Naylene Is P O'd...Time for a TKO!!

Well, well, well. I wondered when this day would come. It appears to have arrived. I've talked before about sucker punches, and the unsavory types who have pulled them. Some are forgettable. Others are not! I have always tried to take the high road, but now, I don't think so. I am putting my gloves on, and I am going to hit low-real low.

They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Hmmmm... What about all- out plagiarism? I AM NOT FLATTERED. I am P O'd, and I will not take this sitting down. You see, I have been alerted to the fact that some unimaginative, umm, person has decided to take MY written work, MY published work, MY imagination, MY talent, MY skills and use them for his own site!! Get this though...it is a paid site, so he is profitting from my skillz!! Whereas, I have allowed all to enjoy them freely. The nerve! I am in good company though. Without giving a single credit, he appears to have done this with the work of others, as well. Creative types, unite! This shit must be stopped! The nerve!!

I would like to remind anyone contemplating, or actually stealing my work or that of others that plagerizing copyrighted work is a crime, punishable under the law. ALL of my work is copyrighted, not only through creative commons, but other avenues as well. Alas, I was/am going to write a book, but perhaps, I can just sue and make my fortune that way!

Dear HONEST readers, I implore you, if you see my work or anything suspiciously similar, please leave me an anonymous post with its location, and I will investigate the matter.

Until, I find the culprit(s) I am afraid that I will no longer be posting Erotica (but I will let you know when the book is available).
My time and talents are too valuable to have someone absconde with my work without my permission and at the very least without giving me a bit of credit.

I will continue with my Observant Musings however, and I hope you will stay tuned to enjoy those.

Copyright 2006

Now I Know Why...

"Guess I'll always a dreamer
Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away
A romantic fool, that's what I am
I think about you, all day long
Though it's impossible, for us together
Oh it's not real, a love I can't feel

Guess I'll always be a dreamer
Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away
I just can't wait, till I go to sleep
I'll be with you, all night long
Circumstances held me in a terrible face
It's fantasy, I just like to share these moments together

Guess I'll always be a dreamer
Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away
And nothing comes but sleep, to a dreamer
And when you wake up the dream is gone away

Guess I'll always be a dreamer
Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away
Guess I'll always be a dreamer
Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away"

Lyrics by The Jacksons, Dreamer

Day 4

On Wednesday, my co-workers and I needed to get our plan together on how we were going to get to the airport in time to catch our flights. Everyone wanted to get together over lunch to discuss the plan. I text the Hot One, during a break and told him that we wouldn’t be able to have lunch. At lunch, I found out that everyone wanted to go to the hotel restaurant. Hmmm, a plan quickly formed in my head. Being the rebel that I am, I told them I wanted to go to Bellini’s, one last time for their Verde Blanco. It was my excuse to see if I could meet up with the Hot One. Even if I couldn’t, I figured that I would still enjoy a nice meal in a cool atmosphere.

I called the Hot One from the restaurant, and since it is on the lower level near the garage our reception was pretty bad. Before one call was dropped I told him that I was on a lunch break, and asked if he was available for lunch. He said “Now? You text me earlier that you couldn’t make it.” “I know, I said and relayed my maneuvering. “Well, I’m all sweaty and in sweats now.” “Hmmm”, I said, “What have you been doing?” I asked coyly. Ugh! Why did I ask that? Did I really want to know? Was it really any of my business? “I just got back from the gym.” He answered. Then the call dropped. I ran all over the restaurant, inside and out, and to the garage trying to get a signal. I finally did. He said, “How long are you going to be there?” I have about an hour.” I told him. “If I don’t see you now, will I be able to see you later?” He asked. “No.” I said. I have to catch a flight right after the training is over.” “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” He said. I smiled. No, I cheesed. Then the call dropped!

I didn’t know if he knew where Bellini’s was. “Oh Shit!” I tried calling him back. I couldn’t get a signal. I was able to text him, and hoped that it would go through eventually. “I’m at Bellini’s. Do you know it?” I went back to my table, where my waitress was waiting to serve me. I sat there staring at my phone waiting for a message that my text was sent. I finally got one. But would he come? I occupied myself by eating and reading a local newspaper. I was finished with my lunch and just waiting for the bill. I figured he couldn't make it (not cheesing now). Then, I looked up and there he was. Look’in all good in his sweat suit. I cheesed again. “Oh, I was wondering if you would make it.” I said nonchalantly. “I text you back that I would.” He said. “Hmm, I haven’t gotten anything.”, and as soon as I said it, his text came through. “I know it. Be right there.” It said.

I paid my bill and we left. We walked to his car and sat in it for our remaining time. We talked about all sorts of things: His mama, his dad, his buiness, his paper chase, and his life. He was a pretty cool cat. Alas, it was time for me to head back to finish the training. The Hot One asked me if I wanted him to kiss me again. “Do you want me to kiss you again?” I asked. “Yeah”, he said as he leaned over and gave me another long and sweet kiss.

We said that we would keep in touch, but I don’t think we will. Distance and circumstance would make it very difficult. Plus, I sense that we are looking for different things. Even though he claims he is a nerd, I suspect he is more a playa. In fact, I suspect he is a playa, player, and gets "it" thrown at him all the time. Looking and acting as he does, why wouldn’t he? Those lucky ladies in OK get to hear "Sweetheart" and "Darlin" all the time!

Sigh. I had a great time in Ok. Even though I only spent 4 long days, and 4 short nights, at least I can say that now I know why Okie’s say “Oklahoma is OK!”

Now I am back up North, sitting for a spell, and pondering my romantic future. I have met some great men, just not the right man (at least that hasn’t been revealed to me yet). It's so much harder to find him, when you live in isolation! Until I meet him, I guess I will continue to be the dreamer and fantasizer that I am, moving forward with the business at hand. I’ll go through the motions of observing the daily grind, and go to sleep at night looking forward to the next’s days possibilities. While that is not at all a bad life, at some point (now!), I’d like to know that when I wake up, I’ll find that my dream and fantasy is real, and he is sleeping right beside me.

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The Hot One and a Sweetheart

"Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself with me
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself
Enjoy yourself with me
Better enjoy yourself
Better enjoy yourself

You sittin' over there starin' into space
While people are dancin', dancin' all over the place
But you shouldn't worry about things that cha can't control
come on girl while the night is young
Why don't you let, let yourself go woo
(repeat chorus)

Let's have some fun
Let's have a good time you an' me
Sittin' there wit-cha mouth poked out
Just sweet as you can be
Why don't-cha live, live the life you got
Come on girl let's spin it while the music's runnin' hot woo
(repeat chorus)

Pretty girl I been watching you
I can wipe away that frown
Ah you an' I should git together
We could tear the house down
We could tear the house down
We could tear the whole house down woo
(Repeat chorus)


Come on, come on, come on, come on
(Come on, come on, come on
You can do it, you can do it
You can do it, you can do it)
Woo"

The Jacksons, Enjoy Yourself

Day 2

So after another day of intensive training, I went upstairs to get ready to go see Cirque and have the Hot One come see me. While getting ready, I got a call inviting me to NYC again. Hmmm. I’ll probably go, but I am thinking that I really need to look closer to home for what I want…Anyway, I have time to think about that later. Cirque Du Soleil was amazing. This version was called Delirium. It featured lots of rock music and movement. It was kind of like a rock opera. Oh, and the opening act was a woman called Nietza, that I had never heard of. She has a beautiful voice. Her musical styling is what I would call a combination of Enya, and afro-latin beats.

I was a bit tired after all that, as I didn’t have time to nap, but I taxied back over to the Hotel to meet the Hot One for drinks at the bar. I was starving, as I also didn’t have time to eat either. The restaurant was closed, room service stopped delivering, and the bar had nothing but alcohol. I was having an Apple Martini, and I knew that I had to have some sort of sponge for it. The bar mistress- angel that she is, went to the kitchen and gathered up some cookies and potato chips for me. So I sat there shoving them into my face, trying to be cool as I really devoured them in front of the Hot One. He kept telling me, “We have restaurants in Oklahoma, you know. We can go get you something to eat.” “That’s ok.” I told him…reluctantly, because it was late, and I couldn't eat that late. Although believe me, I wanted to. Anyway, we sat there for 2 Apple Martini’s worth of time, and talked.

The Hot One is so cool…and so hot!!! He is tall, about 6’4. Well built, with beautiful smooth, honey-colored skin, and beautiful eyes that have a natural twinkle in them. He wears these really nice stylized glasses too. I am a sucker for a nice and good looking man with: a goatee, glasses and a black turtleneck. Well, 2 out of 3 wasn’t bad. LOL The weather was so nice that a turtleneck would not have been in order, but a girl can imagine. Can’t she? He is on a paper chase. He has his own business and is just very laid back, cool, calm and collected.

Though I was having a great time, and he was really taking my mind off things touching me gently on my arm or leg (smooth); eventually, I had to call it a night as it was getting late. (Plus, several other conference attendees where in the bar, and turning in as well. I couldn’t have witnesses to me closing the bar down. I had to look as serious as they did.) I walked the Hot One outside to his car. He gave me the sweetest kiss. The kind of kiss that I will remember for days and weeks to come. Have you ever had the perfect kiss? He said, “I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight. I enjoyed myself. Can I see you tomorrow, Sweetheart?” (melt, melt, melt) “Huh? What was that you were saying? I was just a little busy seeing stars just then.” No, just kidding I didn’t say that…

I told the Hot One that I was leaving the next day, but that maybe we could meet for lunch. I would call him and let him know. “Heck yes, I was going to see him tomorrow!”

…to be continued


Copyright 2006

The Wild West Heats Up

"Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
And I ain’t namin’ names
But he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James

Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
He put me through some changes, Lord
Sorta like a waring blender

Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Oh, these boys won’t let me be
Lord have mercy on me!
Woe, woe is me!

Well, I met a boy in the vieux-carres
Down in yokahoma
He picked me up and he threw me down
Sayin’, please don’t hurt me, mama!

Poor, poor, poor me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Oh, these boys won’t let me be
Lord have mercy on me!
Woe, woe is me!"

Lyrics by Warren Zevon, and Terri Clark, Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

Day 1

Monday, after a long day of training, I begged-off from having dinner with my co-workers and instead went my own way. Unfortunately, this conference was not as populated as the one in D.C. and the participants seemed kinda stodgy, bland and a little too subdued for my tastes. So, it was off to the Daiquiri Zone that I went-solo. I had been told that Bricktown was hopp'in after a basketball game let out. Normally, it is not in my nature to: #1 go to bars, and #2 to go to bars by myself, but I wasn’t going to stay for long, and I wanted to see as much of the OK attractions as I could for the short time I was there. Anyway, I had to eat somewhere, so why not venture down there? I just adopted the mindset that I had when I Eurailed across Europe for a year-hoping that it would be the same kind of great adventure. It was. I spent the first part of the night sitting at the bar, chatting with the bar mistress- Carole, (not her real name) a real sweet heart.

The Daiquiri Zone is a really cool spot, and very sporty in its décor. It is laid back, and I felt at ease. It also has a plethora of Daiquiri flavors to choose from-go figure. If you happen by there, I recommend the Bellini, as it has a uniquely flavorful taste (there is also a restaurant called Bellini’s, but I will get to that later).

I was sitting there enjoying my drink and chatting with Carole, when the wildest thing happened to kick-off the second part of my evening. Two gentlemen (one of them absolutely Hot!), sitting to the side of me engaged me in conversation. “So, what’s your name Sweetheart?”, the Hot One asked. I told him, and he and Ken introduced themselves. No, that is not what was wild-I’m getting to that. Ken was traveling from Sacramento to Atlanta by bus, because he had a fear of flying.

He had stopped in Oklahoma for a brief layover, and popped into the DZ as well. He was telling me about some of his bus adventures and the cities he had been through. He mentioned that had stopped in a particular city en route, which I was familiar with. I told him that I had family in that city. “I know it is kind of ridiculous to think that you might know of them, but it’s a large family in a small town so you might.” I said. I told him the last name, and immediately he said, “Charles?!” “OMG! Yes!” I said excitedly. “I know your people.” He said. “Charles is an excellent speaker, very motivating. I don’t know him personally, but I heard him speak once. Wow, so that’s your family?!” He asked incredulously. I said, “Yeah man, 6-degrees of separation, I guess.” That is what was wild. Wasn’t it?

Shortly after speaking with Travelling Man, I had to leave, as it was getting late, the Hot One was leaving too. He wanted to walk me to my cab. We were waiting for it outside, when he asked me if he could see me again. I responded by asking him how old he was. A common problem I have is that either men much older than me are attracted to me, (I guess because they think they are talking to a PYT), or, conversely younger men are attracted to me, because they think they are talking to someone their age. Very rarely do I meet someone my age. I have to get the age thing straight up front, because age differentiations do matter to me-if the numbers go too low. As it turns out, the Hot One is a bit into his 30’s, making us within the same age bracket. Although I prefer older men, it was an acceptable age difference. Besides, the way he calls me “Sweetheart and Darlin” makes me melt, and he looked and acted like a fully-grown man. He asked how old I was, and I told him. Ok, here it goes.

“No way! You can’t be ___. You’re kidding me right?” “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” I said. “There is no way I would have figured you for__!” “Wow, __!” He went on. And on. “Ok, if you persist down this line of disbelief, I am no longer going to consider it a compliment!.” I told him laughing. “Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. ___ is not old anyway. It’s just that you don’t look ___.” “Ok, I get it!” Jeesh! We exchanged numbers and my cab arrived.

He opened the door for me just in time, as it took a great deal of restraint for us to pull away from each other as we hugged goodbye. So, the next night, I had a ticket to see Cirque Du Soleil, and a date with the Hot One as well.

To be continued…

Copyright 2006

Mamasita-Here's Your Sign...

"Who doesn't know what I'm talking about?
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone

Many precede and many will follow
A young girl's dream no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed

[Chorus:]
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes

She traveled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test

She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes

Wide Open Spaces-Lyrics by the Dixie Chicks

The Arrival
Well, if I needed a sign that things are going to be okay, I certainly got it. Check out the sign at Mamasita's restaurant: "Smokin! Women Welcome". I'm asking you, "Could I plan these things if I tried?!" Mamasita's is a restaurant with great ambiance that serves delicious Mexican food. The wait staff is friendly and accomodating as well.

While in Oklahoma, I found the people are very friendly, and the city easily navigable. One day, one of my drivers gave me a brief history of some points of the city. He was a native from Boley. Boley was an all Black town, which was settled in the days of the Wild West. According to legend, in its hey day, Pretty Boy Floyd told his posse to go rob the black folk’s bank in Boley. Well, the citizens of Boley were not going to have that, and took his posse out when they arrived. On that fateful day, things were not ok for PBF’s posse! I found that to be an interesting tidbit of history.

During the course of conversation, Kurt (not his real name) asked me if I had been to Oklahoma before. I had. His question prompted me to thinking about that time. You see, I had been to OK to see my boyfriend (at the time) graduate from University. I hadn’t seen much more of OK than the campus back then. When Kurt asked when that was, my reply to his question caught me off-guard. I had to think about it, and recheck my math. Then I had to think about it again. When I told him how long ago it was, he said that couldn’t be right, so we both did the math again. It had been almost 20 years!!! “That can’t be right!” He said. “I know!!!!” I said. “You don’t look old enough to have been here 20 years ago.” He said. “I know!!!” I said. But it was true, I was old enough, and I am old enough. That was a wild west moment to realize that I am old enough to have sown some oats twenty years ago. But I am young enough still to be able to remember them, and to sow some more-mind you.

As I was walking into my hotel a tall, dark and handsome man said "Hey." to me as he was leaving. I was too tired and road weary to think much about it or respond with more than a "Hey." back. It wasn't until I got to the front-desk that the woman behind the counter asked me if I knew who that was. I am not into sports, so I didn't. It was a player for one of the teams playing the next night. That was certainly a nice way to get this adventure started!

Once I had checked into my hotel, I checked to see if any of my co-workers had arrived. None had. I went to the hotel restaurant and partook of brunch. I was exhausted and famished. It was there that I met Clive (not his real name), the distinguished restaurant manager. I was sitting there thinking (read: staring into space) when he came over to me and said “My grandmother told me that all beautiful women should have a smile on their face.” I looked up at him with my mouth full of food, and tried to smile, since I gathered he was speaking about me.

He laughed and said, “I will wait until you are done.” Once finished, I smiled and said, “Thank you, but I hope she didn’t tell you that they should smile with their mouth full of food!” He started to laugh and said, “No, no she wouldn’t have said that!” “Well, I would think not.” I laughed. He then engaged me in a rather long but enjoyable and informative conversation and invited me back the following night to dine. As it would turn out, I never had time to make it back to the hotel restaurant -not for dinner anyway.

For, it was my destiny to meet a playa player...

To be continued...

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