Gas Station Story

It was a gorgeous late afternoon, still light, but no longer hot enough to complain about.
I was rushing from an afternoon meeting that had gone overly long by turning social, heading back to my apartment. I was moving again. And way behind on packing.

I pulled the truck into the end stall at a Quik Trip and started pumping gas.
Soon a man, dressed in dirty clothes approached holding an empty cup.
He stopped at a respectful distance and said "Excuse me."
I was close to the amount I planned to fill the tank so rather than leave my spot to dig change from my ashtray I said "Just a minute." 
He waited there patiently with his cup while I finished, hung up the nozzle, reached into my truck and the dug change out of the console, which I then popped out and dropped into his waiting cup.

...At which point he looked at the coins and said "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"

Photo by Benjamin Hedrick Photography

"I... I thought... you....?"

"OH!! Oh No! I...I just... I just got off of work, that's why I'm all dirty. I had the cup... I was going to take it inside to get a refill.... Oh nooo. You thought. You thought I.... I was just going to ask if you were single... like if I could have your number... I was going to ...get a refill... in this cup..."

We were both so embarrassed. 
I told him I was moving. I didn't give him my number. He did pour my change out of his cup into my hand. We parted ways.

Awwwww...how sweet is that? (Re-defined) *explicit language

I told a lover he was just too big for me.
That wasn't a first, but the reaction was:

The next time he was over he said he had gotten a ruler and measured down 5 1/2 inches so he would know where to stop without hurting me.
...So ...uniquely sweet...
Then he added the very clever idea of wearing a cock-ring at the mark so he would not miss the line.

I suggested a tattoo, cause you would never forget then. Maybe each girl could have their name at the right depth line for them?

Like Me here, Gina here, Carrie here...

This idea is such a good one (Not the tattoo, the ruler and the ring) I had to share it, since I know I'm not the only one who goes through this. (Believe it or not.)

Measuring ... how sweet is thattttt?

5 Random Thoughts of the Week:

1. During Coffee Talk with one of my girlfriends we came to the conclusion that it's not a good sign at all that we have incorporated the fairly new word 'rapey' into the vocabulary.
As in "He's.... ok... it's just... he's a little rapey, you know?"
That really shouldn't be a word, rapey, but it's a reality, so it's a word.


2. Even if I think what he's saying it absolutely absurd, if I man talks with passion and confidence there's a good chance I'll still think it's kinda sexy. Even if it's really really Not.

Photo by Notley Hawkins 

3. Leave something if you want to be remembered. A book. A song. A mark. Even if that something is a thought I wouldn't have had without you.
That something should NOT be a mess.


4. My life theme, I'd rather regret something I did than regret something I didn't do.
I want those memories, the ones that come with doing a full body paint photo shoot while pushing 40; being on an art team that gets a reaction for better or worse; writing the things and saying them out loud that maybe should have been kept to myself.
At least it's a story.
"When making decisions, choose the one that will make a good story."
This does not carry over to random sexual partners. Each partner leaves me some residue; some sparkles, some smears of soot. I'm not wasting canvas space.


5. I think I like twitter finally. It completely eliminates the need for 'inner dialog'. It's not like FB where you make sure it's interesting to at least part of your audience and (please) don't post back to back to back all day long, making all of your posts watered down, annoyances, or sound like requests for more attention.
Nope, this is twitter. You just say whatever pops in there. Like no one is reading it anyway.