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This is where we used to live

by anna at 10:18 AM on December 03, 2005

Clumsy me. I dropped John Updike's Memoirs of the Ford Administration in the tub. I was only halfway through it. Since the book is 13 years old and yellowed, this pretty much rendered it unreadable. Oh well, I know how it turns out. All his books are the same. I never buy them, I just pilfer them from my father-in-law's extensive collection.

The most famous of these wistful, almost fatalistic accounts are the Rabbit trilogy. In these he is married to Janice and they live a humdrum domestic life. She's neurotic and mousy. Even her name is mousy. All the wives have mousy names like Janice or Norma. Eventually he takes up with some younger exotic chick with an exotic name like Gwennivere or Maria. Before long he's shacked up with her but still vaguely unhappy.

As time goes on he grows irritated with her little quirks, usually something associated with the younger generation. He's both fascinated and repulsed by the avid way she swallows or her failure to shave her unerarms. The seed of discontent is planted and it grows into a massive oak of resentment and retaliation. He skulks back to the mousy wife and his maladapted kids. But it is never the same. Always there's that underlying suspicion and jealousy.

I tend to think Updike is one of those nit-picking fault-finders who are chronically unhappy. Then again, he's a filthy rich one trick pony. If he finds himself sinking into a funk he can always buy himself a new Mercedes or BMW. The rest of us don't have those options.

In some ways I guess I can relate to his story. I had a similar experience, though my wife is anything but mousy and she is certainly not neurotic. And in my case the quirk of girl #2 that irked me so was her excessive f-ing fondness for my friends.

The moral to the story: Hell if I know. But it doesn't hurt if you can work some alliteration into the mix.

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Alliteration: Mousy... some girls who have the mousey face I want to fuck real dry... straight fuck them while rubbing my nose against her mousey nose...

by LOCKHEED at December 3, 2005 10:07 PM


Alliteration: Mousy... some girls who have the mousey face I want to fuck real dry... straight fuck them while rubbing my nose against her mousey nose...

by LOCKHEED at December 3, 2005 10:08 PM


Alliteration: Mousy... some girls who have the mousey face I want to fuck real dry... straight fuck them while rubbing my nose against her mousey nose...


CUT AND PASTE the link to LOCKHEED's blog:

www.tradinganddrugs.blogspot.com

bookmark it as I am lonely and comment frequently...

by LOCKHEED at December 3, 2005 10:10 PM


Dry fucking isn't good Lock.

Girl number two with a fondness for friends... s'the reason I'm not in a relationship. Alllll the women I know are THAT girl. They could feign commitment for a week or so, but if my friends managed a few minutes alone with her she'd have her knickers off after two flat refusals to get down and dirty, be holding two cocks while choking on a third, and would be squeeking delightedly as she's rogered from behind.

If I ever find a woman that can say no... several times... until she is eventually telling me to piss off and go fuck myself... a woman who can look at several fit guys when she's in a relationship and decide against the fucking of a lifetime, to maintain that relationship... she'll be the one for me. Heh heh.

by Ex Crimson Guard NCO at December 4, 2005 12:04 AM


But what if the fit guy(s) offers her a noseful of cocaine? There is no whore worse than a coke whore.

Mousy is loud behind closed doors, mostly.

by anna at December 4, 2005 9:36 AM


Aw, I was trying to portray the nit-picking fault-finder who is chronically unhappy... lol

There are some fantastic, intelligent and non-licentious women I would love to shack up with... but 'the one' in particular knows my reputation and wouldn't go near me even if I reeked of irresistable pheromones... and she'd be right not to.

Shame... really. I'd be destined to have the three failed marriages life, leaving a trail of shit behind me, if I were willing to enter relationships just to have someone around to play the part on lonely days. Like some of my friends, I don't know if their girlfriends know what they're up to, but I suspect at least two do... and they just don't care, as long as they get cuddled and some attention every now and then. I am incapable of trusting someboy like that, s'much easier to do the sex thing and forget the companionship crap. Safer too. Meh.

No such thing as sluts anymore, men have never minded being rakes... women being called sluts can simply say: "No worse than you, slut!" Reply: "Indeed not, wanna fuck?" So the reputation reaped doesn't bother most, sex is recreational, all power to it, heh heh... but it's sort of taking over the concept of love and commitment... well, it hasn't taken over, it's just uncovered it all for what it is... pretty words that replace other words like lust and familiarity.

Couples in love are in love because they're not tempted on any quarter, spending a lot of time together and not around others... I'd use the word safe, not love. A safe couple. Take one away from the other, and stick him/her on an island, enter stranger who shares qualities with the 'true love' back home... but has flaws that they can't highlight because they don't know them as well as their true love back home. Suddenly the fantasy of this newcomer is greater than the reality of the relationship they're in. Take getting caught out of the equation and watch as clothes are removed and hearty romps through shivering orgasms ensue.

Ask a lass making up one half of a couple the question, "If you could sleep with anyone in the world without getting caught, who would it be?" You'll never hear the answer: Nobody. And if you do... know that there is a name floating behind those eyes that are so convincingly unblinking you can't help but wonder what else they're hiding. Heh. Of course, this is all in my humble opinion... it's not cannon. :P

by Ex Crimson Guard NCO at December 4, 2005 3:47 PM


Coffee whore. I meant coffee whore. There is nothing worse than a coffee whore, languishing outside a Starbucks. Damn coffee whores. D'oh.

by anna at December 5, 2005 11:00 AM


Aw, I was trying to portray the nit-picking fault-finder who is chronically unhappy... lol

There are some fantastic, intelligent and non-licentious women I would love to shack up with... but 'the one' in particular knows my reputation and wouldn't go near me even if I reeked of irresistable pheromones... and she'd be right not to.

Shame... really. I'd be destined to have the three failed marriages life, leaving a trail of shit behind me, if I were willing to enter relationships just to have someone around to play the part on lonely days. Like some of my friends, I don't know if their girlfriends know what they're up to, but I suspect at least two do... and they just don't care, as long as they get cuddled and some attention every now and then. I am incapable of trusting someboy like that, s'much easier to do the sex thing and forget the companionship crap. Safer too. Meh.

No such thing as sluts anymore, men have never minded being rakes... women being called sluts can simply say: "No worse than you, slut!" Reply: "Indeed not, wanna fuck?" So the reputation reaped doesn't bother most, sex is recreational, all power to it, heh heh... but it's sort of taking over the concept of love and commitment... well, it hasn't taken over, it's just uncovered it all for what it is... pretty words that replace other words like lust and familiarity.

Couples in love are in love because they're not tempted on any quarter, spending a lot of time together and not around others... I'd use the word safe, not love. A safe couple. Take one away from the other, and stick him/her on an island, enter stranger who shares qualities with the 'true love' back home... but has flaws that they can't highlight because they don't know them as well as their true love back home. Suddenly the fantasy of this newcomer is greater than the reality of the relationship they're in. Take getting caught out of the equation and watch as clothes are removed and hearty romps through shivering orgasms ensue.

Ask a lass making up one half of a couple the question, "If you could sleep with anyone in the world without getting caught, who would it be?" You'll never hear the answer: Nobody. And if you do... know that there is a name floating behind those eyes that are so convincingly unblinking you can't help but wonder what else they're hiding. Heh. Of course, this is all in my humble opinion... heh. :P

by Ex Crimson Guard NCO at December 5, 2005 4:35 PM


WTF? I don't even know what's gone on there? *scratches head* This morning I stopped the post and changed the 'cannon' which was clearly supposed to read 'canon' but which still wouldn't apply so I then changed to '... heh' but couldn't look at the site again for some reason, so I left it. Then I return tonight to post, or so I thought: "I wish we had Starbucks here!" But it came out... uh... all of the above with the final '... heh' instead of "it's not cannon".

BadSam clearly doesn't like Firefox... my post was trapped in a time warp or something. So... ahem...

"I wish we had Starbucks here."

There... sheesh.

by Ex Crimson Guard NCO at December 5, 2005 4:42 PM


MG, do you SHUN GOOGLE's BLOGGER?
WHY? OH WHY? It's a TRUE display of DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH...

...why oh why... is the IDEALISM so blinding... when the RESULTS are what makes MAN FEEL GOOD IN THE LONG RUN...?

....

www.tradinganddrugs.blogspot.com

by lockheed at December 5, 2005 8:27 PM


SI SENOR... THIS SITE IS REALLY, REALLY FUCKING DYING....

by LOCKHEED at December 7, 2005 8:14 PM



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