One of my local girlfriends called me on Wednesday night because she was at a crossroads in her life. She’s twenty, and she’s trying to figure out what her next move will be. Almost every area of her life sucks right now, and to make matters worse, nothing she’s done career-wise has clicked for her either. Yeah, that was bumming her out, too.

The problem is she’s a creative person. But she’s under pressure from her family and society to create a traditional life for herself. Yet she knows in her heart that’s just not gonna work for her.

What it boils down to is she’s never given herself permission to do what makes her happy. And she’s not alone. I think that’s what happens to a lot of people at any age. We spend too much time thinking about what we feel we should do rather than finding a way to do what makes us happy.

Thursday night Wes and I went out to dinner. First, let me say Wes is one of those Uber-Alpha perfectionists who always sees the glass half empty. Really. It’s NEVER half full for the man. And since the economy has been crazy for the last two years he’s been more negative than ever. Ugh! Thus, all the meltdowns I’ve had over our marriage the last two years.

Thursday night was one of those times. After Wes had cranked about everything he could think of, he started complaining about getting me a gift for Valentine’s Day.

Wes and I were supposed to have one of our frisky sex dates on Sunday afternoon. Before that, he’d spent Friday and Saturday in Charleston at a reunion for his old college basketball team. But when he got back to Columbia on Sunday morning he didn’t feel so good.

In fact his intestinal tract was such an unhappy camper he didn’t even go to the gym to ride the bike like he usually does on Sundays. So there was no way he felt like pounding my wet pussy with his Viagra-hard dick.

Bummer!

However, I was not about to let him off the hook that easily. The man may run from me on a regular basis, but he can’t hide for long. This slut likes sex (and lots of it!), and I will NOT be denied.

Finally, after three looooooong weeks, Wes was recovered enough for us to set a sex date for Sunday afternoon.

Yessssssss….! Okay, I was really excited. *horny grin*

Plus, Wes had been to his doc to learn the results of his latest tests. What can I say? The man is totally into running tests on Wes and does so every few months. Anyway, it turns out Wes’s testosterone levels are still way low. So his doc told him I needed to shoot Wes up with 2 mls of testosterone every three weeks now instead of once a month. Hey, works for me! *sex-obsessed grin*

On January 9 at 11:00am the world’s first sex robot was unveiled at the “AVN Adult Entertainment Expo” in Vegas. No, I’m not kidding. Her name is “Roxxxy True Companion.”

This was the big sex toys convention Alex wanted us to go to this year, but our schedules were too hectic to attend. After Alex sent me the press release on Roxxxy, I’m thinking we missed more than we thought.

It’s been freakin’ freezing in Columbia for six weeks now. Yeesh! We never have weather that cold for this long. Thankfully, the sun’s been shining most of the time, and the wind has been minimal.

Still, this is the worst allergy season of the year (pigweed, dog fennel, ragweed), so about 80% of the people in South Carolina are coming down with that nasty coughing cold Wes got. Fortunately, he’s recovering after seven miserable days. He’s still coughing a bit, but his sinuses are finally clearing up.

As you know, there are lots of things about Alpha men that piss me off these days (LOL). But the thing that irritates me the most is that they’re such arrogant bastards. Grrrrr….!

Those of you who know me know I came from an abusive home (mental illness, alcoholism, paranoia, verbal and emotional abuse, you name it). My childhood is not something I like to talk about because I prefer to focus on the positive. When people ask, I tell them I’ve been to hell and back. Been there, done that, ain’t going back! But surviving ain’t living. And living is what I’m all about. Oh, yeah…! *lusty grin*

That means I learned at a very early age the only person who can make me happy is ME. To do this I had to become “proactive” rather than “reactive.”

I was talking to a guy friend of mine last week, and we were discussing my novels and blog. He’s been reading everything of mine he can get his hands, and we’ve been talking a lot about my work. It’s been a real treat for me, since I rarely talk to people who understand the nitty gritty of what I do.

“The writing in your novels and blog is very feminine,” he says. “I can see why women like it so much. It’s easy for them to relate to you.”

True. I’m a Southern Belle through and through. None of that guy stuff for me. Horrors! I’m all perfume and sexy clothes and everything soft and feminine.

Except when it comes to sex, and I told him that.

Really, I didn’t. LOL

Wes and I had a sex date on Sunday afternoon. Because it’s the holidays, he’s been off since last Wednesday and won’t go back to work until January 4th. In the meantime, he’s been playing lots of golf. Afterwards he’s been spending time with his buds at his fav bar, watching sports and playing some of the game machines there.

I don’t know what Wes has done, but his buds like him a LOT these days. In fact they like him so much they’ve been buying him drinks. Never one to turn down a gift, Wes has been very “happy” during his holiday vacation.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know Wes and I don’t sleep together at night. What can I say? The man is a restless sleeper and snores loud enough to wake the dead. I’m a heavy sleeper IF my sleep isn’t tormented by a man who flips from side to side all night long and sucks paint off the walls with his snoring.

Yes, I do wear earplugs when we travel, and we’re forced to sleep in the same hotel room. But when we’re at home I sleep on an LL Bean cot in my office, which is sooooo comfortable.

Thus, the need for our sex dates on Sunday afternoons. And why we have sex all over the house during the week. So if you didn’t already know, now you do.