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Being single isnt easy no matter where you live. Everyone complains. Being single here is a trip. Especially after being single for so long in California. San Francisco - The Bay Area has the highest rate of singles in the US. There are more single people there than anywhere else. The single life style is more accepted, and has a unique place. You dont really realize it until you leave there.
No matter where you live you complain. I meet women from all over the world and we all complain about the same thing - men. It doesnt matter where they are from. France, Italy, Canada, Sweden, they complain. Women come here and they think the men are so wonderful. They probably are - for two weeks. Then you get to know them. It is the same with men everywhere.
One thing though, living here, really taught me to appreciate the men in the U.S. (I hear American women gagging everywhere reading this blog post.) In the U.S. or the Bay Area, I know that I was valued for more than how I looked. Here women for the most part are still considered property and are still valued for their looks and how they appear.
They dont get the positive reinforcement that North American and European women get. The womens movement is just being born here. Women here are now just becoming financially independent. Hopefully they will soon have positive female role models. Women place all their self-esteem on their looks. Have you ever seen a place with so many beauty salons, places to get waxed, nails done, and many other beauty treatments?
Yes men are visual creatures. But I do know that most men in the US want a woman who is independent financially, emotionally, and mentally. They want someone who is an intellectual equal. Here? Ayyee.... If needy was a nightmare in California, it is a plus here. I still dont get it and really its OK. It is another culture.
So how does that play out in the dating game? Different. When I lived in California you could pretty much meet men where ever you wanted. You could meet them online, you could meet them on the street. Hey, the Marina Safeway is famous for singles meeting on Friday nights. There are singles dating services, video dating services, and singles parties.
Here all of that is new and most of the time it is weird or it makes good blog posts. That is because here, it is still considered best to meet someone by being introduced to them. There is still a stigma to meeting people in less traditional ways unless you are a vedette or rich and famous and then it doesnt matter.
Once when I lived in Oakland I was looking at olive oils in Safeway. A really good looking guy started looking at the olive oils with me. He started a conversation with me about which brand did I use and why, which eventually led to a conversation about cooking, which in the end led to an invitation for dinner and a possible joint cooking date. He gave me his card and told me to call. I did, and we dated for several months. He was a totally nice guy.
And the same thing happening here.... One day I was in Jumbo looking at olive oils when this guy appeared in my aisle. Que linda ojos tenis. he says to me. I sort of politely ignore him because I dont want to encourage him. Te gusta aceite de olivos? he asks me. (Now this is sort of a stupid question because why would I be looking at olive oil if I didnt like it?) I shake my head. I have learned that encouraging men in these situations is usually not a good idea. He however in his typical Argentine male fashion is not fazed at all and continues Que marca te gusta mas? Finally I tell him I like the cheapest brand they have hoping it will disgust him.
Sos extranjera, pense que sos de aca, de donde sos? Ah yes, I get this about 5 times a day too. I tell him I live here, but I am from the U.S. This of course opens the doors for 500 questions he can ask me and leaves no room for me to ask him questions. I do notice he is busily looking around. Then he moves in and asks me for my phone number. I laugh and tell him no. Porque no? he demands. Quiero cocinar para vos. he tells me. I slowly move up the aisle. TIenes MSN? he asks, again I decline. Sos divina, quiero conocerte. He smiles. I am finally able to make my get away to another aisle.
About 10 minutes later I see him pushing the cart with...oh my, another woman. What a surprise. He winks at me. Slime bag. I move right by him and ignore him. Later he finds me in another aisle and again asks me for my MSN. I tell him to go away. It is my sister. he insists. Yeah right.
Another time when I lived in California I was early for an appointment I decided to hang in Starbucks. I ended up talking to this guy who was working on his computer. We had nice conversation. He was really cute. We exchanged cards, emailed each other, and ended up dating for 6 months. He was a producer for a video game company and loads of fun.
One time here I was early for a doctors appointment in Martinez. I went to sit in Cafe Martinez. The cute guy across from me smiled. I smiled back. I know this is not a good thing to do, but whatever. Finally he came over with a lame excuse about the newspaper and ended up sitting down. Sos extranjera! he says to me. Pense que sos de aca, de donde sos? he asks me. I tell him the whole story, American, I live here, blah, blah, blah. Sometimes I feel like I should just have it all printed out on a piece of paper and give it to them.
Of course he wants to know if I am a) married or b) have a boyfriend. He wants my phone number, my email and/or my msn. He of course does not have a home phone, is not married, and does not have a girlfriend, and works in a doing as he is a I have to go now.
We wont talk about the cute guy I met walking Roxie (when she was alive) who seemed like a nice guy. We met for coffee in the plaza. Not more than two minutes into the he grabbed me and tried to stick his tongue down my throat and then wanted to know what the hell was wrong with me. My friends told me what did I expect since I met him on the street....oh, he was a lawyer. So much for sexual harassment.
Meeting guys the same way as I did in California doesnt seem to work here. So where do you meet them? You have to be creative. All my girlfriends complain. The ones that dance tango still hold out hope that they are going to find that magic man in the milonga. You know, the one with the great job, good looking, and dances well. Good luck. The others just dream. I keep telling them they need to be proactive.
They have mixers here. All kinds. You just have to find the ones that work for you. I try them all. Well maybe not all, but at least I go. I just cannot get the amigas to go. They say they will, but in the end they always cancel. They are too afraid of being rejected. They have visions of these parties being full of half dressed gorgeous 25 year old girls with perfect faces and bodies with all the men lusting after them. They see themselves as being old and not being desirable. Nothing could be further than the truth.
I only went to one event where I was probably the oldest person there. Well maybe not, but I felt that way. I know I didnt look it, but I felt it. I stayed for maybe an hour and then went to a milonga. When my friends asked me how it was, they gave me that knowing look. You see, they always think those parties are going to be full of gorgeous 25 year old girls with perfect bodies and faces. Its not true. But they wont even take a chance.
I guess compared to most of my friends I date a lot. Not to me. I guess I date interesting guys. Since they only go to milongas, or hang out in living rooms, they really are not going to meet many very interesting men. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince. I tell them. Only they dont want to kiss anyone. Well I am not exactly kissing all those frogs, but at least I am having coffee with them. I like to say I have my first and last date at the same time. I joke around and say it more efficient.
I always tell them about these parties. Next week is Internations I tell them. You remember that is where I met my great friend David and also Dany the guy I dated for 3 weeks. Three weeks is better than nothing and he is still my friend, sort of, and I had fun. The day of the Internations party each one of the them texts me that they cannot come with some lame excuse. I go myself.
I have a great time. I meet lots of people. No new men. I see some old friends. I want to stay later but I cannot. I have too much to do the next day. When I see my friends I get the solemn face and Como estuvo la fiesta? Once again they are shocked when I tell them it was great. Once again they were expecting it to be ravishing 25 year olds with perfect bodies and faces with all the men lusting after them. It is so sad that they feel this way. I tell them that there were people there of all ages with all kinds of bodies and faces.
Last week I tried another new party. I had heard this one was all young people. The host told me no, that it was great people and that I should please come. Every month I have had an excuse, and finally this month I decided to go. I had a blast. A party where I could dance everything BUT tango. I danced salsa, hip hop, swing, and who knows what. One guy called me a If he only knew how old I was. Oh my God, I had so much fun. I cant remember the last time I danced so much.
I ended up talking all night to a guy that owns a real estate company. He was very interesting. He has traveled all over the world, he is a champion wind surfer. At the end of the night he invited me for Chinese food next week. I said. he says to me. I like you, you are different. Yeah, we will see, because you know, my being different is usually the problem.
My friend David tells me to just be myself and not worry about what it is like to date here. He should talk. It is just as difficult for him as it is for me. It is too bad he is so young. This has been the challenge for me. Dating. Single I dont mind. Dating..that is another thing all together. I just wish I could get the amigas to go out there with me.

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Here lies a setting not so unfamiliar, or so I hope; a setting that we have been a part of, or one that we are aware of. The atmosphere surrounding our two companions is dense with desire. In a moment, all is negligible except these two human beings of the opposite sex, that are getting to know each other in a quasi-traditional phenomenon we prefer to designate the mundane word, ‘date’. All seems normal; our humble and nice fellow Martin is enjoying a non-threatening cocktail with our fervently desirable and savvy lady Elyse. Sitting facing each other, Martin is drinking an illustrious Mojito Royal and our dear Elyse has requested an unusual, yet tactical, virgin Bloody Mary. Martin, leaning more forward than one would appreciate, expressing a closed body and a tender aggression that persuades Elyse to bring her slim shoulders back to her chair. Martin’s gaze is one of admiration mixed with smug success, while Elyse accidentally betrays a certain discomfort and almost haughty demeanour with her own. There are of course more to our two current subjects and the situation, much more beneath the appearance of the situation; the appearance deludes, and this delusion makes one yearn for an unfolding. One ardently desires to unfold the thoughts and agendas of each of our two subjects, and through this road perhaps build a better understanding. It is perhaps most rewarding and most noxious to attempt to bring to surface what is hidden behind phenomena. Non-the-less, it is desirable and by this desire one can proceed to the unfolding, head high.

Adjacent this scene sits an observer, a perceptual subject, someone that manifests the causations, elusions and illusions that are fertile in such ‘normal’ encounters. Try and imagine being able to see more and deeper than usual, not just what is present to you there and then, but what hides underneath it. Can we be bold enough to say that that is the truth or the essence of the phenomenon; why the phenomenon is? Further, can we be bold enough to say that our perceptive comrade, Mr. Jabin, serves as a medium for the unfolding? Mr. Jabin encounters this truth of the phenomenon and shocks our modest Martin and Elyse. Anyways, the rest of this post will proceed in dialogue format.
Martin: What a lovely night, don’t you think?
Elyse: I agree, it’s beautiful.
Martin: You know, when I asked you out, I was rather worried you would say no. There was something about you that put me in anticipation.
Elyse: What do you mean?
Martin: I don’t know, you appear very together and sure of yourself, so much so that made me question my self-assuredness.
Elyse: Really, I didn’t know I did that to people; you’re the first to make it apparent. I wonder if everyone feels the same.
Martin: I wouldn’t know, but I’m glad I’m of some use.
Elyse: …
Martin: I am sure you’ve experienced this question before, and who hasn’t, but I will try to make it as interesting as I can. What is your great contribution to our humble world?
Elyse: I don’t get it; you mean what do I do?
Martin: (Nods)
Elyse: Oh, I am a beauty consultant for a modeling agency; don’t know if you’ve heard of it – Slim and Slender?
Martin: Right.
Elyse: Yeah, I mostly deal with make-up and skincare.
Martin: How did you get into beauty consultation?
… After an hour and twenty minutes of two cocktails, endless probing questions by Martin and Elyse asking no personal questions in return; Martin will ask the most penetrating question that will pierce right through the date for these two. He gazes at his watch and proceeds…
Martin: How would like to go to a club? I have some friends that are meeting up in central.
Elyse: No thanks, I should really be getting home; I had a nice time though. I will call you sometime.
Martin: Why not?
Elyse: It’s just getting late you know, I have arrangements for tomorrow morning, and I’ve a long day.
Martin: Oh come on, a couple of hours won’t hurt. Plus you’ve got nothing to lose, you’ll meet new people, go to a lively environment, you won’t even feel your fatigue. I promise to get you back home a.s.a.p. to sleep in time for tomorrow.
Elyse: Really, Martin, thank you but I’d rather go home and spend the night in.
Martin: Come on, don’t be boring, and live on the edge a little. Come out and have a great time.
Elyse: You agree that all night I’ve asked you no questions, I’m sure you’ve wondered why; after all you appear to be an astute fellow.
Martin: …
Elyse: So here is my first and only question of the night to you, Martin. From this, I will know all I need to know about you – or maybe I already know who you are and what you are about, and this is just me seeking an affirmation. Tell me Martin, why do you really want me to come clubbing with you?
At this point Martin is flabbergasted, unaware of where that came from and fully aware of the intention. He sweats ever so slightly but inside he is steaming, he knows not what to say.
Martin: … I want you to come out and have some fun with me and a couple of mates; that’s all.
Elyse: Have fun with you and your friends? Or you hoping that they will sell you to me; tell me how great a lover and person you are. Or maybe your friends are just an excuse and you just want to have some fun with me?
Martin: … No.
Elyse: Listen, I am not stupid, I would have thought that my having no alcohol the whole night was obvious enough. I know what you want and I know what I don’t – you are the latter. Nevertheless I want to be sure, so answer my question, why do you want me to come out clubbing with you?
Martin: I…
Mr. Jabin: …Want to sleep with you.
Elyse Martin: …
Mr. Jabin: My apologies, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but my dear you changed your tone so much and with such assured aggression that one cannot be blamed for their inappropriate interest. Anyways, I am Mr. Jabin; kids call me Mr. J – makes it easier.
Elyse: Elyse.
Martin: Martin.
Mr. J: Well, Elyse, Martin, I was wondering if I may buy you two another round? You both fascinate me and I wish to talk to you on the duration of the round. Elyse you’re drinking a bloody Mary right? And Martin, you’re enjoying a Mojito?
Elyse: Yes, virgin bloody Mary, thank you but I was about leave.
Martin: Mojito Royal, thank you but I think I should get going, I am meeting my friends in a half hour.
Mr. J: Virgin bloody Mary, now there’s something you don’t hear everyday, and Mojito Royal, I wonder what the difference is. Anyways, I urge you guys to stay just for this drink; you may enjoy what I have to say. The duration is entirely up to you, after all, it’s only one drink, and then you can leave. I even promise to pay for both your cabs.
Elyse: I don’t know…
Martin: You’ve got half an hour from me.
Elyse: Alright, I’ll stay too. What have you got to say old man?
Mr. J: Excellent. I must say, I was inspired by your honesty Elyse, and your forward yet reserved attitude with Martin. Martin, I was fascinated by your guile and subtlety; it was obvious that you cared about Elyse’s feelings. Yet both of you are here, both hoping for something, both carrying something with you and both attempting to get or achieve something. I will talk for a while because you’ve limited my time, so please I urge you to stop me if you feel that you need to say something. Was this supposed to be a date?
Elyse: Yes.
Mr. J: Then it clearly didn’t go very well, or rather as you both have hoped it would go?
Martin: No.
Mr. J: I see, so this is what you hoped for – that the date would go well, yet at the same time it isn’t what you hoped for is it guys? You both had different ideas of what you hoped would happen. Martin had a different picture of you before he came here and as did you Elyse, otherwise you would have not agreed to the date.
Elyse: …
Mr. J: Here’s what I think guys. You’ll both go away and think about this date. This is elementary stuff, you both know this. Both of you are affected by this encounter. Both, I would say, are disappointed by it. Yet, will any of you two ask yourselves why? Perhaps you both will and settle with the answer, “It’s her”, or “It’s him”. Once you’ve made this claim, there are two ways you can go, either, it’s ‘her’ or ‘him’ just the once, or it’s every ‘her’ or every ‘him’. You’ll both, or one of you, eventually come to the conclusion that it is the counterpart’s fault, due to the frequency of the encounters – due to the fact that it happens all the time and with many others.
Elyse Martin: …
Mr. J: There will be one of you, and I am willing to place my money on Elyse at the moment, although this is usually Martin’s question, who will ask eventually “what if it’s me.

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(August 2001)

Sara sat in her room sobbing, as she relived that horrible night to her best friend Jennifer. Sara had few friends, since she was a virgin and did not engage in the ribald antics of the rest of her senior class. She did not go to many parties, but she was happy with herself and her commitment to remain a virgin until she met the right man.

Jennifer was no virgin, but one of the only classmates who accepted Sara's decision and did not give her a hard time about it, like the others. Since it was 2 weeks until graduation, everyone was invited to all the year end parties, regardless of which clique they associated themselves with.

Sara did not want to go to Racquel's party, but she went along just to be sociable. She planned to stay a few moments and leave. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of toasting and merriment, Tonya and Brad, the horniest couple in school, were making out, standing in the middle of a ring of students egging them on. Brad's hands found their way under her shirt, Tonya's thigh was grinding into Brad's crotch. Brad was humping her leg like a dog.

Sara decided it was more than time to go, but found herself in the middle of a crowd that was not about to let her exit. She hear a whoop go up from the crowd and turned just in time to see Brad's jeans around his thighs, and Tonya's face buried in his crotch. Brad was moaning like he was about to die, and more than one guy in the crowd was massaging his own swollen jeans.

That did it, Sara shouldered herself out of the crowd and headed for the door. As she got to the sidewalk, she heard quick footsteps behind her. It was Nate, the football star, basketball star, the most popular guy in the school. He'd just broken up with his snotty bitch of a girlfriend when he found her in the boys bathroom exhibiting her self for a group of masturbating boys.

"Wait up Sara" he called. Sara wondered how in the world he even knew her name.

"Things got a little raunchy in there" he said, sheepishly.

"Yeah" she replied. Not sure what else to say. "How are you getting home?" Nate asked. "It's kind of far to walk".

Sara was surprised that he even knew where she lived. "Well, i hadnt really thought about it, i was just interested in getting out of there". "Let me drive you Sara. I don't feel much like partying anyway".

The two of them got into Nate's car. "Want to stop for a soda or something first?" he asked as he started the car. "Sure, why not" Sara replied. They drove through a fast food place and got a couple of Pepsi's to go and stopped along the lake front to sip on them. It was a cool breezy night, Sara was just glad to be away from that stifling, smoke filled party.

Nate turned to her and asked in a quiet voice "can i ask you something?" Sara nodded, lost in thought about her college choice and getting out of that little town. "Why are you a virgin? I mean, everyone knows it, and i just don't get it. You are a pretty girl and i know you've had offers."

Sara was not sure if she should be insulted or not. He was asking what seemed to be a reasonable question.

"Well", she started, "i am waiting until i find..." Nate cut her off. "I mean, how do you know that you won't like it unless you try it?" Sara became wary.

"That's not the point Nate. It's just not my style," "I think you're just scared" Nate said, moving closer to her. Sara panicked, she tried to grab the door handle but Nate was faster. She screamed and he shoved his hand roughly over her mouth.

"You know what the problem is? You've never been with a guy who had what it takes to show you what you're missing" Sara's eyes were wild. How could this happen?? She struggled, but his huge football player's body was blocking her efforts.

The next thing she knew his hand was under her skirt, his fingers working their way under the crotch of her cotton panties.

She shrieked, which was muffled in his hand. Nate's eyes were glazed over, his mouth gaping and his fingers tore at her panties. "Relax baby, if you're all tense its going to be a little more painful than it should be."

"No" Sara sobbed beneath his hand.

"Please NO!"

"You just don't know what you're missing" Nate growled as his other hand tore at his gym shorts. His huge, red, dripping cock popped out and Sara screamed again. Before she knew what was happening, his knee separated her thighs and his cock was pushing at her pubic hairs.

She tried to skitter away, but he held her fast. His free hand had been stroking his cock, but how it held a clump of her hair tightly. "Just relax sweetheart, let it happen then i dare you to tell me you don't love it!"

She tried to jerk away but a blinding burning flash of pain tore through her as his cock found it's mark and slammed into her virgin vagina. She was so overwhelmed by what was happening, she went limp and ceased to fight. But her tears flowed thickly down his hand as the oblivious guy pumped his hot cock into her, muttering the whole time how sweet and tight her hole was. How good she felt, how he was going to teach her a sweet lesson she would never forget.

The next thing Sara remembered, his pace quickened, his breath came in gasps and he shouted to God as a hot sticky mess exploded inside her. The massive amount of juice flowed out of her and coated her inner thighs. Nate collapsed back against the driver's door, gasping deeply, his cock standing out from his body and covered with thick cum.

Sara scrambled out of the passenger door and ran for the road. Before she reached the street, she straightened her clothes, aware that she had no idea where her panties were, and walked the several miles home.

When Jennifer could not reach her by phone she went to her house, convinced that something was wrong. And God was she right! Jennifer was fuming, ready to call the police and have Nate arrested.

Sara was too humiliated to do that, and begged Jenn not to so her parents would not find out. Jenn knew that was a bad decision on Sara's part, but agreed. Still, Jenn plotted revenge for her pure friend, who was spoiled by that ape Nate who thought he was god's gift to sex.

Slowly a plan hatched in Jenn's brain, and she enlisted the help of 3 other cheerleaders. While they all had poked fun at Sara at one time or another, as soon as the 3 heard what had happened and Jenn's plan for revenge, they were more than happy to help and vowed their silence for all time.

Jenn's brother Matt was gay, and a total waste of a hunk, according to all the women who knew him. Matt cried when he heard Sara's story from Jenn, he really liked Sara and she had been a good friend to him when many were not. Matt agreed to help Jenn with her diabolical plan and made a phone call to a guy he knew who would be more than willing to help. Five days later, Nate was working out in the basement weight room at the school.

The janitor thought Nate had Pro Football possibilities and would lock him in there before he left for the day so Nate could continue his workouts for as long as he liked, then exit by a self locking side door. Nate was at his best, wearing only his trademark skimpy gym shorts, the same he'd been wearing the night of Sara's rape.

The group came down the hall so silently, that Nate jumped when he saw the shadow on the wall. Nate had never seen this guy before.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Nate hollered.

"The name's Bruce, and you must be Nate?"

"Yeah" responded Nate, quite wary of the unexpected visitor. "So how did you get in here".

"Well, i heard you were working out in here and i wanted to have a little talk with you." Nate sat up on the weight bench, "About what?" Bruce stood before him, the group of 5 girls waiting in the hallway held their breath.

"Well, i have seen you play football and you look pretty good out there"

"Thanks" replied Nate, so taken with the compliment he started to drop his guard. After all, this guy was built like a bull moose, maybe he was some kind of pro here to scout him?

"Yeah" Bruce continued, "you look real good", a sly smile played on his lips. "I found myself thinking that i'd love to grab a handful of that tight hard ass of yours just to see how it felt in my hand."

Nate startled so badly he almost lost his balance. "Hey pal, i don't know who you are or how you got down here, but that's not my style. So beat it, now!" In a flash it was over, Bruce lunged at Nate. Using the element of surprise, it was not difficult to get him bent over the weight bench and handcuffed to the uprights.

Nate screamed furiously, "Who the hell are you? And what's this all about?? I told you, it's not my style!"

Sara stood in the doorway. "That's what i told you too Nate. Remember what you told me? You said how will i know if i don't ever try it."

Nate's eyes bugged out. He had never seen such a look on sweet Sara's face. Her features were hardened, her arms crossed. Then, standing behind her, was Jennifer and three of his other "conquests", each of these women had an ax to grind with Nate and he started to understand the horrible consequences of what was about to happen! Bruce grinned meanly at Nate, "I think i'm the guy to show you what you've been missing Nate."

The ladies settled themselves on the gym mats, Sara never took her eyes off of Nate. She was going to enjoy Jenn's plan immensely! Bruce turned his attention back to Nate.

"Now, what were you saying Nate?" he asked softly as me moved closer to him. Nate was held fast by the handcuffs and the awkward position, which thrust his ass out in a very inviting position, as far as Bruce could see.

Bruce laid his palm on Nate's ass and started to stroke him softly. Nate cursed and pulled at the restraints to no avail. Bruce grasped Nate's waistband and gently tugged his gym shorts to his ankles. The ladies watching let out a whoop, Nate let out a roar followed by more cursing. Nate's cock was drawn up to his balls in terror. Bruce reached between Nate's legs and started to tug gently on the shrunken member.

Nate thrashed, but Bruce held firm. "Hmmm" he said, "not a whole lot here to crow about, now is there big man!"

"Stop" screamed Nate. Don't touch me!" Bruce turned to Sara, "Is that what you told him Sara".

"Yes, it is" Sara said with a hardness in her voice. Bruce turned to Nate "Did you respect Sara's wishes when she said that to you Nate?"

Nate moaned, he fully understood what was about to happen to him. Bruce stood in front of Nate and lowered his own gym pants. A huge 10 inch cock sprung out, at least as big around as a cop's nightstick.

There was a gasp from the ladies, then a sigh when they realized that Bruce would only be using that magnificent tool on other men! He stroked it in Nate's face a couple of times, which only seemed to make it grow more.

Nate was now crying, begging Bruce to let him go. Bruce quietly reminded Nate that Sara had made the same reasonable request of him a few nights back. Bruce moved to Nate's exposed ass, and spread his ass cheeks.

He positioned the head of his huge tool against Nate's puckered hole. Nate gasped and cried out again to be let go. Bruce smiled wickedly at the ladies gallery. "Well Sara, it's your call. Do i let him off that easy". Sara hissed from between her teeth "Hell no!" And applause and shouts of encouragement went up from the rest of them. With that approval, Bruce started to rock firmly against Nate's asshole.

"Now Nate, i am sure that once you've seen how great this feels you will want it all the time. Isn't that what you told Sara?" No response other than sobs from Nate.

The head of Bruce's cock popped through the outer ring of muscles in Nate's ass. Nate let out a shout of protest.

"Relax baby, if you're all tense its going to be a little more painful than it should be." said Bruce, as Nate heard his own words to Sara echoing in his ears.

Bruce had told the girls what to expect, the physiological reactions to watch for. There was no doubt that, although Nate was completely heterosexual, his body would respond in a sexual way, simply from the pressure of Bruce's cock against his prostate and other internal organs.

Nate surely did not know that this did not indicate that he was gay, but they were certainly not going to fill him in on that detail either! As soon as Bruce's cock head popped into Nate's anus, Nate's cock gave a little jump and stood out prominently!

The ladies hooted loudly and told Nate that he MUST be liking that! Nate sobbed in protest, but was unheard over their shouts of glee. Bruce then increased the pressure of his rocking, shoving inches more of his cock into Nate's virgin ass, producing the expected reaction in Nate's own cock.

Soon, precum started to drip from Nate's cock. Bruce knew this, and removed his cock from Nate's ass. "Excuse me a second ladies. A little break in the action while i nibble on my favorite sweet treat!"

With that, Bruce knelt in front of the sobbing Nate and licked the clear sweet precum from his protruding cock.

The ladies gallery roared with approval, egging Bruce on to deep throat him, which he did with a flourish! Having had his fill, Bruce announced that Nate was ready for the "big finish".

With that, Bruce repositioned himself at Nate's ass and told him to hold on tight. After a few torturous moments of teasing, while Bruce worked his cock head back into Nate's raw red asshole, he reared back and said "here we go boy!" and slammed the full 10 inch length of his cock hard into Nate's now-non-virgin ass!

Nate let out a shrill high pitched scream, and just as he did, his cock let go with a torrent of cum! Nate's cum squirted far and in gobs.

Again and again as Bruce pumped mercilessly at Nate's ass, Nate's cock responded with more cum than the boy had produced in his whole life!

The girls cheered wildly as the rape of Nate was completed with a flourish. Bruce emptied his massive cock into Nate's ass, then unceremoniously slipped out of his ass and wiped himself on Nate's back.

Nate stood sobbing as blood and semen ran out of his ass. Sara went up to him and said, "There Nate. Now you can make an informed decision on whether you like it or not because now you have tried it!"

With that, the group left the room, and left Nate to be found in the morning, naked, his violated ass exposed to his finders, with dried blood and cum on his legs and the floor.

He never told what happened to him that night, although the police questioned him thoroughly.

And none of the ladies ever spoke of it again. But in Sara's heart, she knew that she'd had the sweetest revenge possible.

And that Nate had learned, as he had promised to her when he raped her, a sweet lesson he would never forget.

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I know a lot fellows are what you could call ass men, they love a chick with a sexy backside. But, I also know that theres a lot of men like me who are boob guys. You chaps are going to love this busty blonde coed named Lenka. Shes got a curvy body with a pair of near consummate boobs. Tonight, she went out wearing this tight white tank top that got her a lot of attention. One of the men, hitting on her at the night club was this lucky prick named George. He was the lucky one that got to bring her home tonight. Check out these photos and see what this busty teen and her new friend did after the place closed.
Back at his apartment, they kept drinking. She was feeling a little buzzed and very horny. Thats when clothes started coming off and he started to play with her large boobs. Hes soon licking her nipples, even gently biting on them. Her nipples are so sensitive and all of the attention makes her very oozy . Shes soon on her knees, with his beefy dong between her soft cleavage. She pushes her boobs together and hes soon titty fucking her. He wouldve been happy to semen that way, but she also gives him a blowjob and they fuck, before he finally cums all over those hot boobs.
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Do you like CG bang? How about horny lesbian 3D action? Computer generated fuck has brought new meaning to the porn industry - see these horny sluts doing whatever the artist wanted them to do - with no limits and absolutely zero imperfections on their beautiful bodies. This particular couple of lesbians starts out gazing at the sunset, holding each other, and wearing nothing but a sheer top that really lets their boobs pop out good, and nylons stockings and sheer thongs.
See the brunette start kissing on the blondes neck, while embracing her and with her perky tits smooshed up into hers. She gets the blonde 3D girl horny and gives her many goosebumps. The blonde ends up holding the brunette gal and they enjoy the sunset together. They turn around with their backs facing each other. This really brings on a sense of curiosity for both horny girls. The brunette grabs the blondes ass and kisses her neck and then drops to her knees with her head on the blonde animated girls left boob, while the blonde holds her right boob. The brunette bends the blonde over, as if she is going to paddle her.
There is a hot shot of both girls with their booties sticking out in the air, before they get into fucking position. The brunette gets the blonde on the ground with her legs spread and rubs her own twat into the blondes by grinding her clit into the other girls clitty.

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Heritage sites and Places of interest

Dubai Museum
Al Fahidi Fort, which houses the dubai Museum, was built around 1787, and once guarded the landward approaches to the town.
Revonated in 1971 for use as a museum, its colourful life size dioramas vividly depict everyday life in the days before the discovery of oil. Galleries recreate scenes from the Creek, traditional Arab houses, mosques, the souk, date farms and desert and marine life. One of the more spectacular exhibits portrays pearl diving, including sets of pearl merchants weights, scales and sieves. Also on display, are artifacts from several excavations in the emirate, recovered from graves that date back to the third millennium BC.
Sheikh Saeeds House
The official residence of Sheikh Saeed Al Maktoum, Ruler of Dubai (1912-1958) and grandfather of the present Ruler, Sheikh Maktoum bin Rashid Al Maktourm, has been restored to stand proud again on the Shandagha end of Dubai Creek.
The house, which dates from 1896, today houses a rare collection of historic photographs, coins, stamps and documents that record Dubais history.
The Bastakiya
The old district of Bastakiya with its narrow lanes and tall windtowers provides a hint of okd Dubai. A Short walk from Al Fahidi Fort, it is the largest concentration of traditional courtyard houses in Dubai.
Hatta Heritage Village
Nestled among the Hajjar Mountains, overlooking a fertile oasis, the 16th century Hatta village provides a fine example of traditional style village architecture. Dating back four hundred years, it consists of two watchtowers, a mosque and houses constructed of stone, mud, reeds and palm tree trunks built around the imposing Hatta Fort domination the village.
Burj Nahar
One of the many watchtowers that once guarded the old city, built in 1870, the restored Burj Nahar in 1992 in its picturesque gardens in Deira is popular with photographers.
Sheikh Obaid bin Thani House
Located in the Shindagha area near Sheikh Saeed Al Maktoum House, it was built in 1916. The 1250 sq.m two storey house is made of stone and mud with traditional style windows, doors and facades. The house is currently undergoing conversion to a museum.
Bait Al Wakeel
Built in 1934 by the late Sheikh Rashid bin Saeed Al Maktoum, Bait Al Wakeel was the first office building in Dubai. At the edge of the Creek near the abra landing, the buildings restoration was completed in 1995.
Heritage Village and Diving Village
A traditional heritage village, located near the mouth of Dubai Creek in the Shindagha district, features potters and weavers practicing traditional crafts, as well as exhibits and demonstrations of pearl diving. It is a place where the visitors can take a step back in time and experience some of Dubais culture and heritage.
Al Ahmadiya School
Established in 1912, Al Ahmadiya School was the first regular school in Dubai, located in the Al-Ras area of Deira. The two-storey building was renovated in 1995 for use as a museum of education.
Heriatage House
The oldest part of the house dates back to the 1890s, with many newer parts added in later years. It is a large courtyard house with more than 10 rooms and a rectangular windtower.
Majlis Um-Al Sheif
Built around 1955 as a summer retreat for the late Sheikh Rashid bin Saeed Al Maktoum, the majlis is located in the Jumeirah area near the sea and features a traditional palm tree garden with a irrigation system.
Bur Dubai Creekside
The buildings lining the Bur Dubai side of the creek provided the main panorama of the old city. The traditional facades of these buildings have been restored to their original state, with wooden windows, decorative gypsum panels and screens.
Old Souks
The two main souks of Bur Dubai and Deira are being restored to highlight the historical commercial roots of the city. Both markets are covered with traditional roofing and materials, with shops featuring old-style wooden doors.
Archaeological Sites
There are four main excavation sites in Dubai, at Al Qusais, Al Sufooh, Jumeirah and Hatta. The first two are graveyards dating back more than 2,000 years. The Jumeirah site reveals artifacts from the 7th to 15th centuries AD. These sites are not yet open to the public. However tourists or tour operators may obtain a special permit from Dubai Museum to visit the digs.
Roundhouse
Located on the Dubais Beach road on site of former ruler H.H. Sheikh Rashid bin Saeed Al Maktoums office. A replica of the has been constructed to honour the site where documents were signed in 1972 for the formation of UAE, uniting the ecirates of Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Sharjah, Fujairah, Umm Al Quwain and Ajman. Ras Al Khaimah joined later.
The United Arab Emirates
Dubai is the second largest of the seven emirates which make up the United Arab Emirates and ranks as the countrys leading commercial centre. Abu Dhabi, which is the federal capital, Sharjah, Ajman, Umm Al Quwain, Ras Al Khaimah and Fujairah are the other six emirates.
Location and Area
Dubai is located on the southern shore of the Gulf in the south-eastern part of the Arabian peninsula. It lies between 5516 East and 2516 North. The total area of the Emirates is 3,885 sq.km.
Visas
Please check the VISA situation at time of booking
Climate
Dubai has a sub-tropical arid climate. Temperatures range from 10 to 30 degrees celcius in winter and can reach as high as 48 degrees celcius in summer. Rainfall is predominantly in winter and amounts to some 13cm annually.
Clothing
Lightweight summer clothing can be worn for most of the year, but the temperature can drop quite sharply at night during the winter. At the pool or on the beaches, trunks, swim-suits, shorts or bikinis are quite acceptable but, when in the city, care should be taken not to give offence by wearing clothing which may be considered revealing.
Language
The national language is Arabic but English is widely used in business.
Alcohol
Alcohol is freely available in hotel restaurants and bars, but not outside the hotels.
Photography
Normal tourist photography is acceptable but it is considered offensive to photograph Muslim women. It is also courteous to request permission before photographing men.
Currency
The monetary unit is the Dirham (Dh) which is divided into 100 fils.
Banks
Many international banks are represented by branches in Dubai. Bank hours are 08h00 to 13h00 Saturday though Wednesday, 08h00 to 12 noon Thursday. Some are open 16h30 to 18h30.
Credit Cards
American Express, Diners Club, Visa, Mastercard etc. are generally accepted in the main hotels and the larger shops.
Tipping
Tipping practices are similar to most parts of the world. Where no service charge is included, 10 percent is adequate.
Bargaining
Bargaining is expected in the souk and is quite usual elsewhere. Vendors will usually drop the price and often quite substantially, particularly for a cash sale.
Electricity
The electricity supply in Dubai is 220/240 volts at 50 cycles. US-made appliances may need a transformer.
Water
Tap water is quite safe to drink. But locally bottled mineral water is generally served in hotels and restaurants.

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The erotic Hentai games are full of interactive virtual sex actions potent and thrilling enough to cause the strongest of sexual arousals in the mind of any adult of any age. In such an erotic Hentai game, the Hentai gamer finds himself cold and lost in the middle of the woods in the beginning of this Bishoujo extravaganza. The gamer while struggling against the strong winds amidst pouring rain, falls down the slope of a hill and injures himself. On gaining consciousness he finds himself in bed with a beautiful woman. She is as sexy as the hot Sakura of the Naruto fame and the luscious girl tries to warm up his cold body through highly erotic massage.

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These pictures are not actually from the party. They are (obviously) from when I caught the bouquet at the wedding where I had to wear this dress because I was one of The Roommate's bridesmaids. (By the way, yes, I'm copying other anon bloggers who have posted pictures, by blocking out parts of my face or not showing my face altogether. This makes me a little nervous, but I've decided that, in the end, I just don't care.) So anyway, even though these pictures aren't from the party that night, I arrived there looking mostly like that.

I did a quick scan of the room, but I didn't see The Artist. Not that I really expected to spend the evening with him. I expected to sit at a table with my department, which is what I did. All the single girls snagged a table together. From where I was sitting, I inadvertently had an excellent view of the entrance to the ballroom. And a few minutes after I had settled in my seat, I saw The Artist enter the room, also looking fantastic (as expected). Two steps behind him followed a member of the opposite sex. A date! My heart fluttered but did not sink. I was too far away to see who it was, but I thought there was a possibility that she was one of his younger sisters. (Later, someone told me this was not true. And that is when my heart sank.)

Just before the evening officially began, I shot off a quick text to The Media Fan (who had been one of the people pushing me to ask The Artist to be my date to the party). I texted: "I am only going to send you this one text then i'll talk to you tomorrow. The Artist brought a date." Less than a minute later, she texted back, "What the?!" and I laughed to myself and put my phone away for the evening.

The Artist and his date ended up sitting on the other side of the room from me, and my back was to their table, which is probably best. It prevented me from staring all through dinner to see if any flirting or cutesy food-sharing was going on. As the evening progressed, I tried to think about the situation as little as possible. The Media Fan's answer to my text did give me a glimmer of hope that it was just a friend date because if he were dating someone, surely he would have told The Media Fan (and she in turn would have told me).

Everyone performed their skits, and the prizes were given out, and everything happened fairly smoothly throughout the night. Around 10:00, the party was declared over, and everyone began to shuffle around and gather their things, take pictures, and say hi to people they hadn't gotten to see yet. I had driven myself and the other girl in our carpool to the party, and she said she was going to go talk to a few people before we left. So I made my way over to a coworker of mine whose wife I hadn't met yet and made small talk with them for a while. When I turned around, I spotted the girl from my carpool up at the front of the room talking to a few people. Standing just a few feet away from that group, with his date, was The Artist. Trying my best to appear calm and natural, I headed toward the front of the room, under the pretense of joining my friend in her group so we could head home. When I reached her group, The Artist's eyes met mine, so I smiled and walked toward him and his date instead.

He surprised me by holding his arms out for a hug while I was en route. We had never hugged before, and it was not a gesture I was expecting at all, especially in front of his date. Delighted by this wonderful new development, I embraced him warmly then we settled into an easy chat about how long it had felt since we'd seen each other. He did not introduce me to his date, which I felt bad about (for her sake). He seemed engrossed in conversation with me, and he even had his body turned toward me, and away from her, while we talked. The poor girl just stood there and smiled politely while we talked. Finally, when there was a pause, I looked her in the eye and said sweetly, "Hi, I'm Emmeline, by the way." The Artist blinked his eyes like a cartoon character snapping out of a trance (seriously, that is what he looked like! it was so cute!) and immediately apologized then made a hasty round of introductions. He referred to me as his "carpool buddy," but did not tell me anything about how he knew her. I took this also as a good sign.

By that time, we had reached an awkward pause and I decided it was time to find my passenger. We said our goodbyes and he said he'd see me in the morning for carpool. Then I left.

When I got home, I called The Media Fan and gave her all the details so we could try to figure out together what it all meant. She did not think it could have been a true date for the reasons I had already outlined in my mind:

1. She didn't know about it and intends to be offended if she later finds out it was a real date (because they really are very good friends)
2. He hugged me right in front of the date. To me, this was a sign because he has never hugged me before. To The Media Fan, it was telling because she is confident that had he been on a real date, he would have observed every possible courtesy, including not touching other females in intimate fashions, even if only for an innocent hug, and certainly not initiating such contact, which he did.
3. He failed to introduce me to the date right away. (I like to think this happened because he got flustered by my presence and was so happy to be seeing and talking to me that he forgot she was even standing there. I honestly do think he forgot she was there, but I don't know if I'd go as far as to say it was because he likes me.)

After The Media Fan and I had exhausted all possible scenarios, we hung up and I got a text from one of my coworkers: "I saw The Artist hug you in front of his date!!! Merry Christmas to you!"

I wrote back: :)

The next morning (yesterday), I was running a little late for carpool, so I decided to skip getting a lunch, in hopes that I could mention this to The Artist and perhaps we'd go out to eat together. We have never eaten lunch together before, or done anything outside of work or carpool together, as I've mentioned before. But my hope was not completely unfounded. There is actually a backstory there.

There is this old-school, greasy-spoon-looking restaurant that we pass every day on our way to work. It is just down the street from our office. On my first day in carpool, I pointed out the restaurant and expressed my desire to eat there because it looks like it has character. On that day, The Artist said he had been there once, about a year ago, and had been meaning to go back because they had the best fried green tomatoes. I said, "Well, we should go sometime because I want to try it." He said "okay," and just as I had been about to suggest we go that day, one of the other girls in the car (back then, there were two others who used to carpool with us) chimed in and said something that eventually changed the direction of the conversation.

So, I met The Artist and the other girl for carpool yesterday morning. She knows all about my crush, so whenever it's possible without making it look obvious to him, she lets me sit in the front when it's his turn to drive, and she tries to let him sit in the front when it's my turn to drive, but he often refuses because he's so damn courteous all the time!

Anyway, so we drove to work and had the usual morning discussion. He may usually do this, but this particular morning, I was specifically aware of his frequent glances at me while we were talking. There were some pauses in the flow of conversation, but nothing where I could casually suggest we go out to lunch without sounding like I had been planning it all along. So when we pulled into work and I still hadn't had a chance to bring it up, I wrote it off as a "well, maybe next time" kind of issue. The last thought I allowed myself to have was, "If I run into him in the kitchen while making coffee, I'll ask him then." This was more of an attempt to dodge my own mental self-criticism for failing the task at hand. I never see him once we get inside the work building, so it was highly unlikely I'd run into him while I was making my coffee.

We parted ways and said "have a good day" and "see you later" and all that. I went to my office and put down all my stuff at my desk and started my computer. Then I went to the kitchen to make my coffee. While it was sizzling into my cup, The Artist walked into the kitchen. I could not believe my luck. He walked right up to the counter and stood next to me, and we began talking again. Somehow there was a non-awkward way to mention casually that I hadn't brought my lunch and that I was planning on trying to find an alternative. He mentioned that he hadn't brought one either. (Oh sweet nectar of the gods, could I really be this lucky?!) We went on to talk about our "bachelor fridges" at home and how we need to clean them out and/or go grocery shopping.

Then my coffee was finished and I could linger no longer. So I picked up my cup and said nonchalantly as I walked toward the hallway, "Well, if you want a lunch partner today, I'll be free."

He smiled and said, "Sure, just come by my office and we can figure something out."

As if I had just thought of it that very moment, I said, "Hey, you know what we should do?"

"What?" he said innocently. (Great job, Emmeline. He doesn't suspect a thing!)

"We should go to [Greasy Spoon Restaurant]--"

Before I could finish, his face lit up, and he said, "Yeah!"

I said, "Remember how a long time ago [really only two months or so] we said we'd go there, and we never have!"

He said, "Yeah, definitely. Let's go there."

After agreeing to meet in the office lobby at noon, I went back to my office beaming and announced to my coworkers that I had lunch plans. They all oohed and aahed and knew exactly what I meant.

It was difficult for me to concentrate the rest of the morning because I kept thinking about our pending lunch plans. Mostly what I kept thinking about was whether The Artist was going to invite some of his coworkers. I figured this was a likely possibility for several potential reasons:

1. I know I'm belaboring the point, but he is courteous! So it would be a natural thing for him to mention that he and a friend were going to [Greasy Spoon Restaurant] for lunch if anyone else wanted to come. Especially if he thought there was any chance that others might actually want to eat there.
2. He might be afraid that I was thinking of it as a date and might invite others to act as buffers and balance out any possible tension or pressure between us.
3. He might might want it to be a date, but be nervous about it (in a good way) and invite others to balance the tension.

At 12:01, I grabbed my purse and went to the hallway to don my coat amidst well-wishings from the rest of my coworkers. Out in the hall, I ran into a friend who was also putting on her coat. I asked her where she was headed, and she said she wasn't sure but that a group of them were going somewhere if I wanted to join her. I said, "Thanks, but I'm going to lunch with The Artist." She, also knowing of the crush (the whole company pretty much knows except The Artist himself . . . who is probably starting to catch on, I'm sure), asked where we were going, and I told her, adding, "You guys are welcome to join us if you want. I have a feeling he's going to bring some of his coworkers, though I wish he wouldn't!" She told me that she and the other girls would hope for my sake that it was just him and that they'd go somewhere else but that she wanted a full report when I returned. I promised it to her and went to meet The Artist.

I waited in the lobby for maybe thirty seconds, and he emerged with a couple of his coworkers, greeting me and saying, "A couple of people are going to come with us." Since I had expected this, I was able to smile coolly and express my feigned enthusiasm for such an idea as the whole of The Artist's department began to filter into the lobby.

Out in the parking lot, it might have just been me, but I felt like the rest of his coworkers seemed to know what was going on and were intentionally giving us a wide berth, all heading to their different cars instead of riding with us, except for one guy. He followed along behind The Artist and me and rode over to the restaurant with us. Luckily, he was polite enough to let me have the front seat.

Once at the restaurant, there were so many of us (twelve, I think) that we had to push three tables together to be able to sit all together. I ended up across the table and one down from The Artist, sandwiched between two of his coworkers. I am actually glad it worked out to sit across from him because it's more difficult to talk to someone when you're sitting right next to each other and also trying to eat. One of the other people who was there was a guy who also went to college with The Artist and me, and he sat next to The Artist and directly across from me. So we kind of formed a little triangle of conversation between the three of us.

The Artist was attentive to me the whole time. He only spoke to the two of us all throughout lunch. He didn't really even act like other people were there. He told me all about how good the fried green tomatoes were then asked "the table" if anyone would like to split an order with him. I'm not sure if the blanket question was really supposed to be directed only toward me or not, but after hearing him describe them so succulently, I had already decided I wanted to try one, so I volunteered.

As it turned out, they didn't have any fried green tomatoes, so The Artist picked something else off the menu for us to share instead (fried pickles, I think). He told me with an apologetic smile that if I didn't like them, he would cover the cost. I told him I was sure it would be fine. I hate pickles. But I intended to choke them down and pay for my half no matter what. Lucky for both of us, they turned out to be really good, especially dipped in ranch sauce.

At some point during the lunch, The Artist and I got to talking about The Media Fan's upcoming visit to our city. He is really excited because he hasn't seen her for three years. I told him that she's coming right after Christmas and leaving during the day on New Year's Eve. (Unfortunately, her husband has to work the following day, so they can't stay and party with us on New Year's. I had kind of been counting on them being here for that because I was pretty sure if she was, we'd have found a way to spend New Year's Eve with The Artist.)

So while we were talking about her visit, The Artist said, "That reminds me. You should come to the New Year's Eve party I'm going to . . ." and he went on to describe the details of the party. It is being held at this really fancy new/old hotel downtown (a really old hotel building that has only in the past year been remodeled, elaborately furnished, and reopened for expensive business). He said there would be drinks and dinner and lots of people. I said it sounded fun and expressed my interest in going with him. So I hope that pans out.

All too soon, it was time to pay the bill and get going. I was satisfied with our lunch outing, though. Conversation always seems to flow easily between The Artist and me, and I don't know if that's because of my social skills, or his, or just because we click. It's difficult to tell at this point. But a couple of times, we finished each other's sentences or made the same joke at the same time, and I again just felt like we are really on each other's level.

When we got back to work, I went swooning back to my office and divulged all the details to the rest of my coworkers, who all had positive reactions and optimistic predictions about "what's next."

Later in the afternoon, I was going to stop by The Artist's office to look at some drawings he had told me to come see. On my way there, I stopped in the kitchen to chat with some of my coworkers who were making mugs of tea and hot chocolate. The unfortunate part is that The Artist came in with a couple of his coworkers and they sat down at a table to have an informal meeting about some things (meaning I couldn't go look at his drawings right then). However, as my coworkers and I stood on the other side of the room chatting, I had a peripheral view of The Artist and noticed that he seemed to keep looking in our direction. I could never get a good enough look to see if he was looking right at me, but I definitely saw his head swivel several times in my general direction.

I felt like we were disturbing them after a while, these colleagues of ours who seemed to be actually trying to work, in contrast to the five or six of us, who were just standing around talking and sipping hot beverages. So I made a move to leave the kitchen, and as we were on our way out, one of the other girls who was with me spoke to The Artist and the two people sitting at the table with him. She apologized for our disturbing them. Even though I hadn't said a word and his two coworkers were looking at the person who had spoken, The Artist definitely looked up at me that time. I'm sure he was smiling, but I was too nervous to make eye contact and averted my eyes like a freaking fourteen-year-old. As we walked down the hallway, one of my coworkers nudged me and whispered, "He was looking at you!" I tried to deny the claim, but I couldn't stop smiling.

*In my last post, Weesle made the comment that it seems like The Artist's feelings and mine are definitely mutual, based on my recounting of his behavior. Normally, with any other guy, I would be inclined to agree, but I always hesitate to interpret The Artist's actions toward me as anything more than general goodwill and courtesy because I just feel like that really is his personality. So . . . I am still being patient and we will see what happens next.

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Wednesday, 8:21 pm
Houston, Texas
The phone rings./
LK: Hello?
God: Hey there, kiddo!
LK: Hello God.
God: Hey, what happened?   We were having regular conversations for a while there and then all of a sudden, I didnt hear from you anymore.  Ive been wondering what happened to you.
LK: Ive been wondering that myself.
God: What do you mean?
LK: Well frankly, I dont feel like youve been around much lately.   I feel forgotten.
God: Oh LK, youre a child of all that matters!   You know thats not true!
LK: Do I? In recent months a lot of stuff has happened to me and Ive tried talking to you,  but it often felt like one-sided conversations.
God: So, because I didnt acknowledge you as you wanted me to, you let that dampen your faith?
LK: I didnt have that much faith to begin with.    To put it in your terms, I do feel rather forsaken.
God: And Ill put this in your terms;   you are soooo totally wrong!
LK: I dont talk that way.
God: And I wasnt ignoring you.
LK: Then why does it feel that way?
God: Ive been with you the entire time.   You just didnt need me.  Youve been trying to tackle all these issues yourself and thats OK.   I love your determination and yes,  youve been handling your affairs as well as can be expected.   Even so,   I know youre unemployed and theres no special person in your life.  Your situation makes you scared. It would scare anybody  But sometimes, all I can do is sit back and let you sort it out yourself.  This has been  one of those times.
LK: Why in your name would you do that if Ive asked you for help repeatedly?
God: Because sometimes you have to go through certain things.  Its called and its your duty to live it good, bad or indifferently.   Intellectually you know this.  Weve talked about this beforeI wont always give you what you want, but Ill always give you what you need.  And while were on the subject, lets talk about  prayer for a second, can we?
LK: OK.
God: I love the fact that you guys pray, I really do.   It warms my heart and I hear every one submitted, but come on, pray wisely, will ya?    By that,  I mean give me the really big stuff thats so burdensome, you cant handle it.  Ill deal with it, but I need you guys to understand you are accountable for your own actions, too.  Dont waste your time asking me to allow your team to win the big game or asking me for the courage to find the right kumquat in the grocery store as you enter the produce aisle.   Im not Samantha from .
LK: I know that, but some people believe youre magic.
God: No, Im God and furthermore, your team either wins or looses, because one team played better and wanted the victory more.   The fact that you picked the right veggie or the wrong one, is the luck of the draw and lastly,  begging me to let you ace that college physics exam because the hunky, Jack Sumner ONLY dated women with a 3.0 GPA or higher was wrong.  You flunked or passed that test because you either  prepared for the quiz or not.
LK: Wow, that was almost 30 years ago.  You remember that one?
God: Of course.  And what happened?
LK: I struggled just to make a C in that course.
God: And then what happened?
LK: I fell head over heels for Robbie Patterson.
God: Why?
LK: A lot of reasons, I guess.
God: I will repeat myself why did you fall in love with Robbie?
LK: Because he loved me.without stipulation.
God: And were you happy?
LK: It was bliss on a stick.
God: And yet another prime of example of what you wanted versus what you needed.
LK:  Why did we break up then?
God: Because you and Robbie wanted and needed each other at that particular time.  Then when you broke up, that was your cue that you no longer needed him.  He no longer needed you either.  You went your separate ways until it was time to be with someone else.
LK: And the fact that I really havent been with anyone since then.means what, exactly?
God: Only that you havent found the right one yet.   You will.
LK:  Gotta date and time?
God: Thats up to you.
LK: Gee, thanks.  Well, God, in retrospect I suppose, I could never have been happy with Jack and his strange ways,  but it still makes no sense.  But what about the poor father who lives in a lean-to and prays to you daily that he and his family of eight be delivered from poverty? How can he to endure that existence?  God, it  seems inane to keep believing and praying for your intercession and be
God: Wait, wait!!  Do you actually talk like that?
LK: As I was saying, its hard to maintain faith in the intangible when so many things we ask for are withheld.
God: Laurie, weve gone over this before.  I dont withhold anything.  Again, you guys are accountable for the majority of things in your lives.  And about that impoverished father.  His prayers will be answered one way or the other.  If  he really wants to remove his family out of those wretched condition,  Ill present him with opportunities,  but HE has to take advantage of them.
LK: How can not being able to feed or cloth a mans  family or in my case, not finding a job for months and months and going broke be something I want but dont need or need but I dont want or
God: Yeah, hold up.  Dont strain yourself, I get it.   For one thing, theres Earth time and theres my time, OK?   The two are exponentially different.
LK: I always thought that was such a cop out;  something that was man-inspired to explain why most prayers arent answered.
God. Hardly, my dear.hardly.  Things have to happen in my time because  there are certain things you have to experience.    If you constantly get everything you want, how can you learn to appreciate it when you have it?    Or when you dont?   I never wanted a spoiled flock.
LK: Well, it sure seems like some people are very spoiled and they have it awfully easy.
God: You just answered you own  question!   It only like some people have everything.   They dont.  Not in the way you think.
LK: How so?
God: Take your standard-issue beautiful actress who pulls in 12 million a picture.   Her life is glamorous and shes rich;  on magazine covers,  billboards; walks the glitzy red carpet before awards show.    It looks like she has it made.  The fact that shes hounded by the press, in every gossip column are bad enough but keep in mind she went through a very painful ordeal when her husband cheated on her, in public, on a movie set and he eventually went on to have children with the other woman, sans a ceremony or certificate in the eyes of..well, me.    Her beauty, her wealth, her celebrity didnt make her exempt from heartache or rampant insecurities.
LK: Youre talking about Jennifer Aniston, right?
God: Yes and the mere fact that shes wealthy will never buy her real happiness.
LK: Yeah, but having that kind of money would certainly allow you to rent some.
God: Its all about what she does with her money, really.  And what she does with it, is her option.  Jennifer is a sweet kid, but her marriage to Brad was a mistake that had run its course.   She had to figure that out and by doing it with some pain involved, shes less likely to do it again.  At least, I hope she is.  By the way, that   stuff  tickles me.   Is there any portmanteau that the American press wont conjugate?
LK: If Jennifers marriage was a mistake, why did you let it happen?
God: I do love that crazy ass walking Benetton ad they call a family, though.   Adoption is a nice thing and while unconventional, Brad and Angie are philanthropic and generous.  Their hearts are in the right place.
LK: Please answer my question.
God: What question?
LK: The one about Jennifers marriage.  If it was wrong, why did you let it happen?
God: Okay, heres what I really want everyone to know, Laurie.  People have it wrong when they think that I, as you put it, intercede on a regular basis.  Thats not to say I never have, because yes, I most certainly have and I always will when warranted, but the way this whole thing was set up was to be all about you.  Your choices;  your decisions; your options.  You know, that pesky free will stuff.    Jennifer married Brad because she chose to.    Brad then chose to have an affair with his Mr. and Mrs. Smith co-star.   Jennifer then had to choose how to respond.  Brad had the option of continuing with the affair or not and 37 children later, I think we all know which path HE chose.
LK: But sometimes we have no options.
God: Thats not true. You always have options.  Deciding to do nothing at all is also an option.
LK: What about the doomed passengers on board the hijacked planes or the ones on TWA Flight 800 that exploded in mid-air?   What choices did they have?   Youre trying to tell me that thee people jumping out of the  windows on burning floors of the World Trade Center also had options?
God: To be honest, they did.  They got to decide how theyd die.
LK: I dont see that as an option at all!
God: Look, I know you grapple with me and what I am on a regular basis.  Most people do and Im OK with that.   I like it when you think.  I take great pride in the fact that you have doubts and ask questions.  Thats so wonderfully human.   Disney created Automatons, I didnt.
LK: The Hall of Presidents completely creeps me out.
God: Me too.  Besides Lincolns real voice was far less butch than Walt and the boys made it out to be.
LK: Really?
God: Oh yeah, it was shrill and rather high.   He sounded like a male gymnast.  Back to my point, as I told you the last time we spoke, I was at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th.   I was on board those hijacked planes and TWA Flight 800 when it exploded just off the New York coast a dozen years ago.
LK: I didnt get that when you said it me then and I still dont get it now.  God,  those people on Flight 800 and at the Pentagon and the Twin Towers died horrible, fiery deaths!
God: There are going to be things youll never understand.
LK: Why?
God: Because.  In the simplest explanation I can give you,  I look at things from an eternal standpoint, whereas you are finite. As a human, you have a defined beginning, a middle and an end. You look at things from an earthly perspective because well, thats all youve got, but you see,  I made it that way.   You knowterm limits.  To know what I know would confound you to the point of spontaneous combustion.   I think it was Isaiah who once scribed,    “For as the heavens are higher than the earth,  so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts”.   That pretty much sums it up, but  I assure you, I was at all those places you just mentioned.    Whos to say I didnt take  the jumpers lives before they hit the ground or before the passengers on board those jets, including the one that blew up  in mid air, realized what was happening?
LK: Then why did any of those things have to happen?
God:  Because they had to happen, Laurie.   Allow me to reiterate a point I just made.  As a species, youand by you I mean the collective have a shelf life; an expiration date.  Understand that every human being whos ever walked on this planet has had a special purpose and a certain number of days in which to accomplish that mission.
LK: But I still dont get it!
God:  And you, my little mortal humanoid, never will.  Sorry,  but thats just the way it is.  But heres something Id like for you to focus on instead.  Yes, there was heartache on 9/11, but think about the miracles that happened on that day.   How about the New York City firefighters who survived the collapse of a 110 story building in a stairwell?  And what about the good things that came after that day?   Air travel was made much safer.   We stiffened immigration laws that had been laxed.   We started rethinking national security.  Tragedy unified you as a nations; for a while anyway.  And what about the people who for a myriad of reasons, didnt go to work or missed their flights on that day?
LK: Was that your handiwork?
God: No, not really.  Those people who missed their flights or came to their World Trade Center offices late, did so of their own doing.
LK: Explain.
God: They could have left for the airport earlier, taken a different route or freeway that wasnt as congested.   Maybe that extra cup of coffee at home made them lose account or time or  they dawdled because they window shopped  and those things made them late arriving at the subway or bus stop.   They had errands to run or maybe someone stopped for a bagel and service took longer than they anticipated.  And what about  that radiator that over boiled?   Had the car been  taken to a mechanic the minute the owner first noticed signs of trouble, the story wouldve been very different for that person on September 11th.   The owner elected, for whatever reason, NOT to take the car in.   So, what was a smoking, steaming pain in the ass parked on the side of the freeway three miles from Boston Logan at the time of departure,  instead became an event that saved his or her life.  You follow me?
LK: Yes.
God: It all comes down to their choices; their options; their free will and they were oblivious that their  decision to simply turn left or right would alter the course of their existence.     There will be times when youll make these life or death decisions without even realizing it.   Youll only become aware of  the impact of your decisions after the fact.  That happened countless times on September 11th.
LK: So, it was the free will of the those three thousand people to go to work that day or the passengers who endeavored NOT to not miss their flight?
God: Yes but remember, I told you everyone on Earth has a mission.  Perhaps those that died accomplished theirs on September 11th.
LK: Then they were sacrificial pawns?
God: Not exactly but their lives werent wasted either.
LK: Then why did it have to play out so horrifically?   And why did you create evil in the first place?
God: It happened that way because 19 religious zealots chose to take the evil route.  The three-thousand people who died did so because it was their time.  How they died was luck of the draw.  And lets get something straight,  I didnt create evil.  It exists as it always has and actually, its as nebulous as I am.  It isnt anything incarnate and honestly, neither am I.   Im not this bearded guy who wears white, flowing robes and lives on a cloud with a lot of harp music playing in the background.    And consequently, evil doesnt look anything like that little red guy with horns on a label of Underwood Deviled Ham.   The human mind needs to humanize things.  This is what some call matrixing.    The brain needs to recognize similar, corporeal  images in order to fully comprehend and make sense of the chaos and confusion.
LK: I had no idea.
God: Oh yes indeed.  Those images are man made.  And moreover, humans somewhere along the way, have gotten the mistaken impression that evil is something palpable.  As if  one can reach into a Louis Vuitton purse and pull out a big, old handful of it.  Cant be done.   Evil is an intangible; so is good. You cant bottle them or package them.  Theyre often the result of a split second decision.   Its a path you choose to take.   Its consciousness.   Should I steal that apple or not?   Should I burglarize this house or not?     Should I help this poor woman in need or not?    You choose how to act and you have two options:   good or evil.  It really is just that simple.
LK:   All of this is very tough to wrap my head around, God.   Were talking behaviors, addictions and so on?
God: Why do you think they call those things ?
LK: Wow.
God: Well, there you go.
LK: What do you mean about every human having a mission?
God: When I said that everyone on Earth  as a special purpose, I didnt mean winning the Nobel prize for Chemistry.   It may not be discovering the cure for cancer.  It may not be anything grand at all!    Sometimes,  you dont even know how or when you do it, but by connecting with others, you can change  someones life in a heartbeat.  Take you for example:  you were very funny on that radio show you used to be on.
LK: We had great ratings.
God: Yes, but you you also had no idea how many times what you guys said or did made someone laugh and perhaps in doing so, they put down the gun, the razor or that bottle of pills.  Laughter is powerful and restorative.   Youve made a huge difference in many peoples lives, even saved a few,  as good if not better than any heart surgeon.   Every person has.  No life is ever wasted, no matter how brief;  no matter how seemingly trivial.
LK:  Seriously?
God: Seriously.
(Slight pause in the conversation.  There is brief silence)
LK: You know, God?  Perhaps, I have been ignoring you.
God: Its OK.  Youre imperfect and I love you.
LK: Can I ask you two more questions?
God: Please do.
LK: The Mayans claim the world will end on December 21st, 2012.  Will it?
God: Those Mayans were a brilliant and enterprising people, but horrible with dates.     Next question?
LK: Will I be OK?
God: Do you want to be OK?
LK: I do
God: Do you want a great job thats fulfilling, a life of abundance and abiding love?
LK: Very much so.
God: Then, Ill provide the opportunities, you provide the results.  Remember, its all about free will.
(A call waiting beep is heard)
LK: Sounds like youve got an  incoming.
God: Wait a sec.  Let me check  my ID thing.   Oh, its Barack Obama and all things considered Sweetie, I really need to take this call.
LK: Then go ahead.  Say, just curious,  what does he call you:  God or Allah?
God: Now Laurie, dont start with that!!   IF you must know, he calls me God but I answer to both.
LK:  I see.  Then I would imagine he has a lot to talk to you about.  Hows he gonna do, by the way?
God: Lets discuss that in four years.
LK: Id like to think well talk before that.
God: Then we will.   Its your call.
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Show: House.

Excels At: Uh, winning the People's Choice Award for Favorite TV Drama despite consistently-falling ratings and endless bitching/moaning from loyal fans, apparently. It boggles the mind. Oh, and also: being a constant disappointment.

Needs Improvement: How much time have we got? Sigh. Although the overwhelming focus on Thirteen seems to be subsiding slowly as the episodes have gone on, it's perhaps too little, too late. I (as well as many, many others) am already far too sick of her. That having been said, she's charmingly delightful and enjoyable when relegated to her rightful place on the sidelines with the other newbies. Let's do more of that - I find myself paying more attention to her when she's barely there as opposed to when she's there in almost every scene. Which is practically every episode. So, ya know, let's do something about that. Also, the House/Cuddy relationship (which we'll get to momentarily) was and still could be thoroughly enjoyable, but now it's starting to feel like it's being shoved down my throat just as painfully as Thirteen was in the beginning. Learn to lay off a little. There's something great to be said for a slow build when hoping to get people connected with a character/pairing. Less really can be much, much more.

On an even bigger level, the focus on House/Cuddy all things Thirteen is severely detracting from any efforts to put some focus on Wilson, Taub, Kutner, Chase and Cameron. Wilson is back to being nothing more than House's conscience, which is maybe okay since Robert Sean Leonard prefers to work as little as possible anyway, but "House's Head/Wilson's Heart" was one of the greatest pieces of television ever - I'd like to see more Wilson exploration. And Foreman's getting his just desserts now with the Huntington's drug trial and (gag me) his budding romance with (gag me) Thirteen. But Kutner and Taub basically run around like the new bossom buddies--and wildly crack me up in the process, mind you--who we rarely learn anything worthwhile about at all. And Chase and Cameron are still (still!) nothing more than glorified guest stars who pop in for a cameo once or twice each week. If even that much.

The point here? Share the screentime wealth. This is an ensemble show. Yes, it's basically about House, but it's still an ensemble. You've been promising character integration and equal story time for over a year now--time for some follow through! Oh, and get rid of the new and absolutely irritating 6-act format. Too many commercial breaks makes it almost impossible to really get invested in an episode.

Interpersonal Dynamics: New to the fold is Foreman/Thirteen - better known as the cheeky "Foreteen." Truth be told, this pairing could end up being pretty interesting if done properly. And doing it properly means taking the advice given above: slow and steady wins the race. Do not shove these two down my throat, okay? I'm sick of Thirteen enough as it is, and I've never really been very fond of Foreman. You're walking a fine line of "incredibly, unbearably boring" with this pairing, but... maybe two characters who are dreadful on their own could end up being kind of interesting together. The other new development (sort of) is House/Cuddy. This has been building for years--since practically the Pilot. It needs to be explored, like it or not, if only to be able to say "been there, tried that, it didn't work." I have nothing against this pairing, beyond what I stated earlier about Bogarting the screentime, but I still don't think it's really possible for this "couple" to become anything serious; if for no other reason than that I can't imagine House ever being in a long term, serious relationship again. Unless Stacy comes back. Which would be totally okay with me.

And, of course (did you think I would not mention them?), there's Chase/Cameron. It's great that we finally got more insight into their relationship with "The Itch," but even that was just the tip of the iceberg. And it's nice that most of their cameo appearances lately have been in scenes together, since that was a rare occurrence last season at the start of this one, but we're still being neglected of practically anything that establishes them as anything more than friends/colleagues. These two have been in a canon, committed relationship for over a year and a half now--if you want to bring romance back into the fold of the show (which you seem to, with all of the Foreteen/Huddy action lately), then try doing so with the established relationship you've been neglecting since practically the moment they became an established relationship.

Particularly Notable: Chase steals the show every week, and he typically only has one scene. Sometimes only one or two lines in that singular scene. But Jesse Spencer has become surprisingly adept at facial expressions and line delivery--he was always pretty good at his quick quips, but lately it's been insanely perfect. The character of Chase is vastly different in attitude than the pansy-ass brown-noser that he used to be (despite knowing, and loving, that he still has a romantic soft spot inside), but this self-sufficient, rebellious, snarky-little-bastard version of Robert Chase is much, much more entertaining. In the words of Cameron, "I like him better like this. You?"

Also notable, for the record, was the morgue scene at the end of "Let Them Eat Cake." I have not laughed at this show that loud or that hard in a very long time. And I doubt I'll ever get tired of watching Kutner and Taub scream like little girls.

Pay Attention To: The possibility for ethical dilemmas in the "Foreteen" relationship. Word is, Foreman's going to compromise ethics to make sure Thirteen gets the real drugs in the trial instead of the placebo. I've got good money on the probability that he'll find himself fired for it soon. It's also bound to get under House's skin, finding out that his attending is dating their subordinate--fun antics are surely in store when House starts trying to ruin their relationship, which I'm certain he will.

Next Semester: The upcoming boss!Cam story. Although I do think it's probably just temporary, there's another part of me that's certain Cuddy's baby is permanent and is also the much-touted "show-altering change" that we were told was coming. Perhaps she's show-altering in more ways than just her existence--perhaps this change between Cuddy Cameron isn't all that temporary after all. And even if it is, the boss!Cam plot holds far too many awesome possibilities of exploration for it to not end up having a tremendous affect. DON'T SCREW IT UP. Oh, and, for chrissake, give Chase his own story arc already!

To make a long story short, just... stop telling your fans that we don't know what we need. You disregarded our opinions and demands for the past 18+ months, and your ratings are still tanking--I don't care what the PCA's say. Listen to your audience. Try it our way now.

Overall Grade: C.

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