02-02-2019, 05:44 PM
Ok, here we go. Finally over being sick, cold, and tired.
I have a story and update for ya, so settle in for a long post!
Attended a holiday party for my wife's job last Sat night. The doctors of the unit my wife works in put it on every year. This year it was held at the head doc's house. Never been, hadn't met a lot of these people before.
Before the party, we met up with nurses (some of them w/ fellas) at a local spot. Lots of beautiful women. I quickly noticed this beautiful tall blonde, not in our party of nurses, couldn't stop making eye contact with me. Neither could a shy coworker of my wife's. I didn't find her very physically attractive, and she was very quiet (until she got a few drinks in her) but she couldn't stop staring. I guess it could have been a bad stare, lol, but I doubt it. These are blatant stares that I haven't experienced since DMSI 3.1.
One of the things I first noticed was my internal state of calm. Normally, I'd be a tinge nervous at these types of gatherings, and have some social anxiety. That was completely absent. I didn't give two thoughts as to how I was being perceived. In fact, I walked around feeling as if I owned the place, both before and at the party.
At the bar, we sat at a table for 20. My wife and I sat down next to each other near the end. My wife suggested I sit across from her, and I said, "No, I'm fine." Within 5 minutes, 2 more nurses joined us - one of them was super cute, just the kind of girl I like. Very bubbly, upbeat personality, laid back and fun, clearly intelligent with a hint of nerd - the kind of girl I would be looking for if I weren't married - now, sitting directly across from me. That gave us a chance for quite a bit of interaction, which set up some things later at the party. The wrist displays started right then and there, however. She also laughed at everything I said. That's always a good sign. She also clearly liked my wife.
Once we got to the party, fashionably late, the head doc gave us a private tour of his house. Just us. Celeb effect in action, or he really likes and respects my wife (which, he does). Likely both. I didn't see anyone else get a tour. Nurses I had met before, but hadn't seen forever, made sure to approach me and reintroduce themselves enthusiastically. One particularly beautiful nurse, who I met when my wife gave birth to my daughter, was flattered when I remembered her from her visit.
As the night went on, people couldn't stop telling me how beautiful my wife is, and how she's "the best" or "their favorite." Cute nurse from the bar took our picture, and said, "Wow - you guys are so hot. I just want to make out with both of you!" So I said, "Ok." I was serious, but either she didn't hear me, or she wasn't serious. Another older coworker of my wife's started petting her hair, telling her (and me) how beautiful she is, to the point where I was getting a bit sketched-out. We actually have a picture of this chick grabbing my wife's boob, too.
My wife let loose (she's a work hard, play hard type) and started dancing with the other ladies. No men on the "dance floor," which was really just an area between the sectional couch and the projection screen. I decided to sit on the couch (more like man-splay). It really felt like all the ladies were dancing just for me. No discomfort, like I should get up and dance or feeling out of place. I felt like the boss, sitting at his Reserved table. The cute nurse (who took our picture), at one point, looked at me and then fell onto the couch next to me, and assumed a sexy posture. She looked into my eyes, and asked "Hey, are you really drunk, too?" I answered honestly - that I was not - and I could see she was disappointed. It was as if she hoped we would go make "a drunk mistake" somewhere private. That was the impression I got, anyway. When I wasn't drunk, too, she got up and went back to dancing.
Guys were very friendly. A much bigger and older guy, who frankly wouldn't stop yappin', was following me around. He would clap the other guys on the back, or grab them by the shoulders and shake them while laughing. That's a male display of dominance, and one he didn't try on me. No one else did, either.
I ran into the husband of one of my wife's nurse friends - a chiropractor. I get along with him really well, and we'd been at more than one of these types of parties together over the years. Out-of-the-blue he offered to send me clients. I told him I'd talk to my wife about it. Not sure I want more people I don't know entering my house, and I already have a lot on my hands with the kids & their various activities. But the offer was surprising, and nice.
At the end of the evening, we were the last to leave the house. The head doc and his wife happily talked with us for an extra 15 minutes, even though it was 3 AM. I eventually tugged my wife's arm and made sure we didn't impose any longer.
We got home, and I reminded my wife that she had promised me oral at the party. Oh, did I forget to mention that? She did. But by the time we got home, she didn't remember. Well, she did it anyway. And then she said "We should just fuck." Believe it or not, in 10 years together, I'd never had sex with her during "that time of the month." Not bad. She was all into it. She even went so far as to clue me in that she had done it all the time w/ her ex (the guy who'd abused her as a teen before I ever met her). Bout time, after 10 years! Geezus! Anyway, going forward, it's not really my thing, but it's good to know I can have it if I want it.
Since then, I haven't had much interest in sex. It's weird. I know I've been sick and tired, and the weather has been shitty, but since last weekend, my mind has been elsewhere. Before DMSI, especially this version, sex felt like something I didn't have enough of - and therefore I had placed more value and emphasis on it than it probably deserved. Now that I'm getting what I want on a regular basis, it's not as important. My mind is now naturally wondering to other areas of my life that I'd like to improve. To me, that's a good thing, and exactly what I've been after. But, I do wonder if this new attitude could simultaneously be part of some sort of resistance tactic. We'll see.
Last, I'll mention that most of my dreams this week have just been about being with friends, women, and having fun.
Alright - you're all caught up! Thanks for reading.
I have a story and update for ya, so settle in for a long post!
Attended a holiday party for my wife's job last Sat night. The doctors of the unit my wife works in put it on every year. This year it was held at the head doc's house. Never been, hadn't met a lot of these people before.
Before the party, we met up with nurses (some of them w/ fellas) at a local spot. Lots of beautiful women. I quickly noticed this beautiful tall blonde, not in our party of nurses, couldn't stop making eye contact with me. Neither could a shy coworker of my wife's. I didn't find her very physically attractive, and she was very quiet (until she got a few drinks in her) but she couldn't stop staring. I guess it could have been a bad stare, lol, but I doubt it. These are blatant stares that I haven't experienced since DMSI 3.1.
One of the things I first noticed was my internal state of calm. Normally, I'd be a tinge nervous at these types of gatherings, and have some social anxiety. That was completely absent. I didn't give two thoughts as to how I was being perceived. In fact, I walked around feeling as if I owned the place, both before and at the party.
At the bar, we sat at a table for 20. My wife and I sat down next to each other near the end. My wife suggested I sit across from her, and I said, "No, I'm fine." Within 5 minutes, 2 more nurses joined us - one of them was super cute, just the kind of girl I like. Very bubbly, upbeat personality, laid back and fun, clearly intelligent with a hint of nerd - the kind of girl I would be looking for if I weren't married - now, sitting directly across from me. That gave us a chance for quite a bit of interaction, which set up some things later at the party. The wrist displays started right then and there, however. She also laughed at everything I said. That's always a good sign. She also clearly liked my wife.
Once we got to the party, fashionably late, the head doc gave us a private tour of his house. Just us. Celeb effect in action, or he really likes and respects my wife (which, he does). Likely both. I didn't see anyone else get a tour. Nurses I had met before, but hadn't seen forever, made sure to approach me and reintroduce themselves enthusiastically. One particularly beautiful nurse, who I met when my wife gave birth to my daughter, was flattered when I remembered her from her visit.
As the night went on, people couldn't stop telling me how beautiful my wife is, and how she's "the best" or "their favorite." Cute nurse from the bar took our picture, and said, "Wow - you guys are so hot. I just want to make out with both of you!" So I said, "Ok." I was serious, but either she didn't hear me, or she wasn't serious. Another older coworker of my wife's started petting her hair, telling her (and me) how beautiful she is, to the point where I was getting a bit sketched-out. We actually have a picture of this chick grabbing my wife's boob, too.
My wife let loose (she's a work hard, play hard type) and started dancing with the other ladies. No men on the "dance floor," which was really just an area between the sectional couch and the projection screen. I decided to sit on the couch (more like man-splay). It really felt like all the ladies were dancing just for me. No discomfort, like I should get up and dance or feeling out of place. I felt like the boss, sitting at his Reserved table. The cute nurse (who took our picture), at one point, looked at me and then fell onto the couch next to me, and assumed a sexy posture. She looked into my eyes, and asked "Hey, are you really drunk, too?" I answered honestly - that I was not - and I could see she was disappointed. It was as if she hoped we would go make "a drunk mistake" somewhere private. That was the impression I got, anyway. When I wasn't drunk, too, she got up and went back to dancing.
Guys were very friendly. A much bigger and older guy, who frankly wouldn't stop yappin', was following me around. He would clap the other guys on the back, or grab them by the shoulders and shake them while laughing. That's a male display of dominance, and one he didn't try on me. No one else did, either.
I ran into the husband of one of my wife's nurse friends - a chiropractor. I get along with him really well, and we'd been at more than one of these types of parties together over the years. Out-of-the-blue he offered to send me clients. I told him I'd talk to my wife about it. Not sure I want more people I don't know entering my house, and I already have a lot on my hands with the kids & their various activities. But the offer was surprising, and nice.
At the end of the evening, we were the last to leave the house. The head doc and his wife happily talked with us for an extra 15 minutes, even though it was 3 AM. I eventually tugged my wife's arm and made sure we didn't impose any longer.
We got home, and I reminded my wife that she had promised me oral at the party. Oh, did I forget to mention that? She did. But by the time we got home, she didn't remember. Well, she did it anyway. And then she said "We should just fuck." Believe it or not, in 10 years together, I'd never had sex with her during "that time of the month." Not bad. She was all into it. She even went so far as to clue me in that she had done it all the time w/ her ex (the guy who'd abused her as a teen before I ever met her). Bout time, after 10 years! Geezus! Anyway, going forward, it's not really my thing, but it's good to know I can have it if I want it.
Since then, I haven't had much interest in sex. It's weird. I know I've been sick and tired, and the weather has been shitty, but since last weekend, my mind has been elsewhere. Before DMSI, especially this version, sex felt like something I didn't have enough of - and therefore I had placed more value and emphasis on it than it probably deserved. Now that I'm getting what I want on a regular basis, it's not as important. My mind is now naturally wondering to other areas of my life that I'd like to improve. To me, that's a good thing, and exactly what I've been after. But, I do wonder if this new attitude could simultaneously be part of some sort of resistance tactic. We'll see.
Last, I'll mention that most of my dreams this week have just been about being with friends, women, and having fun.
Alright - you're all caught up! Thanks for reading.
