Somewhere between my being there pretty much every weekday night I don’t go out and Wed, Fri and Sat and sometimes Thursdays too my local BuckyStars hired an entire new ensemble. A really, really sweet girl who is not my type, but always says hi, an older gentleman and another girl who is again not my type, but not bad on my eyes either.
Where as previous years they always had super-fly love machines that just want me to get on and ride like I’m a captain of the love boat, lately its been more like a deck hand on a garbage barge. Me and the Laughing Cow creamy Swiss are having a go right about now as I play me some ocean wave subliminal from our very own catlord17’s store: http://www.subliminal-shop.com. I was gifted a couple and I’ll admit they really ROCK the CASBAH! I have not used them like I should, but I can attest whenever I do, they really, really make an impact on my life.
Well that was my shameless plug of a great man and his great programs, but seriously when I listen to them I know they work.
Back to last night, the place was dead ole dead. As in a 75 lb raccoon I hit with the BMW one fateful night coming home from the jiggly wiggly after visiting with a friend pre-thanksgiving. We toasted each others maddening success with women and using PUA skills. Amazed at how far we came along and the progress we made. We laughed, we cried, we sang lullabies as our heads bobbed up and down to the bouncing boobies that enraptured our minds eye. My way meandering down that country highway, I ensnared a 75 lb behemoth of a raccoon forever changing my life, by taking its. Its carcass discarded like a used coaster with a name and number written on it by a girl I will never call. Tossed aside into a drawer, the side of the road, entrails strewn about like hearts that I break by never calling. Lives shattered and ended on the cold November eve now catching the ghosts of baristas past on a cold January night in a BuckyStars far entombed of the shadows of memories past.
Strikingly, as if on queue, songs crackled on a broken speaker booming overhead Ripples In Still Water, the haunting melodic ghost of Jerry Garcia and yes I can only presume Grateful in his Dead. I was to drink my coffee next to the cold empty stone fireplace that lay dormant. A testament to the empty solitude of this bleak cold January eve. Holidays over, off to school, life, forgotten in trash lovingly wrapped paper now cast aside as if reminders of the toils of our life. I gripped my coffee there in that chair alone, empty, two hands bringing it to my mouth, sipping the warm, hot fluid as it cascaded over my tongue, burning it as it glided down my throat. Leaving a trail of molten lava as it descended to that pit, my gut I was destined this night to be HUH! OMG look at here that just walked in.
She was a hottie brunette and I had just changed my facebook status from open relationship to single. Yes I was single and the night was calling my name as the girl in form fitting jeans sauntered her way over to the counter. Her lovely shape captivated my imagination and I traced the outlines of her legs with my very existence. I undressed her with my eyes, salivating, lusting her, as she gathered her coffee and things. I commanded with my will, my vibrational energy for her to come forth and make her vibration resonate with mine. She sat down by the fireplace and I sprang into action and said seems a bit odd to have a fireplace and no fire on a chilly winter eve. She looked, her hazel green eyes penetrating my soul, I could feel the stirrings of arousal. I flipped the switch and the gas flames as if tiny dancers, tiny embers of life and lust licked the wood and turned that cold hard stone to warm.
2 sprays of A314 1.23 to my neck about 20 minutes prior.
I’m single again and M as we shall call her just happened to make my night so much warmer. We shall see long term implications of A314. All in the name of research of course 
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