Somebody please help me find him

I recently returned home to Maine from a week long jaunt to Wildwood, New Jersey. One day while I was at the beach with my husband and son, I met eyes with a Canadian man who took my breath away. It may have been my imagination but I do believe the attraction was mutual. He gave suttle hints of his interest in me, or so I think he did. At one point, the tide came in forcing my family and his to move our blankets and chairs back. My family moved first and I was bummed because I was further away from him. I was so excited when he began moving his beach stuff closer to us, or me.

He landed his chair about a foot away from mine and I had to physically restrain myself from reaching out to him. I wanted, needed to touch his body. I was on fire with desire. He proceeded to wade through the water and I followed. I stayed close behind him as we went deeper and deeper. He then spoke to me. He pointed out dolphin that were playing in the water ahead of us. His voice was deep and very sexy. I stood so close to him and my breath quickened. I had planned on discreetly touching him. His hand, his back. I wanted him to know he was affecting me and I hoped for him to respond. Ever since that day, I've been plagued with constant thoughts, fantasies about him. I think about him night and day and it is driving me insane. I don't know his name and only know he is from Canada.

I would give anything to make contact with him. In kick myself in the ass for not being forward thinking and perhaps slipping him my email address or cell phone number. Had I, I am sure we would be corresponding, which would be highly satisfying for me. Ofr course, I'll never find him. So I'll be forced to continue dreaming about touching his body, kissing him passionately, fucking him over and over. My body is in a constant state of arousal for him. This goes beyond any crush I've ever had.

If anyone has any suggestions as to how I might find this man, please share!

No man has ever had this affect on me. Somebody please help me find him. My body needs him. Respond with your thoughts.


Melissa

I sold drugs to inmates

After a few years of doing it I have recently stopped. I was only trying to get some extra money at first. Our house was going to be taken after we spent too much on repairing the roof and the hot water tank and furnace. We just over-extended ourselves and then ended up in a bad state so I brought in some coke for a con I knew from the outside before he was locked up. I was going to stop after the first few times but I could not. the money was too good. I have stopped doing it now though. I didn't think my career was worth it. I can say that I'm not surprised that many C.O's deal stuff to cons. It's not like we get paid very well.

I feel very uncomfortable

I got a big ass hump on my nose.. and nobody at my works knows it.
I got long hair and it helps me hide it.. whenever i see someone about to stare at me from the left or right direction I either turn around or hide it with my hair.. and somehow nobody ever knows about the hump they watch me from the front only.


I just feel unconfortable .. and im planing on having a nose job.. very soon
Im earning money ..


Roxy

What the hell is going on

Tonight started when I called up my friend to hang out, but my mindset started two days before, when I had gotten completely trashed. From when I woke up, to the writing of this, it feels like my hangover never left. The headache left, but I'm having trouble focusing. It's like my mind is operating in a glass jar. I try to speak, such as when I called my friend,and my points become muddled and I spout non sequitors.

Anyway, I chill out at his house, and we leave to drop his car off at the garage. we rent a movie, and see a friend at the movie store. It's like watching a movie, all my moves are choreographed in advance.

Fuckin a, I'm doing it again. Back on course

The movie we watched was Jarhead. First time I had seen it. Long story short, it made me realize what was fucking wrong with me. Nothing has ever happened in my life. Life has happened, but I don't like it. I hate what I was in middle school and high school, some quirky, geeky little kid. But nothing major has happened. My parents were divorced when I was in sixth or fifth grade. maybe it was fourth. That is the story of my life. I was an average student, I played a fair amount of sports, but nothing has fucking come of it.
I just don't know what to do. Like that guy in Jarhead, I'm going insane from lack of action. I left my friend's home tonight, and took the long way home. Stopped at a 24 hour gas station, and put sixty bucks into my fucking tank. That's a full 8 hour work day, just to buy some fucking explosive liquid. Took the long way home, took the backroads, and I don't remember controlling the wheel. I just didn't give a shit. I didn't want control of the car, I wanted to revel in being on the edge. Bounding up the road at 95, squeaking around corners, I just didn't give a shit. Everytime my mind took my foot off the gas pedal, something in my body pushed it back to the floor.

I came to a stop at the four way before my house. I can't focus, I havn't been able to focus all weekend. I asked myself what the fuck I was doing and couldn't come up with a reasonable answer. Took the turn and brought it up to 70, and knew where I wanted to go. It wasn't home. Took the jeep up to what I guess could be called a lookout point. Thankfully, I was alone up there. took a beer out of the back and got up on the hood of my car.

I was looking out into touristville, Maine, securely nestled between two lakes. I didn't see it, though, because I had seen it hundreds of times before. I knew what was there. I only intepreted shapes, darkness and light, the moon waxing silver off the surface of the lakes.

I just sat back and stared up at the stars. The Perseid meteor shower was making it's last appearence for the year, and I felt like the only person paying attention to it.

Just what the fuck was I doing up here? What the fuck am I doing with mylife? WHY THE FUCK AM I TALKING TO MYSELF!?

That's right, because I'm all alone. At the end of the day, I'm all alone. If I had someone to share this with, I would be fine. All I have to trustis the intuition inside my head, and it has never steered me correctly.

I must be going crazy, because that's the only reason someone would careen down country roads and wind up on a hill, holding a beer and looking out over a beautiful countryside he despises. So if I am crazy, how did I get here? Why am I crazy? I? I don't even know who the FUCK I am. Looking at the stars, watching satellites pass over I try to focus on that question I can't focus, I can never focus.All I know is that I hate who I am. I hate who I was in the past. I was okay with who I was as a child, but that never lasts.

I hate everything up to this point. I'm only 19, and I hate what the fuck has happened. I wish i could erase it from my memory and start again. I just want it all GONE. everything. sucking up at baseball as a kid, sucking up at soccer as a kid, fucking up my first three relationships, being a stupid fucking geek in middle school. I recently found all the star wars books that I read as a kid and wanted to throw them all in a fire and shoot myself for being that fucking stupid.
I just want to get out of here. I know that if I can get out of here, I can be okay. I'm looking at these lights, and know that there are thousands of second homes down there. Rich fat bastards with their boats and camps and mercedes. Payments, kids, mind numbing television and junk food. I don't want that, and I'm surrounded by it. I don't want a god damned thing. I want to get the fuck out of this depressing, elitist, motherfucking alpha dog existence called the american dream. I woke up from the dream long ago. Everyone's fucked in their own way. It's selfish to say, but I don't want anything to do with it.
I want out.

I may be on the right track, there, going to a maritime academy. My one respite comes under sail, on the ocean. Endless ocean, endless possibility. Maybe I'll join the peace corps after school, get the fuck into the real world. Not the "Welcome to the real world, Here's your office, bitch", I can't live in this god damned inaction cleverly disguised as action. Fuck that. I need to get out of here, or I'll completely go insane.

Riding along that road, I got tunnel vision when I hit 95 and 100. I wasn't afraid of losing control, hitting the woods and wrapping around a tree. In fact, I was secretly hoping to hit that hidden bump or slick of oil that would fuck me over one last time.

If this means nothing to you, I don't give a shit. I was hoping thatwriting this out would help some, but I feel nothing, and doubt hitting that "send" button will change that. I'm too clusterfucked to unwrap in one email. It's midnight, and I have four days left at my summer work. I just want to keep fucking dreaming, because dreaming is easy.

Under the blankets, in an airplane. Beat that!

It was on the plane ride back from this place we went to.

With whom? A friend I met at camp. We were kind-of strangers, but knew each other by name. Kind of.

It was a three hour flight to our transfer flight, we the two of us started cuddling. I stuck my hand up her shirt and started feeling her up. The assholes sitting in the seats next to us stared, so I stared back and they stopped staring. She got wet, so I started rubbing her crotch area.
She started breathing harder, so I slid my hands down her pants and fingered her until she came. Like four times. Shaking like crazy. I had to restrain her and keep her quiet. Lol.
Under the blankets. In an airplane. I know it's nothing like stealing cars, but still. Beat that.

-Common Sense

Never again.

I met this internet slut once. Met her in a chat room and then in person. She was hot and we started getting to know each other. She was branded with "SS". When I asked her what it meant she told me "Sex Slave".

So of course we started banging on a regular basis. She ends up being a total freak and she LOVES anal sex.
One night we were going at it when she tells me to put it in her bum again. So I slap on the rubber and plow her. When I pulled out a short time later it looked just like a melted Oh Henry bar. In all the times previous I had never seen such a mess. Sure I'd see the odd hitchhiker on the pull-out, but never such a nasty mess.

The worst part of this story is that I go to the washroom to clean up and in she trots, sits down on the crapper and proceeds to take a dump right beside me.

I look over at her and she's checking the wad for debris and shrapnel. Sick.


As a result of this experience, I will never have anal sex again.

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My mother grosses me out

I can't stand my mother. She is a fat, gross, miserable woman. She wants to have this close relationship with me and can't understand why we aren't close. I would never tell her the real truth but I am so embarrassed by her. She always wants to take me to dinner or do something with me and all I can think about is how gross she will look sitting across from me at a restaurant slopping down her food. She farts in public as she walks and thinks it's funny. She is lazy and would rather live out her life on the couch. She only talks about herself and her aches and pains. She is never interested in anyone (me) or anything they have to say. She is a selfish, overindulgent bitch that wants everything handed to her so life can be easy. She doesn't want to work for anything but wants to be recognized for everything. I hate her and she makes me sick and I always feel so guilty about it.

He can't last forever...

My husband is an insecure, jealous, passive-aggressive control freak with strong OCPD tendencies. He oversees and approves of anything and everything in our home, our lives and our social contacts. If I have a differing opinion of something (such as his placement of a vase of flowers, or the way he has hung a picture on the wall, or his choice of flowering plants for our patio pots), he will become silently infuriated, and be sullen. If I downright disagree with him ("...no, I don't care for those flowers...") he can become openly hostile, petty, vindictive, and will meanly mock and mimic me.

I am made to feel like I'm abandoning my 11 year old daughter if I make arrangements to meet a friend for dinner or see a movie - so most of the time I don't / won't go. When I have gone out in the past, he'll "go after" our daughter, rattling demands to her in a monotone voice, in rapid-fire sequence - demanding she clean her already too-clean-to-be-true bedroom, criticizing her school work, questioning her clothing choices, etc., so that a night out with the girls is just plain not done. Our daughter knows her dad isn't "normal", but she loves him, and she generally tries to keep her disitance from him . If he knows I've tried to make plans, he will make every attempt to sabotage them in a seemingly innocent way ("...I ate something funny at lunch... now I don't feel well... not up to caring for our daughter tonight...." or he will simply not have time to call me and "unexpectedly" work late).

He doesn't care for my few friends, and he has been very successful in keeping me isolated. Moving state-to-state with his company via his promotions hasn't helped, either. Weekends are always spent TOGETHER - if I were to say to him "hey, I'm running out to the mall for an hour or so..." will send him off on a cleaning and organizing frenzy. Either that, or he'll say he needs something, and wants to go, too. He hid all of his weird behaviors very, very well before we were married. He was insistent that we marry a few months after we met, (now I know why...) and I was swept away by him - he gave me thoughtful gifts, lavished me with attention - I was so impressionable, and I swallowed it hook, line and sinker. He gets uncomfortable when men glance at me, and lets me know it ( ...lets get out of here...).

Counseling? Forget it... he has no problems... I'M THE PROBLEM, according to him, because I'm "so particular"!



Leave? I'm disabled, and I need my many medications, which cost over $1,000.00 per month. BTW, his mother is the most domineering, manipulative, controlling, vindictive woman I have ever seen. I met her right after we were married... she offered to slap me across the face because I had a difference of opinion with her!

My only saving grace may be the fact that he is about 75 pounds overweight, his diet consists primarily of red meat, french fries / potato and Diet Coke / whole milk. And a whole lot of cakes, cookies, candy, snacks & crap. Seriously, that is his preferred diet: red meat, potato, sugar & salt. He can't last forever...

How to steal a Chevy

I've already posted stories on how to steal VW's but now I am going to confess about stealing Chevrolet's. This also works for Pontiac's too, and pretty much any other GM car that has a tilt steering lever on the right side of the steering column.

This is a story I can't tell because I'd get arrested so I guess it qualifies for this blog.

First gain access to the Chevy. I used to pop the whole keylock out of the door with a flat head screwdriver. Takes a bit of work, much better to find a chevy with an open door.
Once inside, snap off the tilt steering lever on the side of the steering column. Don't break off the turn signal level, not having them later will be very heaty.

Once you break off the lever, remove some of the surrounding plastic with some pliers or something, you'll expose a saw-looking peice of silver metal. It will have jagged teeth facing up. That is the lever that will start the car.

Pull out everything else in there. You'll have to do some ripping out with the screwdriver. You'll find a black spring inside, that triggers the steering wheel lock.

If you remove enough stuff, the steering will unlock. If not, you'll have to put some effort into it.

The best way to break the steering lock is to turn the wheel until it locks and can't turn anymore. Then put your feet on the wheel and kick as hard as you can. After a few hard kicks, the steering wheel will turn. Now turn the wheel in the other direction and do it again until the steering lock breaks. Now you can drive.

Reach up and move that saw-toothed metal level and the car will start. That is your new key. Once you drive away, quickly find the exact same color and model car, then switch both front and rear license plates. This will buy you a day.

Within the first 36 hours of a car being reported stolen, it goes on the hotsheet. After the third day you can go driving in public, just be careful you don't get in an accident!

Some guy in some city that used to steal people's cars.