, and I lost track of her. Her blog, to my taste, is really insightful. But she posts about 5 posts per month – and not on a regular day – which I guess makes the connection between the two stronger (throughout high school I only got bits and pieces of information about my friend, as we started hanging out with different people). Yeah, I was sort of a bitch sometimes.
Kathi reminds me of one of my cousins. From her comments on all blogs, she is so encouraging – so open and honest and so comforting. We used to go to the beach in South Carolina and pick up guys. But that was before we really knew what that meant. I sort of want Kathi's view of the world sometimes.
Deb reminds me of a woman I worked with at a different job. I have already briefly written about this woman in another post, and I really want to write more about this woman. There are several traits that are similar – she is a lesbian, she has a mane of hair, and she is very talented. I mentioned before that we would eat lunch together when she visited "the home office." I was honored to be her friend, and I respected her more than I can express. I sometimes joke about how I am attracted to Deb – but that is just fun. It is more of a warm admiration than anything. So Madelene has nothing to worry about – I don't want to explore every inch of her skin with my tongue (by the way, I have tried this once, not on Deb, but on a guy; not all its cracked up to be, your mouth gets really dry).
Mark was one of my first regulars. He doesn't comment often, but I always read his comments. He sort of reminds me of my favorite uncle. He grew up in the 1960s (my uncle, not Mark), and his sexual exploits were hinted at when I was growing up. I don't think my relatives knew that we knew a bit more than they thought we knew.
Okay, Prata. Prata reminds me of our salutatorian in high school. He was an extremely precise person, always correcting people when their definitions were off a little. He was in my biology class (not the AP class he took later, but the first biology class). He was funny, too, but not the class clown cutup. He paid attention in class, just in case the teacher needed help. That is where I learned the term, "spring butt." But even so, he was popular in school. His dad was a physician, and I don't know what happened to him, but I picture him as a surgeon. You know, precise, exact, and he liked to play God. Yeah, Prata, I know your views on God, but remember, these are my thoughts bumping around in my head.
Another high school girlfriend. I think it is easier to think of people as high school friends, because I don't really keep up and can shape my view of them in my mind. She was the editor of the yearbook – smart as a whip. She took a college course at a local community college because she was so smart (and took all of the advanced courses while in high school). Funny thing is that I ran into someone I knew in high school once, and we were asking about people from high school. He did not know what she was doing, but he did say that he fucked her in college. Thanks for that mental image. I am not saying that Mallory screwed Ted, but if she did, I dished up the dirt first.
Monica, you remind me of someone, but I really don't want to say who. It is sort of personal – yeah, a cop-out, but there you go.
[Edited to add: When I was in college, I hung around with a group of friends (guess that is kind of normal). There were 6 or 7 of us that would go clubbing, and hang out together. Now, I am not saying that I think of Monica this way, but she reminds me of one of the women of the group. That, of course, would not be embarrassing at all. The embarrassing part is that it was the only true lesbian experience I ever had. Well, a woman once kissed me (not my idea), but this was a "real" experience.
Not sure what "being lesbian is", but neither of us considered ourselves lesbian. But after we "did the deed," we continued doing it for nearly a week (it was actually awesome, sweet, tender, you get the idea). We stopped because neither of us wanted to be "lesbian." To my knowledge, no one ever found out.
A bit embarrassing - so I did not want to submit the details (in the original post). I saw my friend a few years ago - she looked great, had a hubbie, two children and was very happy. She married someone who was doing something with computers, and she was staying home with the children.
Anyway, she was smart, funny and "girl next door" sexy. She is the type that you think PTA, but she may have had 'cuffs under the bed.]
Grant reminds me of someone in college. He was handsome, intelligent, and pre-med. He was also a roommate's boyfriend. I think she wanted to marry him, but his plans included Med School and beyond, and she was just a pit stop on the road to his real goals. Weird fact – his penis was the first one I saw (briefly) when in college. Sort of a sad fact – as I was a bit of a shy one for a while (and one would expect that the first penis I ever saw would belong to someone I was intimate with). No, I never had sex with him (or wanted to). I was a bit intimidated by him – he was taking Calculus, while I was stuck in "baby math." The last time I heard of him was that he was in medical school (thinking that he would go into Pediatrics). Again, the cynic in me is thinking that is a line – "women love children" after all.
When I worked at a non-profit, I was sort of the shop manager. Not my title, but that occupied much of my time. Well, I had lots of salesmen calling on me to buy stuff to sell at our shop. He sold me lots of stuff. And this married man was my lover for more than one year (my only long-term lover when I was being unfaithful). In my defense, let's just say that we got deep discounts (but realistically, if he was selling me horse manure in cellophane marketed as an air freshener, I would have bought it). By the way, you should never screw someone you are doing business with – common sense, but it did not make sense until after I experienced it. Oh, was I dumb.
This one is going to sound more trite than the rest, but Joe reminds me of someone I dated in college. Why? Because he is from NYC. Anyway, this guy was a really nice guy, but all I can remember is conversations with him about him wanting to shave me down there. And, boy, he wanted to do it. I was this conservative little Catholic chick, and he wanted to mow my lawn. Oh, and he used to say, "New York, New York. A place so nice, they named it twice," when people asked him where he was from. I broke up with him because of the shaving "controversy."
One of my friends when I was in college was from Spain. She had a Visa (I think that is the document) to go to school here, and then she was to return to Spain. She was blond, beautiful and smart. All of the guys wanted a piece of her. She actually had to borrow a swim suit of mine because all of her bikinis were one piece. She just had bikini bottoms when she arrived. It was enlightening listening to her talk about different standards regarding alcohol, nudity and sexuality.
Every time I see Bert Ford, I think of George Harrison. I have no idea why, but that's what pops into my little noggin. Now I am sure Apple Records will sue me (how is that for a vague joke?).
Lisa pops here every once in a while, and I absolutely love her bra-less Tuesday. It is very creative, inventive, sort of in-your-face (poke you in the eye). She reminds me of an Aunt of mine – she is a character. She is originally from Russia (well, Estonia, but let's just call it Russia) – and she married into our crazy family. Physically, she looks similar – she is thin with really large perky breasts. I want her freaking genes. She is in a good marriage, but she says things, and you wonder, "hey, she is a housewife, she goes to PTA meetings, and she said that. And she would never cheat on my uncle.
A college friend. He was a guy friend who never made it to lover. You know, when in college (or even afterwards), it is hard to jump from one list to the other. He was attractive, athletic and smart. He participated in intramural sports – both because he was good at team sports, and he really liked making friends. And he could make them quickly. So when I see sjblogger, I sort of smell sweat (I got more sweaty hugs from my guy friend than anyone).
I am still getting to know Goddess. She seems to be fairly new here – I would check out her blog; she may be one of the "Blogs of Note" after she has been on for a while.
This post is about three times as long as a regular post – sorry. My guess is that people will look for their names and not read the rest. And some will think, "Hey, crap, I don't see me on this list." First, "crap" is a sissy curse word, Kathi and I are the only ones that use such sissy words. Second, either I forgot you or you are so incredibly complex that I could not encapsulate you in just a few sentences.
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