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Random things about me

I think I’m boring person who has some interesting things happen. I was conceived in England, born in Tampa and raised in Miami. My dad retired from the air force the day I turned six. We moved to south Florida.

On one of our first nights in south FL, we were staying in a hotel. We were split into 2 rooms. There was a shoot out in the parking lot. One of the bullets went through the window of the room where my brothers and 1 sister was, The bullet went the through the window, through the wall and landed in the bathtub. Thank God it went high.

I got blamed for my sister in law getting pregnant. To explain that, my sister in law was a friend from school. She had a horrible home life, and somehow ended up spending alot of time at my house. My brother met her that way. He got her pregnant when she was 17, and he was 27.

When I was in junior high, some guy in a car tried to pick me up. I always wonder what would have happened if I had been stupid enough to get in that car.

I became a Miami Dolphins fan when I was 6, and moved to Miami. I haven’t always been a dedicated fan, but I am now. I’ve been to two games. One was in Miami in the late 80s. Miami lost to the Colts. The game was so boring to me, I was reading a book by the fourth quarter.

Last year, we went to the Dolphins vs Jets game at MetLife. It was an absolute blast. The Dolphins beat the Jets 24-3. I actually had a meltdown in the stadium. I have a fear of crowds, and I was stressed out. We had a problem finding our seats and I just lost it. I cried in the concourse area for a few minutes. Once I calmed down, and we finally got to our seats (three rows from the top of the stadium) I had fun. I couldn’t see much of the game, but the crowd was rocking. We had 750+ Dolphins fans in 2 sections thanks to DolfansNYC.

We’re planning to go to the MetLifeTakeover again this year. It’s a Monday night game in December. I plan on having fun again. We’re going with a couple of Jets fans, so it ought to be interesting.

I’ve had a stalker. I made the mistake of kissing a fellow co-worker at my job when I was young and dumb. He assumed that meant I was going to have sex with him. I didn’t want to. He kept on bothering me, so I made the mistake of telling him I was a virgin. That just made him worse. He followed me into the stockroom, shut the door and pushed me up against the shelves and groped me. I told the managers and they just told him to apologize. He ended up going back to jail for violating his probation ( I should have told his PO what he did to me, but I didn’t think of it then) But he was calling me from jail. I had a fear that he would get out, and try to rape me. So I chose to have sex and get it over with. I didn’t want to lose my virginity to a rapist.

On my first job, I kissed the cook out of curiosity. He also assumed I was going to have sex with him. He was furious when I turned him down. He tried his best to get me fired. He was so irrational about it, that he ended up getting himself fired. And he had been a long time employee.

I lost my virginity in my car, a 79 Celica Supra. It wasn’t a great experience. I liked the guy, and he was hot, but sex in the back of a Toyota is not the best way to go. The heat lightning in the sky (August in south FL) was more interesting than the sex. And to make matters worse, the condom got dropped in the car. I had to scrub out my car with Lysol. Ick.

I have a temper. My roommate kept annoying me when I had a bad headache. I told him not to fuck with me. We were in a restaurant, waiting at the register to pay and he snapped my bra strap. I punched him as hard as I could in his arm and said, “I told you not to fuck with me!” He never touched me again,

I am very shy and introverted in person. My online personality is the complete opposite. I’m rather loud mouthed and very opinionated. And I get on peoples nerves. I don’t really care. I’m not changing who I am to please anyone. Don’t like me, then leave me alone. Not a problem for me.

I’m bisexual. That is not being boastful, it’s stating a fact. I’ve lost so called friends because of it. I can’t change how I was made, and I certainly can’t change that fact. I also won’t be silent to make someone else comfortable. I will speak about it. And I will call people out on their shit.

I’ve been married almost 21 years. I never thought I would get married when I was young. I never pictured a dream wedding. It was a shock to me when I found David. When I asked him out, I just wanted someone to hang out with. I never thought it would lead to marriage. We’ve had a bumpy year, but we’re trying to change things, and get back to how we were.

I was never able to have kids. It is so painful to hear about people abusing, neglecting or abandoning their kids. I can’t understand how some people pop out kids they hate, when other people would do anything to have one.

I’ve fallen in love twice. And I still love both of them. The first time was with my husband. That’s going on 22 years. The second time happened last year. It was a complete, and utter shock. I just started talking to a young guy on Twitter. He was online alot in the evenings, and so was I. So we talked alot. We both ended up falling in love. I will never understand it. We’re not suited for each other at all. I do believe it was meant to happen. We both needed the changes that came from it. But I’m with my husband, and he is with his girlfriend. Things are as they should be.

It took me 46 years to figure out that I’m bi. I never realized the thoughts/feelings I’ve had since I was a kid meant that was possible. I didn’t know a person could be attracted to both sexes. It was never a choice. I wouldn’t chose it if it was. It makes life difficult. I love my husband, and want to stay faithful to him. But there is the part of me that wants to experience being with a woman. I just have to learn to live with it.

My husband is ten years older, and a foot taller than I am. That means we’ve had to learn to improvise some things. Sex in the shower sounds all fun, but not possible when you have a foot height difference.

I’m attracted to a wide variety of people. Men and women. White, black or whatever. It’s never made a difference to me. I ended up falling in love with my whiter than white husband in 1993. But then I fell for a black guy in 2013. What a difference 20 years makes. My husband is older than I am. The other guy is 18 years younger.

There are some women I’m attracted to as well. I seem to be attracted to women who are carers/protectors. And I’m not sure why. Their body types vary, so it’s more a personality thing.

I’m attracted to intelligence, and humor. I can’t deal with someone who has neither of those. A body might be good to look at, but my mind has to be engaged first. If you can’t laugh with someone, there is no point being with them.

I’m addicted to Twitter and Facebook. Like I said, I’m very introverted. Twitter gives me an outlet to be my smart ass self. I can be myself on there. I honestly do not know how I got over 1,300 followers. I tick people off on a regular basis. But I’m also funny, and I like to talk about sex.

I like sex. After almost 22 years together, age has slowed us down. But I still enjoy it. I don’t have alot hangups where that is concerned. Like I said, I like to talk about it. But…there are people who see that on Twitter, and assume I’m looking to get laid. I’ve never physically cheated on my husband (the online stuff is open to debate) I’ve had people think I’d be willing to meet a stranger just to get laid. If I can’t have sex with someone I’m in love with, I’m certainly not going to do it with someone I don’t even know. I’m not going to cheat, and I’m just not getting naked in front of anyone new.

I started blogging at the very end of last year, thanks to a Twitter friend for the suggestion. It’s been an outlet to deal with all the confusing emotions I have. It’s also a very passive aggressive way to tell a few people how I feel about them, without having to say it to them. I know they read this blog.

Thanks to Twitter, I stared talking to a lesbian, and she’s become a special friend. It’s nice to have someone I can ask questions of. I’m attracted to her, very much so. Nothing will ever come of it, because we’re both married. But it’s nice to have the interactions. She’s interesting, funny and hot. If I had a perfect woman list, she’d be at the top.

I’m a Christian. i grew up being very involved in church. When I was younger, it was my saving grace. I went to a Christian college for two years. I loved it. But as I’ve gotten older, I question things. I don’t take the bible literally. I consider it a book of fables about a divine being, but it was written and edited by men. I don’t like organized religion. I’m not a second class citizen because I’m a woman. And I certainly not going to hell for being bisexual. God made me this way, so he has to be good with it.

I believe everyone has good and bad parts to them. Unfortunately, some people have mostly bad. I’ve run across some truly evil people in my life.

I’m not going to claim that I’m psychic, but I’ve had dreams come true. I’ve listen to my gut, and avoided deadly situations. I’ve had premonitions about things. I’ve seen a ghost. I believe it was my mother in law. It was odd, but not frightening. I’ve thought of people and picked up my ipod to see if they’d said anything, and they pop up right that second. I can think of someone, and they show up somehow.

I believe some people and places give off bad vibes. I avoid them as much as possible. If my instincts are warning me, I try to stay away.

Ok, those are alot of random things about me. I’m a random person, and I’m 47 years old. I’ve had plenty of things happen to me. But every one of those things and people make up who I am. My life would be different if any one of those pieces was different. I guess we’re all a tapestry, and every person, every event and every belief we have adds another dimension to the cloth.

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