Head Sleeper?

Perhaps you're more of a Blowjob Gladiator? 'A what?!' My girlfriends gives me a shocked look surprised that this question came out of my mouth. I give an explanation of my new terms, the sleeper is a girl who you would never think gives head until you're hooking up with her and she's all about it. The gladiator...well that is a girl who 'kills' blowjobs she is just great at them and loves doing it to boot. With a little more poise about her she takes a moment to think, while my other girlfriend is all over it. She bust in with 'I love sex...I'm a Gladiator!' I can't help but laugh ::thanks for that:: we all know she loves sex and loves talking about it. It's a wonderful part of her personality, she's comfortable with herself and confident enough to open up to us.

I turn back to the more hesitant of the group, Well? The only reason I push so hard is because part of the argument that started this piece was my claim that I could see a 'sleeper' a mile away and guys just don't have that ability. I watch the wheels turn, and am interested when I realize she is trying to think of a way to get out of answering, while my original line of questions was to find out if she was a sleeper. I had strong doubt knowing her as well as I do, she really is not into oral (getting or receiving) and that is a damn shame. I do however take comfort in the fact that my gut is right and I can continue with my side of the topic. 'I'll do it, but I'd rather just have sex.'

You know, you can do both.

I can tell this is a conversation she needs a drink for, so I retrieve one of my favorite Pinot Noir's from the kitchen and pour everyone a glass. She looks to me thankfully as I hand her a glass but still a little pensive, so I move across the room to sit in my favorite chair, so she doesn't catch on that this whole conversation is about her. When I planned to do research I always look directly around me for sources she was the only one out of my girlfriends that I didn't talk about much from the bedroom. A pretty girl, I think to my self... What do guys see when they look at her? Do they see the shy exterior she likes to put out or are they really looking past that with excitement to 'unleash the beast' or at least lioness. Back to the subject at hand, I decide to by pass any mind games and go right for the kill ::its more my style:: Have you ever had a guy give you oral than have sex with you? She watches her wine coat the walls of the glass for a moment...then answers without looking up. 'No, but I've done it the other way around.' Well that's a start isn't it. The statement made with only slight tease. I leave it at that for a moment content with the step she had just taken and ask the other girls a few questions.
What's your favorite part about giving head?
- Rendering a guy completely helpless.
What did the last guy do that you loved?
- Couldn't speak, he literally wasn't able to say a word!
'I like the way they watch in amazement if you swallow.' Blank stares as we all turn to the smiling face that has decided to join the conversation, none of us know what to say. So to break the silence she continues with, 'Ya know I don't mind a guy going down on me...but I would much rather do it for him, I can just never really relax when it's the other way around.' Case confirmed we've got a full on 'Head Sleeper' on our hands. She's okay with a guy going down on her, likes sex, but loves giving head.
The conversation spirals into guys giving girls oral and to stories for another day.
Any guys dream, is my first thought of her but I take it to the other half and find all kinds of outlooks on the topic. The most common, a guy just wants a girl who will enjoy all. Of course the good ol' saying Lady on the streets and freak in the sheets came up more than once. But I couldn't help but find the truth in the statement, much of the feedback I got largely included head is great but I want the girl to do because she wants to, because she really enjoys it!
So in reflection I feel that I can link this up with sex in general...there is no person guy or girl who wants to have to cheer on the other person the whole time. If you hop into bed with me I want you to bring some confidence with you ::walk the talk, if you will:: Trying new things is great, asking me about them is very considerate, but if there is something you want...just say it. Now that I think about it that is a great rule of thumb in general if you want head and your not sure if this girl is into it, just ask. There is nothing to loose!

-n

The Traveling Heart

It has so much to offer to some lucky person.

Stops...just long enough to tease.

*Poof* gone before your very eyes and emotions.

Filling your mind with thoughts of what if, one day, if only.

Consuming you, to the point when every thought and movement of the day belongs to it.

This magical fit doesn't even know, jumping around and taking you along.

Rather you follow waiting for the perfect moment that plays over and over again.

Feelings bubble over to the point where you scream in utter outrage or the tears you try to will away just keep coming. When is enough...enough? How long will the travels be this time? It doesn't quite matter because wait is all you can do. With an option of action being a risk of a shattered heart, maybe you should adapt. Becoming your own traveling heart, if staying in one place doesn't fill the need, then find comfort in the movement of travel. Perhaps ending somewhere new or back at home. Which brings me to that terrible saying 'Home Is Where The Heart Is' who came up with that?! It's terrible, what if my heart is in more than one place. And what if my heart is no place at all? I love myself, so I suppose for now that is good...it keeps my heart right here where I can watch it. Even if it wants to follow.

Quick and simple are my thoughts on this traveling heart.

-n

Photo of a Traveled Heart

Parking Challenged No More

Adams Morgan?! Why? In my mind there are very few reasons to go there, a few good places to eat; Diamonds in the rough if you will, but after that nada. Besides why would I go any where I can't wear nice shoes...all of my shoes are nice. But after some persuasive text I find out the destination is a private residence, I love getting a peek of those old houses so my interest ::for the moment:: is peaked. This adventure seems fit for AA so I make the call, give a time line and the night is pushed into full swing.

Wanna be comfy in case we have to walk, warm cause it's cold like no other outside, and as always perfectly hot so the outfit choice goes to cotton dress and tall black boot complete with four inch stiletto heel ::wouldn't have it any other way:: Even with getting ready in record time, I'm already an hour behind schedule, what will be really hard to pull off is getting AA out of the house in her own record time. Run in, have a quick cocktail, pick out a cute outfit, and we're on our way.

As I make my way up eighteenth I remember why I never go higher than Florida Ave, I hate this area. Packed with young frats looking to bang anything with a hole wondering bar to bar, a main strip that takes an hour to get through and absolutely no parking. We near our destination a couple of blocks up from The Strip and I realize all the people parking and walking around us are walking all the way down to the bars. Which solidifies my thought that we are never finding a spot. After driving around a couple of times we luck out and only three blocks from the destination, I announce that we are not moving this car again for the night.

I have a double thought about my gorgeous boots as I trot up a steep hill with AA in tow already listing her complaints. We make it and are greeted by our host a Traveling Tri-Athelete, pleasantries are exchanged and as I catch a questioning side glance from him I wonder what the question brewing behind his eyes is. The thought is short and quickly replaced when a maybe not buzzed but definitely feeling good C.St walks into the room to greet us, I introduce AA and can tell that his earlier inquiry about the cuteness of my friend has been answered.

The home has been renovated to a degree clearly with a masculine eye, glory photos and pieces collected from all over the word fill every corner of the house. Each with a story TT is ready to tell at any prompt given, most of them amusing some even interesting. We share drinks, a few stories and more laughs. As everyone runs low we move to the kitchen, AA is takes a tour of the photos and somehow her detailed eye catches a small box on the counter. 'Super Macho' She repeats herself and shoots an inquiring eye to TT, before flat our asking what it is. With a laugh he explains his impulse buy and the fact that he really doesn't know what it is or what's in it or what part of it makes you Super Macho. AA opens the bottle and I see things take a terrible shift, one after the other the three of them all pop one into their mouths, swallow hard and wait to feel...what else but

Super Macho

Another drink and I have requested a tour, specifically to see the steam room addition that has been added. Tempted to take a go myself as the guys had done earlier in the night, I think better as I catch a image of my hair in the mirror ::maybe next time:: We all find ourselves in the kitchen again chatting up a storm, not sure if it was the drinks or perhaps the combination of lots of time and lots to talk about. AA and I can talk anyones head off between the two of us, it was a good pairing with our congenial companions for the night. Already knowing a bit about C.St I leave it to AA to find out anything I might have missed, I take on TT and I find like myself he can talk about anything...which made for conversations that were all over the place. From the Granite on the counters to his accused obsession with anything Asian. I double check my watch when I notice the clock reads 12:30a, earlier in the night each party expressed the need to stop by different birthday events separately at some point in the night. Well that 'some point' was now, we finish our drinks and bundle up accordingly with the freezing Jan night. Say our goodbyes on the sidewalk as a Panda watched over us and agree to meet back in two hours, logically we should be able to do that ::logically:: AA and I make it back to the car and map out our next couple of spots...I admire my nice parking spot and suggest the idea of a cab, she frowns announces her lack of cash I shrug and start to get in the car. Just then a Black Town car pulls up behind us, the driver gets out and opens the trunk to receive his cab sign. I ask the obvious, Are you a cab? then the next valuable piece needed, Do you take credit? With yes and yes answers AA and I hop into our the car, that is after bargaining the price of our destination a little. We fill the cab with small talk...well as 'small' as talk can get with two girls that have been drinking for a while can get. Almost half-way there and we change the first destination for one closer, Current is on the way and friends are set up on a table...why not. As I get ready to pay, sadness comes to me when I think that we are getting out of a nice cushy ride until the a thought pops into my head and out of my mouth. What's your number? We can call you when we're ready to go to the next place. He looks to me and I feel it's not going to happen, until he smiles and produces a card with his info on it. 'Call me when you are ready.' I get out of the car and thank Steve with a waive goodbye.

It's cold so I'm happy to see that we won't be waiting in any lines, a kiss on the cheek and we're inside at the bar for a quick shot. Soon after we find our friends a quick sit and see what else is on the agenda for them tonight. Nothing very exciting seems everyone is having a quite weekend after the debacle of a week last week was. We dance, meet a few new people, and have a drink. Saying our goodbyes we inform that we have to get to a birthday in China town. I call Steve and he's there in less than the suggested fifteen minutes. He pulls right up to the curb and we plan the next spot...destination Muse. A very Asian inspired Lounge and Club in the ever growing Penn Quarter. As we settle into the warmth of the car I notice Steve our Mediterranean driver is listening to Country music, I ask if this is always what he listed to. His simple response is 'Would you rather the rap ?' Perhaps poking a little fun at my upfront question, I smile and answer what ever you like, I like Steve...this is great.

Muse Lounge has taken over the old Coyote Ugly building with renovations turning the whole corner into a new place. With three floors, there is a place for everyone. The first has a large bar and dance floor, the Second and Third levels are more geared toward table seating and smaller dance areas. Any given day different djs with different genres will be on each level. After running into friends on the first floor and grabbing a quick drink with them, we find our party on the Third floor. It's late in the night and this party has been going for a while so the general look of the group is super buzzed fun. The birthday girl however is complete wasted, hate to be any where near her projectile vomit later on tonight, kind of fun. Some times nights start to feel like doing the dishes (wash, rinse, dry...repeat) We dance, meet a few new people and have a drink. C.St is looking for me but doesn't want to meet us at our current location, instead wants to come to him. In the confusion of text the plans get changed and I wonder how clear headed the once 'feeling quite good' C.St really is, have he and TT gotten to past the buzzed point not unlike AA? I call Steve and suppose the rest we'll just have to find out.
We get to K Street and find the C.St and TT have separated at some unknown point in the night, I can hardly get an answer out of C.St between his pursuit of a girl that has caught his fancy and AA running to the restroom, I decide I am done. Even as the driver has just dropped us off, I am calling him to come back. With the last patient bone in my body I offer C.St to catch a ride with us, he doesn't seem too worried and I don't have the energy to do any convincing, beside I have AA to worry about and that is quite enough for me. I gather up mine, and we leave without goodbyes. Outside a fav staff person points out our car in the slue of people trying to get cabs, a kiss on the cheek and we're swept away. I lean back take a look at AA who is fading in and out of sleep and take a big breath, then my phone rings. We're already over half way there and it's just too far to turn around...as my phone continues to ring I make the mistake of answering. It's always impossible to talk with a wasted person, and that's all I have to say about that. The night ends with AA snuggled under the covers and I giggle to myself as AA ask me to cuddle with her and keep her warm. ::Why not...this must just have been one of those nights::

In the early afternoon, I cancel Brunch plans, then lunch plans and finally get out of bed long enough to send a text to everyone from the night.
How ya doing soldiers?
The response is the same across the board...hurting. Seems terrible but I get a laugh out of it and think next time we'll all know better ::not::

-n

Photo of DC Pandas before being actioned off to private parties.

Inaugural Survival Kit

Four hundred plus person event...check

Four inch heels...check

Rockin dress to show off the rockin body...check

Glass of Champagne glued to hand...check

Okay so not really a survival kit, but its the way I survived yesterday. The day was great millions of people lined up for miles in the freezing cold, waiving flags and witnessing history. After questioning our cities ability to keep up with all these people I am happy to say that we were more than ready. The snag of the day would have to be the metro, and that was really to be expected. I think it's nice that everyone took the metro, but am also happy that it's not like that all the time.

The week has been filled with endless parties and a constant parade of endless celebrities ::quite the show:: Catching up with local friends, I ask how everyone fared through Inauguration. Most common response, Glad the city is back.

Yes, our city is back...but never the same.

-n