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Me and the Princess  

MstrUnvrsGdRkCk2 48M
590 posts
10/9/2017 3:59 pm
Me and the Princess


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She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens

She has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

I see you live on Love Street
There's this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far

She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la



Yes, that's me and the Princess! She took the picture with a new polaroid camera she just got. That's why the image looks skewed. If anybody's been reading this, and you thought I was making everything about her and the situation up? Now you know I'm not. And yeah, I still do manage to get with girls much, much younger then myself! Something else. I related in previous posts how I've been watching the old episodes of the original TV series Kung Fu! Well, the other day when the princess and I were out bicycle riding. We got back to my car I had left in the parking lot of the park we were at. I decided to show her some self defense stuff I learned in my years as a martial artist. I haven't practiced or even tried to do any of this stuff in years. I had no one to work with on it even if I wanted to. I was surprised how much I remembered and how quickly it came back to me. The princess thought it was way cool, she's been bugging me for a while to show her some stuff. So I did. It was mainly practical stuff she could actually use, like getting out of holds and grabs. I even showed her how to throw somebody over your shoulder. It's not as hard as you think, you just have to use your hip and lift them over you. Then I was watching an episode of Kung Fu, and I realized that Cain, or his character was engaging his opponents in the same manner. Of course because he was doing the same thing I learned. And that is, the trick to this stuff, is not using brute strength against brute strength. It's using the other persons force against them. In other words. If someone is coming at you, you don't try to stop them, you just redirect their energy in another direction, preferably away from you. And for the times you actually do have to strike them in some manner. It's not like using a sledge hammer like force to knock them out. It's more like a surgical strike at a certain point that will have the same effect as a sledge hammer on them. Oh, you also need to know what part of your hand to use to be the most effective while striking them as well. I don't use a regular fist very often. Because of what I know, I don't need to. And that's what one of the main appeals of karate is to weaker . Over powering someone bigger then yourself. And for me, it was a lot like my guitar playing. I don't walk around thinking about every song I know and running it over in my mind. I never think about it at all, even if the song is playing somewhere. But when I do go to play it, it comes back to me, like muscle memory with the martial arts stuff. Those are just two of my super powers I possess. I know a bunch of other stuff too, I"ve picked up over the years.
As for the princess, well this is a weird situation. She wants to have me totally to herself, like were in a relationship, but she doesn't want to be in an official relationship with me, other then casual friends. But were not. This is only working for the moment, because I'm not involved with anyone else. I know I mentioned that other woman who is her age. She's not in the picture at the moment, but that could change. Or I could meet someone totally new tomorrow. I'm wondering how this will play out with the princess? Despite what she says now, I highly doubt she's going to just let some other woman waltz into my life and phase her out of the picture. Which is precisely what will happen! For some odd reason, she's not concerned about that contingency? Of course I know she'll go nuts when that happens but she's acting like it won't be a problem. It will.

Addendum

Well, I spoke to soon! The day after I posted this, the other woman popped back into my life! I gave her a ride, and spoke to her a little bit. She's really hot, or very attractive. The problem is, she's got way too much baggage! That always seems to be the case with women like this for some odd reason. You'd think, because she's so attractive, she could attract someone that could take care of her and help her with all of her problems. Instead the opposite is true! They end up with these total losers, I'm talking felons with a long arrest history, drugs, criminal activity, abusive, violent, oh yeah, and never even be close to being employed anywhere, ever! Hey, I'm just wondering something? I know I could just ask the princess because she's in the exact same situation. But, if you're an attractive woman, have like this woman does, and you have the same needs as any other woman in your situation does, what kind of life or future do you think you'll have with a guy like that? I understand if you want to just screw around with him for a while. Because you like the stigma of being some gang bangers Ho! But after you're not a or early twenties any longer don't you'd think it's time to find someone a little more responsible and dependable. Take the princesses asshole Alex for instance. He's 45 and still going in and out of jail for drugs like a , or since he's been a . I could be wrong, but by now, I highly doubt he's going to change! He's not going to finish school and straighten up and fly right the rest of his life. He'll keep doing the same thing until he dies, probably in prison. Or get killed in a drug deal gone bad. But yet, both of these girls think the felon of their dreams has the sun shining out of his asshole! And not only that, they're lives suffer greatly as a result of their association with these scumfucks! In the princesses case, she's suffered just as much as anyone else would have in the same situation, but the difference with her, is that she has her family and me to rely on to help her through the tough spots. I confronted her about it once, and she claimed it was her choices, not him, as the cause of her problems. And I told her, it's her association with him, is the reason you make those types of choices and end up in those predicaments! As for this other woman, apparently, she doesn't have a safety net like the princess does, and that's why her problems are much worse and complicated. She just mentioned a few of the things she has to deal with at the moment. None of it is good. I don't know how she got so messed up. But she's apparently in the middle of a custody battle with her ex, trying to get her two daughters back from him. She's living as an itinerant moving from place to place with her brother. I'm listening to her, and I realize she's not being realistic. I don't think any judge in the world would award her custody of her with the situation she's in. And if I were one of her , I wouldn't want to go either. You know when I was a , my Dad was an asshole and a scumfuck too. But at least he always had a job, didn't drink or do drugs and even when my parents split, I still always had a roof over my head. I can't imagine what it must be like to deal with a couple of idiots for parents and be homeless too, shuffling from place to place with all of your stuff. Man, that's really bad! In the princesses case, she doesn't have any , thank God! She just has an affinity for losers. Which is still just as bad. Well, that's what's up for now.

I just reread what I wrote, and that last line I said the princess has an affinity for losers. Which, might reflect badly on me. Except, um, she doesn't like me, or is interested in me as a boyfriend or anything. We're just acquaintances! So yeah, she definitely is only interested in losers. That's why she's not dating me, I suppose.

Anotherendum

The princess came over today. She needed new tires for her bicycle. I bought a set and put them one for her. She's very ecstatic! Then she was hungry so I suggested we go to the store and buy the ingredients for a batch of tacos. I prepared our feast in the kitchen while she stayed in the living room watching a movie on HBO. That is, when she wasn't trying to interject herself into the process and fuck up my kitchen! Incidentally, it was only because she stayed over that one time I even learned I had HBO on my cable box. I never watch TV and I only took the box because the cable company made me. I primarily use the computer for just about everything including watching TV and movies. I hate the fucking commercials and won't tolerate them! So, because she couldn't sleep I told her to turn on the TV. The next time I turned it on, like a month later, it was on HBO. I first thought she ordered it without my knowledge. It's real easy, you just have to press a button on the remote and it gives you the full set of programs. Of course your cable bill is like a thousand dollars next month! That's exactly why they do that, hoping some will press the button and send their parents into indentured servitude for the fucking cable bill for the rest of their lives. But, I hadn't noticed a difference in the bill. So I called the cable company and asked " What up "? They replied " it comes free with the package ". I said " that's a fucking relief "! Oh, so I finally finished making the tacos and the princess loved them. I know I'm and excellent cook! So, while I was working on her bike I reminisced about the time my asshole father actually bought me my first bike! It was such and unusual event and so out of character for him, I still can't believe that actually happened. I was getting older, about eight or nine. And all my friends had these cool bikes. The kind with the banana seats, sissy bars, and the gears allowed you to coast when you weren't pedaling and you could lock up the back tire to stop by pedaling backward! At the time, that was the coolest fucking thing in the world, and all my friends had one, except me. Well, true to form, my dad got some old piece of shit out of the trash somewhere, shined it up and gave it to me. It didn't have any of the features I mentioned and it was too small and I think it was a girls bike! Of course I complained and told him I needed a real one, like my friends had. Up until then, when ever I wanted to go somewhere with them, I had to run along side of them. Not cool, not cool at all! Well, I remember really pressing him. Which was something else I didn't normally do, because he used to just beat the shit out of me if I bugged him too much about something, or even if I didn't! But then he said one day, " okay, we'll go to the store on Friday and get you one "! Of course I wouldn't believe it until I see it. But that Friday, true to his word, he took me to a store and let me pick out a brand new bicycle! And little did I know that dynamic would play out for the rest of my life. I go from being way behind everyone else, to suddenly way ahead! I'm never in sync with everyone else. It's always been that way with me. So, anyway, to illustrate how unusual this event was. My Dad, never bought me anything, ever! Unless is was my birthday or Christmas! I know today, get everything they want, every day of the fucking year. But, I never got shit. I had stuff, but even then, I noticed my friends usually had more, and better stuff then I did too. So the fact that he took me to a store to buy a brand new bike no less was really an amazing feat at the time. And it wasn't cheap either. I remember it cost around fifty dollars. That would be about five hundred and fifty in todays dollars. That's a lot of fucking money! It was then, and it still is now! I remember running up and down the isle of the row of bikes they had on display there trying to decide. I was trying to make up my mind quickly, before the spell my Dad was under wore off and he realized he was actually about to part with " money " for something. I knew my Dad, trust me, I had to work quick! I finally decided on a red white and blue model. It was a red body, with white fenders with a blue racing stripes on the fenders and seat! It also had a hand brake for the front tire. Not very common at the time. It also looked cool as fuck! It was nicer then anything any of my friends had. I finally had one up on them with something. So it came in a box, with some assembly required. That's okay, because the one thing my Dad loved to do more then anything else was tinker around putting things together. He was just that way. On the way home I was riding in the back of our station wagon with the back seat folded down to accommodate the fucking thing. The back window was down too! As we were coming into our area of the neighborhood we lived in. I saw Roger, my best friend, riding around with his friends. I yelled out " Hey Rog, I just got a new bike "! he started pedaling like crazy towards my house. When we got there, we continued the ceremony on the back yard patio of taking my new bike out of the box and putting it together. All the in the neighborhood came out to witness this auspicious occasion! I can honestly tell you that was the best memory or event in my entire childhood. After it was assembled. I rode it around a little of course. It was late so I had to go to bed. I put it in my room next to my bed! I can still remember the new bike smell it gave off. The next morning, I woke the fuck up, early, I didn't care about eating breakfast of watching cartoons. I got dressed and took my new bike out! I remember how happy I was, it was cool as shit and so much fucking fun, I still can't believe I got that lucky! I remember I had a lot of cool adventures with it and rode around with my<b> buddies </font></b>like we were a mini motorcycle bike gang. Of course they all had to take turns riding it! And I experienced massive amounts of jealousy from my older sister! She tried to steal it at one point. That was typical of her, and her behavior and believe it or not, she's still like that today! Unfortunately, this story doesn't have a happy ending! At the end of the summer, my parents broke up! I moved with my Mother somewhere else far away. I couldn't take the bike with me! There was no room for it where we were moving. I remember finally being able to bring it up to where we lived eventually but for some reason, I had to put it in storage back home at my cousins place. They were keeping a lot of the stuff from our old home in their garage. I later found out, my cousin, who was a boy a few years younger then me, stole my bike out of storage there and took it for his own. Without paying me or even asking! It broke my heart, but there were so many other things I was dealing with at the time, my rad bike I was losing was at the bottom of my list! It was an incredibly fucked up time. And if true to form, by my father giving me that bike when he did, and then pulling my entire life out from under me and throwing my whole life into utter chaos and terror. He actually was making a bad situation worse for me. If he had never got me the bike, I just would have done without, like I did with just about everything else at the time. Instead, he gave me the coolest thing I ever owned, and then by his actions took that and everything else away from me! Really cruel! But, that was my life, so I was kind of used to it.
Now today, my sister, the one who tried to steal my bike out of jealousy, is trying to get me to reconnect with my father again. He's probably about ninety now. I don't know how that old bastard stayed alive so long, and not have gone to prison! LOL! I told, her, quote: "No God damn fucking, God damn fucking way"! I also reminded her, that unlike her selective memory, I remember everything he did and said during that period. She argues, that I'm misinformed and others tried to sway my opinion by giving false testimony about my Fathers actions. I replied, " even if that were true, which it most certainly is not, I have enough first hand evidence I witnessed personally and remember quite vividly. So, even if he was an angel to the rest of the world. He was a fucking asshole to me, most of the time, or except for the time he bought me the bike which turned out to be just another painful memory of loss in the end anyway. So, fuck that fucking asshole.
Oh, well, that's a story from my happy childhood, you can see why I don't venture down memory lane very often.


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