Finding Nemo!

This is something that happened to me a while back. An amusing story with a happy ending.

I was in a relationship dry spot for a period of a few months when I met him. I was passing by a sex store when I glanced in the window and saw him inside. Something compelled me to go in, and find out more about him. I quickly bonded with him at a deep level. He was exactly what I needed in life just then.No complications, no entanglements and always immediately satisfying. I named him “Nemo” after that cute little fish in the movie.  He was not a swimmer, but he was best when wet!

Nemo was just about the longest lasting pleasure giver that I was ever entertained by. I always was the first of us to tucker out. He was insatiable. Oh God, how I treasured Nemo! He always felt good to me. Smaller than most, but very high energy and wiry. For a little guy, I was always amazed at how satisfying he always was. He only gave trouble once, but it was almost a deal breaker. Although it took some outside help, I am glad we worked our way through it.

Nemo, the joy of my life when I needed it the most, was a mini-vibrator!

I was attracted to his high quality look right off the bat.  I had not had sex in so long I had almost forgotten what it felt like. Almost like sexual amnesia or something. So of course when I caught a glimpse of him in the window display, bells just started to ring as my mind latched onto the possibility of having some sexual relief. He had a small little carrying case that slipped in my purse. It looked for all the world like an ultra compact umbrella or something of that nature. Nobody who saw him ever recognized him for the deliverer of delights that he was.

I have an unusual job for a woman. I am a traveling salesman selling replacement car parts to automotive parts wholesalers throughout the region that I live in. I travel a lot, frequently out of town for three weeks of every month. At one time I loved my job and the freedom that it gave me. I was always meeting new people. But after doing it for years, my enthusiasm paled, and it became just a job. You see, by then I was pushing my mid-forties pretty hard, and I just did not think I could handle a new career. When I was younger, I had a sailor in every port. Most people would have judged me as promiscuous. I personally prefer calling it free spirited. And besides, it was not like I was doing it with anybody wearing pants I just did the hot ones! Come on, I am kidding. I often had several guys on the go at the same time. I never promised them anything exclusive, and they were okay with that. I avoided one night stands. In fact, I never had one. I hope that all of my past companions still think of me with the same warmth of feelings that I still feel for them. I was religious about protection, so I never had any issues. But I found that as I got older,  I was looking for more than the friends with benefits relationships that I had. So as the each of them got permanently involved with someone who wanted to build a family, I found I just did not have the urge to replace them. My life became quite lonely. I guess my subconscious was trying to change my life into something better, but my conscious mind could not come to grips with the conflict between my job and any sort of stable, monogamous relationship. Ergo, Nemo.

I was coming home from a longer than normal and rather arduous sales tour when I frightened myself. I dozed off for a second behind the wheel and just caught myself before I left the road. Rather than chance it, I decided to stay at a motel that was just about 20 miles from home. So I had a quick supper, and turned in. As always, when you are the tiredest, that is when you are most likely to have trouble falling asleep. So after about a half hour of trying, I pulled Nemo out of my purse to take me on a pleasure trip. When I turned him on, he did not sound quite right. I remembered that I had been meaning to replace his batteries but had not gotten around to it. I opened my purse and pulled out the ones that I had already picked up. With the replacements in place, trusty Nemo was soon firing on all cylinders.

For some reason, Nemo was more adept than usual, and I found myself more stimulated than my norm. I still remember it years later. Must have been those fresh batteries. Either that or else my tense, tired body really, really needed this. As a result, I found that I was penetrating myself much more than usual with him. The sensations I was feeling as I slipped him in and out and in and out and in and out was just amazing. My climax was huge, but when I came, I lost my grip on Nemo and he slipped way up inside of me. I could not reach him, and he was still going. I started to panic, but he kept right on humming along. I started to wish I had bought cheaper batteries. As I came the third time in five minutes, I was starting to flag. I was already tired to start, and I was not sure how much of this I could tolerate. Well, tolerate is a bad word, because my body seemed to be one with Nemo, even though my head was getting worried. I started to think of ways to get him out, but motel rooms are not known for handy things to push up your vagina that could snag a wayward vibrator. I even tried standing up with my legs spread and bouncing up and down on my heels. That was the closest I got to success. He started to slip down, but just as reached the point where I could grab him, I had another shuddering spasm. Up he zipped, fast as lightning!

I was almost dead by then, but that smug little self centered buzz bomb just kept humming along. I was interchanging praying to God with cursing EverReady at this point. I finally decided that I needed someone to help. Asking the hotel night clerk might have made his day, but I was not about to do that. Instead, I looked up the address of the nearest hospital and payed a visit to their emergency ward. I was hoping to get a sympathetic nurse rather than some uptight doctor. I was fortunate in my timing because the ward was not overly busy. I only had to wait a half hour or so, even though it seemed like centuries. As I waited, I had several more orgasms. I was actually starting to hurt each time it happened. This was not even remotely funny anymore.

Again, I lucked out. I was barely in the room when the doctor came in. He had Nemo out in less than a minute. I gave a big sigh of relief! Once the cause of my concern had been dealt with, I started to get red in the face. How embarrassing! He was nice about it though, and said that it was not the first time that had happened. He left then, but as he walked away, my eyes were immediately attracted to his really cute butt. It went well with his face, and he had a good one. He was even my age.  But with all those eye candy features, someone else must have him totally wrapped up already.

The fatigue really hit me then. I was having trouble even bending over to put on my slacks. When I stood up I felt dizzy. I looked for signs pointing the way to the cafeteria and followed them slowly.  I had just started to work on my croissant and sip a herbal tea when Dr. Stud Muffin walks in and orders a coffee and toasted bagel. I was sort of admiring the view out of the corner of my eye when he walks right up to my table and asks if he could sit down.

As a salesman, you know that I must have a gift for gab. When it came to the personal stuff though, I have always had trouble opening up to anyone. Even my past lovers knew little about what really drove me. Maybe it was his bedside manner, but with this guy I found that I was pouring my heart out to him within five minutes. He was amazingly easy to talk to. I just implicitly trusted him.  He said that he understood what a toll a demanding job could take on a relationship. His wife had left him a couple of years before because she could not stand it any more. He had just signed the final papers a couple of months before. In any event, he suddenly became even more interesting to me, and I shifted the conversation slightly.

I had a lightness in my step as I walked out of the hospital. It seemed like all that fatigue was gone. I had managed to get him interested enough in me that he asked me out on a date that weekend. Our first date went well, and we started to go out more often as our schedules allowed. Since we both had demanding jobs, we fully understood the constraints that could put on each of us. Unexpected blips sometimes forced us to reschedule a date, but we never, ever held that against each other. If anything, it just made our next date that much more special. One thing led to another, and after a year we moved in together. His cooler house of course. Two years later, I walked down the aisle with him, happy as a lark.

Nemo was the only one who suffered in all of this. His life became quite lonely without me. I seldom needed him anymore, and after 4 months I put him away for good. Knowing him for the great guy he was, I am sure he was okay with it because I was so happy. Sometimes I think that he planned it. The way things just worked out that is. Maybe he was my little messenger from God.  In any event, Nemo still has a special place in my heart, and sits in an honored place on a shelf in my bedroom. He changed my life, and every once in a while, I take him down and reflect on all of that.


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Are Gay Men Shallow

 Some people believe that all gay men are shallow when it comes to finding someone they would like to have a long term relationship with. But that just isn’t how it is.  Sure many of us prefer someone who is healthy as well as physically fit; heck you can say the same thing about heterosexuals as well. In fact sometimes it is hard for people that do not fit that criteria to find a partner. It can be even harder for gay men because they make up a smaller part of the general population. Some gay men are shallow and there's not a lot you can do to change that. My idea is that if they do not like me then they can kiss my not so flabby tush.

With age comes wisdom, and as gay men mature, they will tend to mellow out and look for someone who is more of a friend than just a hot body. But until that day comes you might just have to take what you can get, or try going to the gym once in awhile. Appearance is definitely a big factor, but it is not the only thing in the game of love between young gay men. Not many guys want to date someone that is over weight. Personally looks are still an important factor before I would think about about approaching another man, let alone start a relationship with them.  If that makes me shallow, so be it, but I know what I want. 

 Why are so many young gay men interested in slim trim athletic types? Guys in general are sexual creatures and want to have sex with good looking guys. This is also true for many young men are only looking for sex and not any form of long term commitment. But with varying 'attractive' criteria in different cultures, it is still possible for chubby men to get action. It really does not matter the reasons why people choose the way they do. Some people just behave this way when it comes to picking a lover its just who they are.

I know many people in my life that I would not consider dating, but I still like them as friends. I have some great friends that I cherish for the friends that they are, and I met the majority of them via online dating sites. I love meeting people online because it tends to push my extended network of friends so much farther than I could ever do within my existing network of pals. You might think that I am callous because I can see what they look like before I put the moves on them, but it is more than that. Many of them are people that I happened to meet in chat rooms on dating sites and I became interested in them because of what they had to say. I have not dated many of them, but I do consider many of them to be among my circle of friends now. With my busy life style, I do not get a lot of opportunities to just troll bars looking for a lay, so my escape hatch is gay dating sites where I can hang out for a short time talking to people that I have come to know and respect.

I think I am at that cusp in my life where I am transitioning from casual pickups to a long term commitment. I am not quite ready to make the commitment jump yet, but I am thinking that a few longer term relationships might help me get past the fear that I have of being exclusive with just one person. For me, online dating is a useful tool that helps me find new tools (LOL). If you start dating and the person seems to be rushing it and making you uncomfortable, it is easy to move on. And if by chance they start to hassle you online, well all you have to do is block them, with online dating sites your real email address phone number and address are never given out so there's no worry about someone bothering you unless you were stupid and gave them your personal contact information already.  The best thing though is that most of the men on dating sites are just like you, and are unlikely to push themselves on someone where the affection is not being returned.

Most men are not overly particular about your looks. They are primarily looking for someone to hang with. They would like someone with similar interests, who is intellectually challenging and has compatible personality traits. Someone who is  compassionate, caring and giving. Someone who's company they can enjoy. Someone who will be there in the morning.

So if your looking for love in all the wrong places then join an online dating site to expand your horizons. There are literally hundreds of gay dating sites just waiting to help you meet someone special. They have members from all walks of life and religions all looking for someone to share their time and lives with. So why wait? Get off your butt, get online and check them out. You won't be disappointed. If nothing else you're sure to make some good friends. Below is the link to the site that I use, they have so many sites to chose from, I'm sure you'll find one that has what your looking for.

http://www.top100datingpersonals.com/gaydating.php

What Do College Students Want

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not completely around the bend or anything like that, but please stop telling me to enjoy being single because “one day” I might find myself with a husband, children and an expensive apartment, being single sucks and stinks to high heaven. I have been single for 22 years, single is my closest friend,  I have had more relationship problem's than relationships, I would love to have a real relationship with someone other than my cat, college dating stinks, for me anyway. Why does it appear like everyone around me is winning at the game of love except me, Losing in love has become a habit that is getting harder and harder to break.

I once asked someone close to me (no not my gold fish), but rather a college friend how she does it, I explained to her that when I go to parties, other women seem to have no problem connecting with guys, but no matter who I take a shine to, I am constantly outmaneuvered by other women who walk away with the trophy. Her answer was to ask me what I would do if someone tried to line jump in front of me. I replied I would kick them and shove them back in line to wait their turn. She said wonderful, the next time some babe tries to take your man just push her aside, grab the guy and make him yours. Maybe I should have asked my dog.

College guys are a complete mystery to me, I'm a smart attractive college girl but they act like I am the toe jamb in their shoes. The ones I do go out with are only interested in sex, for most college guys you have to shell out or get out, so I'd rather get out.

But its not just college girls who have problems, there are college dudes who do not seem to play well with college babes. It seems if you won't have sex with them they think you are a wuss, its too bad because I have a lot to offer, other then sex. The male students tell me that some of the girls want them go to bed with them and if they don't make a move she tells other people that they have no sex drive. These are nice guys that are just the type of guy that you would want to have a life with and don't just think of them as an easy piece, why can't these ladies see that these men will not accept this sort of handling.

There may be, however, a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, several of the group have decided to join several of the more successful online college dating sites. They have heard some amazing stories from other college students who met their dream date on one of the college dating sites. They said the people on these sites don't care don't care if you work out or not and they are into more activities than just sex, sex, sex, they're fantastic people, and college students like us. They have a dream of making something of themselves. They hope to meet the person of their dreams and settle down to a long future together. One of my friends actually met his fiance on a college dating site, I was surprised because it happened so quickly, that they were an item before I knew he was going to join an online dating site.

I have decided that I'm going to give it a try for myself.  My friends told me about this site they found that lists and ranks a bunch of online dating sites, and they have an entire page on just college dating sites. This is where they started and they recommend it to everyone. Who knows maybe I'll finally find someone who is caring and decent. If you are in college or looking to date someone  who is in college why don't you follow this link:

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