Introduce yourself
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Posted:Jun 22, 2009 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2018 4:51 pm
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Hey all,
Welcome to my blog. I thought I'd start out with a sticky post where I'd introduce myself. I'm sure many people have done just the same or very similar things on their own blogs, but if anyone would like to, I'd be happy to see others introduce themselves to me using this post as well. Even if only to direct me to their own blog with their introduction on it.
Anyways, I wanted to start by clarifying my user name: Hardupfosho. First of all, this does not mean I am poor. I have a good job with a comfortable income and I'm very happy with my monetary situation right now. I try not to be cynical but I think there are a lot of ladies out there who see how much money a man has or how much he makes a year as a very important attribute when looking for a potential match. Let me assure you I am not poor at all. I'm no Bill Gates but I'm happy with what I have.
Now, having said all that, I bet you are wondering (I know so many people will be reading this hehe) why I chose such a name at all.
Well you see, I think that you don't necessarily have to be hard up for cash. You could be hard up for a lot of things. You could be hard up for an excuse for being late to work. Or hard up for a reason not to eat that last cupcake. mmmmm, cupcakes. Anyway, I was thinking my user name was rather clever really. In my case I am hard up for love of course!
And of also I was thinking my name was rather clever because I am also hard up for sex. And there is a connection there I'd be happy to point out to those who don't understand it.
Lastly, the fosho part. I have no idea where that came from. I guess I just wanted to throw some gangster talk in there. Show how much of a badass I am. Hehe
Well anyway, that's it in a nutshell. What's in a name anyway hey? Quite a lot if you chose your user name like I did 
Maybe I'll change it later on. It costs money to do that but I have already invested a bit of time on my profile and stuff. Bah money is no object anyways: I'm not hard up for cash
Thank you if you read this. Please do say hello.
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Irreverent Mantra
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Posted:Jan 30, 2018 10:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2018 10:26 pm
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Ohmmmmm,
(Eyes closed)... I will not look at her bum today. I will not look at her bum today. I will not... Gah! Yoga pants!!?!?
Nooooooo!
Ok, I got this!
I will not stare at her bum today. I will not stare at her bum today. I will not stare...
Ahh, who am I kidding? I can't help it. I even see her bum when my eyes are closed. It's right there in front of me, beautiful, round, fleshy. And when she moves! Like two compact orbs, undulating, rhythmic, hypnotic. Mesmerising.
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A letter to no one in particular pt. 3
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Posted:Jan 22, 2018 8:56 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2018 8:30 pm
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Hello!
How do you feel today? I hope that you are well and happy Is it cold where you are right now? Here it is a lot warmer than it has been lately but it would still be wonderful to have you with me to share warmth.
It's so hard to believe that it's January 22nd already! That's just about the first month of 2018 in the books. I think that as I get older, time goes by faster. It's like one of those whatchamacallits, ratio or whosits, macro or something.
Today I saw a young couple at work. They were wearing matching black hoodies. On the front was a picture of some kind of snake or something but on the back there were the words "Together since" and then under that the man had the number 20 on his hoodie and the woman had 17. (Pause for awws).
I must admit, my knee-jerk reaction was a scornful snort of scathing disdain (heard by no one). But after a moment, I actually thought that it was kind of sweet; It made me smile.
And then the loneliness set in. I felt so bleak and desolate. So alone. It sneaks up on me sometimes, you know?
I really miss you. I wonder, will I ever see you again? I guess that's difficult to answer. I mean, who can say? I sure hope I see you again, though
By the way, what sweater size do you wear?
Take care of you, lots of hugs and kisses,
X
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A letter to no one in particular pt. 2
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Posted:Jan 1, 2018 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2018 7:05 pm
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Hello you,
Super-amazing-fantastic-beautiful you! How do you feel today? I hope that you are well and happy
Happy New Year! How was your first day of 2018? Best wishes for your continued health, happiness and success. Along with lots of love, hopes and dreams for you.
My first day of 2018 was actually very relaxing. I had a free day from my work and I was very lazy. I stayed in bed until noon! And for the rest of the day I have just been reading and watching TV. It's been very nice to just relax after a busy Christmastime.
A few days ago I actually thought of you and I getting married! Can you imagine it? How ludicrous is that? To be fair, my train of thought that derailed with such a ridiculous notion started out from a simple and innocuous station. I was thinking about my brother's wedding from a few ago. More specifiy, about how my poor mom was treated by my brother and his now in-laws. Especially how she was treated by his mother in-law. Whom my sister's husband has affectionately named "ratbag" because, well, she totally is.
My mom wanted to . She wanted to take part in some of the planning and just be involved somehow. She was completely shut out by the ratbag and my brother didn't raise the slightest peep in protest. He can be a real inconsiderate asshole sometimes.
Anyway, happy family memories aside, I thought to myself that if I was going to get married day I would make sure that my mom was included in the planning as well. Then I thought of who I would marry and you were the first person to enter my mind hehe
I miss you. I miss how happy and positive you are all the time. How the things that seem so simple and mundane to me constantly fill you with wonder and joy. Sometimes I can't see the forest for all the trees that are in the way but when you look at the same forest, you are filled with delight by each and every tree. You are amazed at the way they absorb harmful toxins from the air and turn them into sweet oxygen.
I really feel like I am a better person, just because of knowing you.
Take care and have fun!
X
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A letter to no one in particular pt. 1
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Posted:Dec 18, 2017 10:23 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2018 7:05 pm
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Dear you,
How do you feel today? I hope that you are well and happy I am doing not so badly myself.
Tonight I made a soup from a type of squash called a butternut squash. Zupa! I know, you must think that I am out of my gourd, hey?
Anyway, I have been wanting to try and make that soup for a long time now and even if it is only me saying so, it worked out very well! It was super yummy zupa!
I looked up a recipe online to make the soup... I know, right? I actually used the internet for something other than looking at porn or playing video games... I'm as shocked as you are
I miss you. My days are grey and dim without the brightness of your smile. My days are lifeless without the sound of your laughter tickling my senses. Will I ever see you again?
Take good care of you and have fun! Lots of warm hugs and kisses, along with best wishes for you.
X
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Down at the Exotic Dancers
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Posted:Nov 15, 2016 11:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2016 4:11 pm
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So a few years ago a friend of mine got married. For the bachelor party we didn't get up to anything too wild and crazy. Nothing like some of the horror stories I've heard from OZ and to a lesser extent, the UK. We had a late morning round of golf at a nice course located about an hour drive from the city. Then a trip to a favorite sports bar for a meal and a chance to view the local hockey team play on the big screens. This was of course followed by the inevitable segue to a gentleman's club.
Now, it was at this club that something very strange happened to me and it has stuck with me ever since. I had been drinking quite a bit - it was a bachelor party after all I started at the sports bar and then continued at the club. I was feeling no pain. There was the most beautiful dancer at the club that night. Her stage name was Kelly Kiss. She was a tall, raven-haired goddess. I was captivated. Because my inhibitions were abandoned in a sort of pleasant, beer filled, haze, I found myself reserving a spot for a lap dance. I had never had one before but I had seen some things in movies. I was curious about it; I wondered how much bang you get for your buck, so to speak.
So there I am, standing and waiting to go to a booth. Propped up by this aforementioned raven-haired goddess. The light was very dim and the music ear splitting. We walked through a small door, screened by beads and proceeded down a dark hallway. It was amazing how the music was suddenly muted. She asked me my name and if I was single. I was in a transcendent state of euphoria. Here I was walking with this goddess on my arm. What a day! I answered that yes I was indeed single. She asked me why this was and I gleefully replied: "because I am a loser!" Seriously. Gleefully. A big smile and no hint of sarcasm, bitterness or rancor.
She stopped dead. I turned to look at her, wondering what the hold up was, still with an idiot grin on my face. "That's enough of that loser talk!" she hissed. Her eyes were hard and full of fire.
"I'm sorry, " I stammered, staring at my feet. She calmed down a bit and then we resumed our walk towards the booth.
Now, what transpired in the booth I will leave to your imagination. Suffice to say that she was even more lovely than I could have imagined. I have often wondered though, why she got so angry at my loser comment. What was it to her if I am a loser or not? Her vehemence really surprised me. I have often wondered about it since that night.
I have come to the conclusion that my innocent, happy revelation may have offended her personally. She really was very lovely and I imagine that she did not want to even consider the remote possibility that she could be dancing privately for a loser. I mean how would my attitude reflect on her? Her skill set, her beauty and her life. I am thinking this is why she reacted in such a way.
Anyway, good times. I will have to go there again sometime and try a lap dance sober
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I miss you.
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Posted:Oct 18, 2016 11:33 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2018 9:01 pm
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I miss you. I know, I know, it's too little, too late, I know.
I know you don't want to hear it. I know you don't have time for this shit. I know
I must say this though. You must know this.
I miss you. You made me a better person.
Just having known you, I was made to be better. Made to be more than I was.
Just having known your love, your touch on my soul, I was made complete.
I miss you. I am now incomplete. I am missing something.
Some part of me that was there before. I did not know it was there
but you helped me to see it. Now it is gone and I am not whole without it. I cannot be whole without it.
I miss you.
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First Kiss
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Posted:Feb 23, 2016 12:30 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2016 3:05 pm
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Sarut
A moment alone together; quiet and intimate. There is no one in all the world but us.
Our eyes connect. The warming thrill of excitement in our chests as we both realize it;
this is happening.
I move close to you. My head bends towards you. We feel that closeness; our shared personal space. My warm breath caresses your skin and the scent of my body fills your senses. I move closer and we both close our eyes to better feel this sensation.
Our lips meet, ever so softly. There is some wetness and pressure; both from pressing together and from suction. It is pure bliss when our lips meet and come together in hunger and need for each other. The blood rushes to our ears but we hear the quiet noise of our lips softly smacking together.
We pull away for a moment. To look at each other both to confirm and share how wonderful this feels. In some small way we have been both indelibly marked by this small kiss. We feel it on our lips like a bruise. There will never be another kiss like this for either of us.
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Sock it to me, baby!
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Posted:Sep 30, 2015 9:55 pm
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2015 1:05 pm
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So, I'm sitting there tonight watching television, and well, it was regular, network television so I wasn't really watching. Instead, I was staring at my feet. My navel got boring a long time ago so now I stare at whatever is in front of me to kill time and contemplate life. Anyway, I was staring at my feet and I noticed that I had a hole in one of my socks. Right there on my left foot - the prodigious nail of my big toe poking through shamelessly for all the world to see. Of course the first thing that occurred to me was that classic joke about the sock that went to church that time. But then I started to think a little more deeply and I remembered that I noticed this hole last week and that if I wore this sock on my other foot then the hole was no where near as noticeable. I reminded myself that I should be more careful when getting dressed in the future. I dress myself now and it's going quite well, really.
Anyway, like I said, I was watching network television so my mind was quite free to wander. I started to think even more deeply. I thought perhaps I should throw away these socks. Both of them. Further detritus of a throw away society. I mean, I can't just throw away the one with the hole in. If I did that, then I would have an odd sock left over; that is unacceptable. The perfectly good sock would simply have to go too. Why keep it? Perhaps to use as a rag for polishing my shoes? I did that once. A few years ago. It didn't appeal to me.
So yeah, here I am staring at my feet and my one venerable and right reverend sock on my left foot when I suddenly thought: these socks as a pair are like a marriage. They belong together and if one of them has a hole in it, how can I throw both of them away. Just because one of them has a flaw, it is natural for them to stay together. There are always options. Perhaps I could wear the holy sock on the other foot. Or maybe I could try and make it so that my big toenail is not quite so prodigious. Anyway, the point is that I suddenly realized what a great metaphor my old, stinky socks were for marriage. No offense intended of course.
Now, I have never been married. And I certainly don't presume to be some wise person or anything. I don't think I am being pretentious though when I say that I think married couples tend to give up on their marriage far too easily these days. Of course, divorce is simply attained and commonplace nowadays but it just seems wrong to me. Why give up, simply because one sock has a hole in it? It's just not right! Darn it! Hah!
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I'm doomed...
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Posted:Jul 7, 2015 10:25 pm
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2015 9:36 pm
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I tend to like spelling words correctly. In fact, I pride myself on my spelling and it drives me a little crazy when I see a word spelled incorrectly. Even if it is phonetically sound. Hah, good pun there.
Anyway, today I learned that I cannot even spell the word marriage! I am doomed to an existence of being single! Worse, I have trouble spelling commitment too!!
Thankfully we have spell check here to make me feel a little better anyway.
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More tongue in cheek.
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Posted:Jan 2, 2015 10:12 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2016 9:11 pm
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So apparently, "I know, right? And I got a big dick too." Is an inappropriate response to the comment, "you're such a sweetheart."
Who knew?
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I think I must be getting old
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Posted:Aug 3, 2014 12:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2015 8:26 pm
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So, a few months ago at my work we had a new girl starting. She was on the company training program and what turned out to be the fast track to management. She is very keen at all of 25 years old with blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. She has also attained her MRS and is unfortunately very married.
Anyway, there is quite a bit of heavy lifting on the job and one day I was showing her a kind of economic way of moving things. Using your legs to lift and certain ways to pivot things. Stuff like that. She mentioned that she had recently had surgery so she was a bit worried about lifting some of the heavier things and would need help sometimes.
Now, I'll admit, I was curious about what sort of surgery she would have needed. However, I did not ask her. The way I was brought up, and the way just feels right, dagnabit, is to not pry too much into things like this. If someone tells you that they recently had surgery, I feel that it is very rude to inquire as to the nature of the procedure. Especially if it is a woman. I mean, she could have needed something doing to her *gasp* lady parts. Not something to chat about with a colleague at work, I don't think.
So, fast forward to a few days ago and here I am working with this woman and another young man - all of 18 years old. She mentioned to him that she was still recovering from some surgery that she had needed....
"Oh really," he says. "What sort of surgery did you have?"
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I shook my head and permitted myself a condescending smile. I thought to myself: "Oh you poor, young fool. You're not supposed to ask young ladies such things. She's going to be very angry with you."
"Oh they found a growth on one of my ovaries and they needed to remove it," was her casual reply. (casual!)
Well, my eyes just about popped out of my skull and my jaw dropped so far that I could taste the floor. How am I the one who ended up with my foot in my mouth here? hehe
I simply could not believe it. I must be getting old.
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