A Conscientious Employee

I have been dating one guy, Chris, for about six weeks. He is a friendly, kind person and I really like him. Of course if I didn't like him, I guess I would not date him. Anyway, Chris works delivering and putting floor mats down in building entranceways and corridors. He replaces dirty floor mats with clean ones. He doesn’t make a lot of money, and it is not exactly clean work, but Chris doesn’t complain about it.

I work at a car dealership in Chicago. I would guess that there are perhaps sixty other employees working there including one custodian. The custodian is an older, quiet, black man. He has worked for the dealership longer than I have, so he has been there for at least three years. When we pass during the day I usually say hello to him; usually, but not always. Sometimes he is absorbed doing something and he will not notice every person who happens to walk by.

Yesterday I watched him as he mopped the tile floor running down this one hallway. I didn’t just glance at him working; I paused what I was doing so I could witness this man at his work. At one point he stopped the sweeping motion of his mopping so he could concentrate on this one part of the floor. Perhaps there was a stubborn stain there or something sticking to the floor. Whatever it was, he gave it an extra thirty seconds worth of labor before once again mopping back and forth down the hallway.

I walk down that hallway perhaps two dozen times a day and I never pay any attention to the floor. Like almost everyone else, if there is a smudge on a piece of tile, it doesn’t matter and it goes unnoticed. But to that custodian, a smudge matters. It matters enough that he would spend a few extra seconds getting rid of it. That custodian was a conscientious employee and as I watched him work, I could not help but admire him.

When the custodian had finished mopping the hallway, I walked down to him and asked him his name. His name is Calvin. I should have asked him that question a long time ago.

A Bit of Hopefullness In the Dark

I was at the apartment of my boyfriend, Chris, Friday evening. About 9PM I stepped outside his backdoor just so I could experience the night. Almost every evening I will wander out for a few minutes just so I can feel my little piece of the earth in the evening.

Behind Chris’s apartment there is a grassy field with a woodlot a few hundred yards off in the distance. I strolled out into the open area a ways to better take in the darkness.

It was an unusually mild night for January and I needed only a jacket. Overhead, half the sky was covered by some wispy clouds, clouds being illuminated slightly by the city’s lights. They looked as if they had been dabbed onto the heavens by an artist’s brush. Almost straight overhead there were no clouds, but there was Jupiter. And near Jupiter was the constellation Orion.

Now and then a gentle breeze came floating across the field. Way off somewhere I could hear a train whistle calling through the darkness. Once or twice I noticed the sound of a car traveling down a nearby street.

Sometimes a night seems happy to see me and sometimes it does not. Friday evening the night seemed to welcome my visit.

I had been standing alone in the field for about five minutes when Chris came out. He jokingly asked me if I were lonely standing out by myself and I told him that I wasn’t, that I had the darkness to keep me company, but he was invited too. Chris stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rested my left hand on his interlocked hands while my right hand motioned up towards Jupiter. I told Chris that if he looked at the planet with decent binoculars that he could see a few of its moons. I then pointed to Orion and another constellation, the Seven Sisters. I think Chris was impressed that I would know such things. I was impressed that he found what I said interesting.

Chris and I have been dating for about a month. I’m starting to think that he is happy that he found me. I just hope my goofiness does not annoy him right out of my life. So far, so good.

Guys Want a Future With A Bit of Mystery

For a few years now I have had this theory that most guys do not want their entire future to be etched in stone by a woman. The majority of guys want to maintain some mystery about what they will be doing ten and twenty years from now, and even where they will be doing it. There are a number of men who find what they perceive to be the “right woman”, and surrender to her vision of their mutual future, but many of these men do so with at least a bit of reluctance. I may be wrong about all of what I have just said, but I don’t think so. In fact, yesterday I was given additional evidence that my theory is valid. My older brother, Dane, called me up last night. He had experienced both a little terror and a little disappointment the evening before, and he called to tell me about it.

For a month Dane had been smitten by a woman at his workplace and about a week ago he finally mustered the courage to ask her out to dinner. She accepted and their big date took place a few evenings ago.

According to Dane, she resided in a very nice townhouse apartment. He knocked on the door and she asked him to come in. There in her living room along a wall was a beautiful, shiny piano. Dane said he was initially very impressed. He stated to his date that he had no idea that she played the piano and that she was going to have to play something for him sometime.

The woman announced that she did not play the piano or any musical instrument, and that the piano was for her children. Dane was a bit surprised by this revelation of children and said that he did not realize that she had kids. The woman calmly explained that she in fact did not have any kids right at the moment, that the piano was purchased for the kids she was going to have. Dane’s date proclaimed in no uncertain manner that each of her kids was going to learn how to play the piano, thus the purchase of the instrument.

My brother stated with melancholy-etched amusement that he was disconcerted by the idea of this woman buying a piano for her yet to be conceived children. Dane said, “I looked at this piano and thought about how it was part of some big life plan that she had already formulated, a life plan that obviously required a man, and I got totally freaked-out.”

I pretty much remember the exact words Dane said there at the end because I found it interesting that he said the woman’s plans “required” a man rather than “included” a man. To tell you the truth, that does sound kind of freaky.

I doubt there will be a second date. Dane is too free-spirited for such a calculating, purposeful woman. My theory is that most men are, or at least they want to be.




 

Okay, I'm Going To Say Stuff About Sex

I am going to write about sex for a few minutes. I actually like talking about sex, I just don’t like anyone hearing what I have to say about it. I know; I’m weird. After a long time of going without, I am now regularly getting it again, so I think this is a good time to state some of my thoughts on sex. Besides, no one reads my stupid blog anyway. I mean, just look how many readers’ comments I’ve gotten in my blog over the last month. Zeeerooo.

As I said in another blog entry, I do not like having sex outside a relationship. No one night stands for me. I think that bears repeating. I think part of that feeling has to do with the fact that I like to be held and cuddled in the moments before and after sex. Simply put; I like the tenderness found when sex is combined with an affectionate relationship. This is not to say that I require absolute love from a partner. I need to only like and respect that guy, however the “like” is not a “friendly” like, but more of a “romantic” like that is destined to eventually become love if everything works out. I hope that makes sense.

When it comes to sex, my current partner, Chris, and I begin things very slowly, at least so far. We're still new together. Anyway, I usually like starting off gradually. We neck for a while and then the clothes start coming off. My boobs aren’t the biggest, but Chris seems satisfied with them. They generally keep his hands and mouth occupied for a very nice few minutes... well, it isn't quite so nice when his hands are cold. :)  

Chris performed oral on me the second night we were together. Before he started he asked me if I wanted oral and I think I told him that it was up to him. I have sort of liked oral sex done to me but I have never been crazy about it. It’s been a take-it-or-leave-it thing. I think Chris might have changed that. He used the firm part just above his upper lip to massage my most sensitive part, meanwhile his lips and tongue did other magic. I don't think he ever used his hands. I just laid back and enjoyed it. I think it is the third time I have ever cum via oral and it did not take very long. The next night we were together I asked him to do oral on me again. That was a first; I have never actually requested oral sex. To tell you the truth, I think I wanted to write about sex in my blog just so I could mention the thing about Chris and his oral sex ability.

For the record; I have no aversion to doing the same for the guy. It's not my favorite thing, but on the other hand, I've never said no.

I do not like the thought of anal sex and Chris has never mentioned it. I’m hoping that he doesn’t like the thought of it either. I think it’s just a little bit gross. I guess I really don’t do anything too kinky or bizarre. But of course I will try different positions, and I don’t necessarily need a bed. If the guy I’m with and I can find some privacy outdoors, I would be all for it.   

When my guy is horny and in the mood, I usually try to accommodate him. Even if I’m not totally in the mood myself I’ll generally say okay. After all, I like him and want to do things for him even if I personally might not really want to do it right at that time. Besides, there have been occasions when I have found that my desires can heat up with a little prompting.

This might sound kind of dumb but I sort of like the guy to cum inside of me. So if the guy and I can do it fairly safely without a condom, that's how I prefer it. It’s not the actual feeling I like but sort of what it represents. I guess I should say again that I have never done a one night stand, that the guys I have been with are special to me. So I think the cum adds a little extra sensuality. In a sense it is a matter of feeling all of him. Weird, right?  

Okay, I’ve said enough.