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I was found out at work today.
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I was found out at work today. “How did you know it’s me?” I asked her. “The hard hat. You left the nickname I gave you on it.” She said. “I didn’t put that name on my helmet, the guys did,” I said. She laughed. “Oh yeah, coming in every morning, every time someone asks you, “How are you doing?” What’s your response? You should have taken the name off the helmet. No one else walks around with that name.” “That’s beside the point. What are you doing there? You have be on the website know I’m there.” “I read your blog.” She said. “Well….I’m kinda proud of it. Go back where you answer what are you doing there.” I said. “I liked the pickle one.” She said. “Really. I had fun writing that one. Again, what are YOU doing there?” I asked again a little louder. “How many women have you met on that site?” She asked. “I’ll tell you if you answer my question. What are you doing there?” I said. “Plus the all day text tease post that was a funny one.” She said smiling. “No, no, no. I get it. You read my blog. You’re deflecting. What’s going on in your life that you are having fun at my expense? “ I looked into her face, and deep into her eyes. “You’re searching for something,” I said. “Maybe.” She said and half-smiled. “Can’t be just sex. A like you could get sex if she wanted it. Even on that site, I bet you get, what ten messages a day.” “More sometimes. You’re not on that other app.” She said. “I’m not fully engaged on the site either. I blog too much and read other blogs. It’s a whole new world I had no idea that existed. It has trapped me. Wait a minute, you looked for me there, too? Why?” I asked. “I want a feeling. I’ll know it when I feel it. That’s why I am there.” She said. “Four. I’ve met four women. A honey pot. A cam . Two extremely talented visual artists, yet they themselves bloggers. I’ve only messaged them. Plus, I’ve had IM’s from two couple accounts. They and one guy asked for dick pictures that I haven’t taken yet. I haven’t met anyone in person yet from there. I’m not sure I can and still blog.” She listened and her eyes softened. “You have. Me.” She said. “Can I blog about what we talked about today?” I asked. “Depends, what would you say about me?” She asked. “Something along the lines of…”She acted like a spoiled brat that wanted her candy. Crying that…” “What?!?” She said outraged. “I can’t tell anyone you’re a cute short security guard that likes watching my butt. Always smiling when I walk up to her desk. Who would believe that?” I said. She laughed for a few seconds. Her hand reached out to me as if she was going to touch my face and stopped about two inches away. She withdrew it. “I want that feeling. More of that.” She said. In true guy fashion. I don’t understand. I nodded my head as I did. It seemed to reassure her. She took a big breath and turned, walked out of the cafeteria. So I watched her ass as she left. Sue me. So, as YOU, cute short security guard, read my post today. Please, please tell me which person you are, here. I’ve looked through twenty<b> profiles </font></b>so far and haven’t made the connection. You had me terrified when you said you wanted to talk to me later. I walked around the outside of the building several times to avoid your desk to avoid that talk. It was so hot outside. It’s not fair you cornered me in the cafeteria. How can I avoid you if you hunt me down? Damn your security cameras and the guy who trained you to use them. Whatever happened to the electrician I set you up with? I thought you had a thing going with him. I haven’t seen him in a while, or his company lately. And YES I was watching your ass. Not only am I admitting it here that it really looks nice it those terrible tacky blue pants. I know you watched mine when I did the cowboy hip thrust dance move a month ago. So there! |
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“How did you know it’s me?” I asked her. “The hard hat. You left the nickname I gave you on it.” She said. “I didn’t put that name on my helmet, the guys did,” I said. She laughed. “Oh yeah, coming in every morning, every time someone asks you, “How are you doing?” What’s your response? You should have taken the name off the helmet. No one else walks around with that name.” “That’s beside the point. What are you doing there? You have to be on the website to know I’m there.” “I read your blog.” She said. “Well….I’m kinda proud of it. Go back to where you answer what are you doing there.” I said. “I liked the pickle one.” She said. “Really. I had fun writing that one. Again, what are YOU doing there?” I asked again a little louder. “How many women have you met on that site?” She asked. “I’ll tell you if you answer my question. What are you doing there?” I said. “Plus the all day text tease post that was a funny one.” She said smiling. “No, no, no. I get it. You read my blog. You’re deflecting. What’s going on in your life that you are having fun at my expense? “ I looked into her face, and deep into her eyes. “You’re searching for something,” I said. “Maybe.” She said and half-smiled. “Can’t be just sex. A girl like you could get sex if she wanted it. Even on that site, I bet you get, what ten messages a day.” “More sometimes. You’re not on that other app.” She said. “I’m not fully engaged on the site either. I blog too much and read other blogs. It’s a whole new world I had no idea that existed. It has trapped me. Wait a minute, you looked for me there, too? Why?” I asked. “I want a feeling. I’ll know it when I feel it. That’s why I am there.” She said. “Four. I’ve met four women. A honey pot. A cam girl. Two extremely talented visual artists, yet they call themselves bloggers. I’ve only messaged them. Plus, I’ve had IM’s from two couple accounts. They and one guy asked for dick pictures that I haven’t taken yet. I haven’t met anyone in person yet from there. I’m not sure I can and still blog.” She listened and her eyes softened. “You have. Me.” She said. “Can I blog about what we talked about today?” I asked. “Depends, what would you say about me?” She asked. “Something along the lines of…”She acted like a spoiled brat that wanted her candy. Crying that…” “What?!?” She said outraged. “I can’t tell anyone you’re a cute short security guard that likes watching my butt. Always smiling when I walk up to her desk. Who would believe that?” I said. She laughed for a few seconds. Her hand reached out to me as if she was going to touch my face and stopped about two inches away. She withdrew it. “I want that feeling. More of that.” She said. In true guy fashion. I don’t understand. I nodded my head as I did. It seemed to reassure her. She took a big breath and turned, walked out of the cafeteria. So I watched her ass as she left. Sue me. So, as YOU, cute short security guard, read my post today. Please, please tell me which person you are, here. I’ve looked through twenty profiles so far and haven’t made the connection. You had me terrified when you said you wanted to talk to me later. I walked around the outside of the building several times to avoid your desk to avoid that talk. It was so hot outside. It’s not fair you cornered me in the cafeteria. How can I avoid you if you hunt me down? Damn your security cameras and the guy who trained you to use them. Whatever happened to the electrician I set you up with? I thought you had a thing going with him. I haven’t seen him in a while, or his company lately. And YES I was watching your ass. Not only am I admitting it here that it really looks nice it those terrible tacky blue pants. I know you watched mine when I did the cowboy hip thrust dance move a month ago. So there!
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I've never had anyone 'spot' me in the real world. Now that she knows, whatcha gonna do? Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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well...i don't think anything wrong with it...obviously...she was on the site, to start off with??? that's the reason she found you??? i would search her...from the age and location...but if you are in a city, that might not be possible... but i really hate when someone approach me while i am out and about with my family...it happened before, and i was with my teenage daughter, at that time...not cool...not cool...
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 I've always wondered what I would do if someone approached me and said they knew I was here. I guess the immediate retort would be exactly yours. Hope you enjoy your next meeting with the young lady........if we don't read about it we'll read into that.......
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