Well, it is still old home week for me! Ghosts from romances past are still calling/emailing/im'ing me on an almost daily basis.

Yesterday I was with my friend Dayna. She treated me to a pedicure and we were headed back to her house when my cell rang. It was close to 5 pm and I didn't recognize the number but I answered it anyway. It was Steve the Asshole. He had made a date, stood me up, and sent me a belated text message to cancel the date. He has sent text messages and even called me since then, but I always ignored them. I am sure I mentioned him in past blog entries. So, all Dayna hears is my end of the conversation and she was laughing so hard she could barely drive. I hassled Steve the Asshole...pretended I didn't remember him, asked him if we had gone out, which dating site we met on, "no, I am sorry I don't remember you, no sorry I won't be going out with you". I could barely restrain my laughter in talking with Steve the Asshole because Dayna was laughing out loud. When I got off the phone we pondered what sort of man is going to call at 5 pm on a Saturday to ask a girl on a date for the same evening...does he think I am just sitting around hoping and praying some loser guy is going to ask me out for the evening?

Anyway, Dayna and Gloria took me to this awesome restaurant, Frankie Rowlands for a fun evening. I had the most incredible filet! It melted in my mouth. They really know how to do a steak and they are known for their potent pineapple martinis. YUMMERS!

After a leisurely meal, we strolled over to our favorite hot spot. Dayna and I love to make fun of people at this club. It just lends itself to many amusing events. I always attract the weird men and last night was no different. I ran into my bartender from earlier in the week. That was...um...interesting. He grabbed me up and kissed me on the lips and then copped a feel, not once but twice before I could stop him. His excuse? That I had such incredible looking and huge tits that he had to see if they were real....Well, he lost his favored bartender position over that whole episode.

Dayna rescued me from the clutches of several men over the course of the evening...my name was Pam for the entire evening and she was my lesbian lover. Actually, for the first time in a long time, a woman tried to pick me up last night. She was attractive and frankly, if I were into women, I would have gone for her...she had really cool hair...I think that is what attracted her to me...the spiky, purple streaks were driving her wild. A friend of Dayna's bought me a Jager bomb as a birthday gift...OMG...it made me soooo sick. Having one of those after several pineapple martinis and beer just was not a good idea. I am afraid I ended our evening a bit early because of that. Well that, and the fact that Dayna loaned me her new sexy CFM black shoes and they made my toes were numb. They are 3 1/2" heels and made my legs look awesome in their mini skirt, but my feet were not happy after a couple of hours of dancing and running from weird men.

Labels: weekend

YES! I am finally going dancing tonight after what has seemed like an interminable amount of time. Jade and I are headed for our favorite dance studio in Charlotte for the social tonight and then tomorrow I have two dance lessons scheduled. I am so excited that I am going to have a hard time getting through the day!

I really need this because this week has been gruesome. Yesterday in my role as HR Manager I had to facilitate a termination and that, my friends, is beyond stressful. Especially so when the person you are firing is a whack-job.

Maybe I exaggerate a bit about the week being gruesome in totality. I have been very busy handling my marketing action items to launch the new business:
1. Design new letterhead & have it printed. Check.
2. Write a marketing letter. Check.
3. Do additional research on some new services we are adding. Check.
4. Set up the website. Check.
5. Research alternative advertising. Check.
6. Design promotional brochure....run out of steam!

So my next action items are to have some fun, do something I love and get my creativity recharged. The dancing should be the ticket. Unfortunately, since I am driving, I won't be able to get tipsy at the social (dammit!). Busy weekend after all the dancing though: 4 tax returns and study for my biology clep next Friday. I think I will actually do better than I originally thought if my prelim testing is anything to go by.

So, ta dahlings! Have a great weekend! I hope to gather some amusing stories of my single-gal life for ya'll over the weekend. It has been quite the dry spell lately.

Labels: dancing, weekend

It has been a long time (okay, since Adorable) since I have had such a strong craving to be with someone, but Lovah got it going on. His tongue has magical and addictive properties. He makes me sizzle, sigh & scream all at the same time. I have had to go a week without my "drug" of choice and I am as jittery as a junky waiting on the next fix. Lovah is quite the tease too...a coochie tease. There--I think I have coined a new phrase and about damn time too! Tonight, I am shooting for three trips to heaven spread out over several hours....I am ready to go.

Ready or not Lovah, here I come....................

Labels: coochie tease, Lovah, sex, weekend

I don't recall the conversation, but I must have told my gentleman friend about the phenomenon that occurs when I am in Mexican restaurants. I am sure, based on his reaction of raised eyebrows, that he put it down as the ramblings of a woman who thought too highly of herself.

I always get excellent service in Mexican restaurants when I am waited upon by men. I have even had the cook come out to serve me personally. Sometimes I have even had every male worker in the restaurant stop by my table to enquire if I needed anything. Today not every male in the place, but certainly two or three, stopped by to make sure that my companion and I were doing okay. My man can also confirm that not a bit of flirting was done by me to encourage the additional attention. Merely a "gracias" tendered in gratitude for my jumbo margarita. My companion swears that is all it took to kindle the fire.

When we finally left the restaurant, my dear friend was laughing as he agreed that I indeed provoked such reaction--the Mexi Mystique. He stated that he did not even exist to them as we walked out of the restaurant as all attention was focused on me (or more aptly--the phenomenal tits). What can I say? Perhaps I release a pheromone that is targeted only toward the male Hispanic population because they are the ones that I seem to affect the strongest without even attempting to. What do you think Utenzi, the science guy--is such a thing possible????????

Regardless, the mystique seems to extend to certain effects in the bedroom and I am a bit worn out from all the pleasure-seeking that took place between the silk sheets. Don't know when the tingling will cease from being feasted upon. I think my toes are permanently curled and my god! the constant orgasms--I honestly did not think so many were possible in such a short period of time. I think my sassy mystique hit the jackpot and damn I want to ride that wave as long as possible.

Labels: mystique, pheromones, sex, silk sheets, Utenzi, weekend

SL came through with a very lovely weekend. Saturday evening was spent in discussion and a little debate on the various authors and their books that we have read. SL pushed his luck somewhat when he declared that he absolutely could not stand Drew Barrymore on Friday so I brought 50 First Dates with me to torture him. Lucky for him we never got around to watching it---yet!

Sunday was spent eating some partially raw hash browns (decidedly NOT the best around, SL) and then a nice jaunt to Sarah Duke gardens where I took pictures till I ran out of space on my camera. I am invariably forgetting to either charge the battery or put the external memory card in my camera. Grrrrr. I missed some awesome photo ops because of that slip of the memory. Head over to SL's blog to see a few pics he took of me. A few of my own shots (and no, I did not get any pics of SL cause I ran outta memory):





I unfortunately developed a migraine from the heat, but SL took me home & took care of me! Ahhhh how sweet! I think SL is wiping his brow in relief that I was stricken because I was ready to crack the whip & get his house into tip top shape in a few hours! I thought I was a pack rat, but really I have nothing in comparision to his collection of stuff.

SassyAssy just cannot stay domesticated! This is such a freaking boring post that I think I will have to go out and set up a few dates with other men to keep the sassy going. Or I could mention that the oral pleasures I experience with SL just rocket me to the moon. I don't know blog readers--you decide: keep dating multiple men or discuss the sex life?????

Labels: Sarah Duke Gardens, Sassafried Lovah, weekend