My Second Act
 
Welcome to my blog! Definitely better than my first Act!! You'll find my plot points, some some good lines, and so-so acting in this Second Act! Hopefully it's worth the admission ticket!! Thanks for stopping by!
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HNW - To Cap it off - Play Ball!
Posted:Sep 1, 2021 10:23 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2021 4:11 pm
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didn't realize how much of a collection of Baseball caps I own until I did this!!

Then it was Hats off to you!

Then my pussy wanted to be in the picture too!



Happy HNW, y'all!
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Episode...oh hell, I lost count! An Evening of Flirty Fun!
Posted:Aug 31, 2021 1:28 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2022 9:11 am
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I like the flirty fun that comes with this site. I am most attracted to those that can turn a clever phrase, write poetry or are quick-witted with one-liners that make me smile. That’s what caught me with TOG, if you‘ve been following my earlier posts at all. [See “TOG and The Bistro”]

Another hottie I chat with calls me his “Sherpa”; as if I could be his guide on this site, LOL!! We exchange some hot and hilarious comments/check-ins every month or so. We report to each other about our journey on here so far. We’ve yet to meet; tho’ I once got lost heading to see another friend [more on that later! ] and ended up turning my car around in the parking lot of his office. We’ve planned some excellent adventures and ventures, he and I. I think we would make excellent business partners!

So yes, I love the flirty, sexy fun of it. Stimulating conversation and/or simply being attracted to someone in the first place.

It just happened a couple weeks ago on a Tuesday night.

We were out listening to music at a neighborhood pub. We go there regularly for the open mic jam so the hubs has opportunity to play. The music is a variety, mainly bluesy. It’s a brew pub that has the music on the back patio with an outdoor seating area made up of a few sturdy picnic tables and benches facing the stage and behind them a row of cable spool tables [so popular when we were young folk back in the 70s] and chairs. Often, people bring their dogs.

There was one guy that I had seen there occasionally; usually standing in the back of the venue. I have noticed him before; most times he is there alone. This particular night he had a with him. It was a black lab, my favorite! I petted and scratched the dog’s ears as the pooch came my way to say hello. I found out his name; the dog’s name not the guy’s! He was named Jaeger after someone’s favorite liquor.** Jaeger liked me too. Enough so that he sniffed and then lifted his leg and marked his territory on the picnic table leg I was sitting at! He tagged my jeans too! The guy was very embarrassed at Jaeger’s behavior, and put the in the dawghouse [his truck]. I told him it was fine, no worries, it’ll wash.

The next thing I knew, the guy is coming towards me with a handful of napkins. I was thinking he was just going to hand them to me so I could clean myself off. Instead he gallantly kneels down in front of me. [yeah, think the prince kneeling to fit the glass slipper on Cinder’s foot!] With my hubs sitting next to me totally unaware of this scene, the guy gently but firmly holds the calf of my leg and starts dabbing at the marked spot on my pant leg.

It was an awkward, but totally sexy moment.

While he concentrated on the task at hand, I concentrated on studying him. He had closely cropped fine chestnut hair with a slight dappling of white on the sides. His hair was the soft and silky textured kind. The kind you just REALLY want to run your hands through. He has a chiseled jaw and strong arms. He has etched lines on either side of his mouth; that turned into dimples when he smiled. As he worked on the mark, his bicep flexed and stretched in the early evening sun; his shoulders and chest were defined and slightly exposed through his drab army green tank top. In that moment I fantasized leaning in to the crook of his neck to nuzzle and kiss and lic….at that moment, he was done. He looked up at me. The green shirt made his pale green eyes bright as they kind of bore in to me. For a second, I was transfixed. With that, I smiled and thanked him. The interlude was over. He then returned to his back of the house spot.

A few minutes later, he startled me as he came up from behind. I jumped when he came from seemingly out of nowhere. He placed his hand on my back and whispered in my ear. The music was loud; [what is it about musicians always turning up the volume as the night goes on??] so one is forced to lean in to hear. Okay, maybe for THAT reason, I didn’t mind the loud.

“Let me buy you a beer, please. I insist. Let’s see, you must be having a ‘Haz me, bro’, right?”

This place has some great names for their custom brews, from “Haz me, bro’” to “Needs More Cowbell”, the reader board with the current offerings always puts a smile on my face.

“Yes! I’m impressed you can tell just by looking at it”, I said, now fully recovered from the shock/joy of him bending down so near me.

“Can I buy him one too?” he said with his head inclined towards the hubs.

“Honey! He wants to buy you a beer! Do you want another one?” The hubs, so engrossed in the music, didn’t notice that the guy was so close to me…or maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t mind.

He came back with the beers and I invited him to sit at our table, across from me. He preferred to kneel between me and the hubs. They talked music for a bit. I sipped my beer and listened, joining in occasionally.

The house band played one of their usual songs, a danceable one. The regular dancers were there, along with a few new ones. The cute boho couple [*boho* a style reminiscent of the 70s, hippie movement.] The woman had a long flowing dress on, Birkenstocks, and a floppy brimmed hat. Her partner was decked in jeans and a t-shirt with a heavy metal graphic on it. There was our regular sweetheart 80-year-old! A spry wisp of a woman who can go so low and crouch down and back up without a hitch! Puts even the 30 year olds to shame! Turns out she’s a former go-go dancer from back in the day – Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-in! She loves to tease the conga player, and make him blush as she gyrates her hips close to him right at his eye level.

Two beers in and I was up there with them, hips moving, arms floating, hair tossing, feeling free and open, and sexy, and well, a little tipsy. I caught him watching me as I moved. Or maybe he was watching the guitar solo…hmmm, hard to tell. But there was a fresh beer waiting for me back at our table.

After the last set had finished I went to where he was standing to thank him again for the beers. It was then that I found out his name, and learned a bit more about him. I laughed at his words, gently touching his forearm as I did. I have an instinctive thing about touching an arm in order to secure one’s attention. I don’t even realize I do it, really. But this time it wasn’t instinctive, it was intentional.

All that flirting was fun. I’ve never done it right in front of the hubs before. It was harmless, really. As we walked to our car, I looked back at him. He was looking too. I turned back and smiled.

Hope I see him again…the dog, I mean


**If I had named my pet after my fav liquor…it would be Tito – would be a good name for a pet, dontcha think?

What about you? Are you a harmless flirt?

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Fakery, F*ckery, Scams and Shams
Posted:Aug 19, 2021 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2021 7:31 am
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There have been lots of comments and posts lately about the fakery, fuckery, shams, scams and bots on here. I think we have all suffered a few. But I just have to laugh. Some are downright hilarious. So far on this journey, I’ve had:

• A professional Athlete:
Yup, a professional football player [complete with his jersey number prominently displayed and his publicity shot; the “I’m so good as a running back; or whatever position it was, leaping over the opponent” autographed action pic] – yeah, right! Now, who would be that open about themselves being on a site like this?? Especially during their season??

• A Sugar Daddy [at my age???]
Then I had a guy clear on the other side of the states propose to be my very own, personal Sugar Daddy. No strings attached. Money no object! He wanted me to call his phone number to get things rolling immediately!!

• A Famous Musician
The latest incarnation of fakes ‘n fuckery was last week when I got a message supposedly from Keith Urban. Yep, the cute rockin’ Country singer married to Nicole Kidman. OMG! Who’s he kiddin’ man??? [okay, I couldn’t resist, the pun was right there in front of me waiting to be typed! Lol]
Not only were there pics of him, but he said he was looking for new fans…what’s he gonna do, cam his concerts on here??!! Couldn’t he just buy thousands of fans on Instagram or twitter to bump his numbers up like all the other influencers?

Speaking of Instagram…I went on there for business reasons. Instagram for me, aka “the techno-tard”, has a steep learning curve [well, that and Pinterest!]. It took getting a lesson from my millennial co-worker for me to figure the app out. During this time though, I received a post from none other than Prince Harry! Imagine that?!!! Yeah, Prince Harry reached out to me for help on his Instagram account!! Oh wait! Maybe it was Prince Andrew…

sigh, you know, so many princes, so little time!

Seriously, though, does reporting these do any good? Are they bots? Jokesters? Or really shy folks who hide behind more aliases than a regular username?

How about you? Any brushes with, ahem, “fame” on this site?? Or any fun fakes to share??
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Sundae Sunday
Posted:Aug 15, 2021 8:16 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2021 12:30 am
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I know we are past the Ice Cream on Half Nekkid Wednesday, but couldn't we celebrate it all week?? My friend sent me this in honor of that deliciously drippy dessert, so I thought I would share it, with his permission, of course! He's a talented poet and has sent me some amazing [and amusing] sensuous poems throughout this past year.

Enjoy this like a long lick of a soft serve cone on a lazy August day!!
mwah!
~Busti

Ice Cream

I could be patient
and wait upon the step,
eager to see you dance in through the door
with anticipation on your breath.

I could be the tourist
standing next in line,
I may see your eyes aglow
as desires flicker 'cross your mind.

I could be your server
and gently caress your creamy treat.
Or "accidentally" feel the brush of skin
as our transaction becomes complete.

But I'm sure you see where this is going,
the purpose of this poem?
If I could be anything at all,
I would choose to be the cone.

Oh, to feel your warm firm grasp,
warming lips and breath of hottest steam,
there are many fantasies for me to contemplate,
But I choose to be

Ice cream.
by washingtoney

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Episode XI: Strange Sex
Posted:Aug 14, 2021 9:24 am
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2021 12:27 am
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He texted me before I got there.
"Horny?", he asked.
"More nervous than anything." my response.
"Why baby? No pressure. I am the utmost respectful."

It was strange.
I wanted to talk a bit. He didn't.
I wanted a drin He did not.

Our greeting was a kiss, an initial hello before it became an exploring, tasting adventure.
More kisses and hugs that felt out the merchandise like squeezing a melon or avocado for ripeness.

He lifted my shirt and pulled down my bra revealing my pinkness. He admired them for a moment then started gently sucking. I started to moan.
He sat next to me on the bed. As he did, he reached behind rubbed my lower back, and continuing down, felt my buttocks; my silk undewear made it easy for my jeans to slide off.
He was already hard, and stripped to his underwear. He said, “not yet".

He reached inside my panties and his fingers explored. He dipped his fingers into me and his eyes closed, head tilted bac
"Do you like that?" he said as he began to work his hand furiously. "Fuck it", he said, "let yourself go! Fuck it!"
It felt good and familiar and new all at the same time.
He touched my clit and explored, paying close attention to its needs.
I looked longingly at the bulge in his underwear.

"You want it, don't you?"
I bit my lip and looked longingly.
"Yes", I said, my voice husky with desire.

It was thick, I didn't know if I could take it. With him standing and me sitting on the bed I began to suck, slow at first. Then grabbing his hips as he thrust in my mouth.
"You like it, don't you?" he said.
I looked up and smiled at him while my hand worked up and down his shaft. I went back to my wor I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I could taste him as the precum seeped out. I went deeper trying to take him all in. I gagged a little but it was worth it. Then he said, "No, I don't want to cum yet".

He grabbed my hips and said “Get over here and ride this".

The first time hurt so good. I slid onto him gently.He knew what he doing; he guided our interlude quietly but firmly. I liked it.
I moved and wiggled, my body becoming so alive to each extraordinary feeling: the fullness of him inside me, the wetness of it, the movement, bringing him to cum inside me! GLORIOUS!

He was really desirous that I experience the big O with him. He wanted me to experience the biggest orgasm I've ever had with him. But truth be told, I've never had big orgasms. I have wave after roiling wave of pleasure but not the big “Oh My God, yes, Yes,YES!!”, that Meg Ryan so deftly illustrated in "When Harry Met Sally". In fact, I think the big O is part of the performance anxieties that I had in my younger years. I'm hoping that with this exploration, this journey, I'm now on, I will finally experience the Biggest OH!

Guess you could say it's on my bucket list.

I surprised myself that I liked it so much. I never thought of myself as someone who would bed just anyone; but this site, this smorgasbord of opportunity is so vast to me. Each person I've been with is so different; so confident in their ability to make women feel good. And although there's a consistency with my hubs and my recurring partners, every once in a while, a little strange sex can doeth good, like a medicine.
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HNW Ice Cream
Posted:Aug 11, 2021 9:52 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2021 9:26 pm
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My favorite guys and my favorite flava!
Happy HNW!



We all SCREAM for Ice Cream!
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HNW - Wet T-shirt - XXX
Posted:Jul 28, 2021 8:59 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2021 6:21 am
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You can always drive it in - Best place around to get your thirst quenched!


Sometimes ya just gotta squeeze a bit to get all the flavor!!



If all else fails, there's always a Tank Top!


HAPPY HNW Y'ALL!!
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About that replacement phone…can someone say, “OOPS!”
Posted:Jul 23, 2021 9:54 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2021 12:02 am
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I have that coffee mug. I’m drinking out of right now. suits me for how this week is going.**

The insurance covered a new phone. I’ve got it right here beside me. Sitting tweeting me occasionally, letting me know ’s .

I was able get most everything restored on the phone, thank you, google. And yes, even got a new passcode on .

But ’s on life support. Yes, tweets that I’ve got a or phone , but I can’t do anything about . The screen is black.

’s not its fault. It’s mine. I didn’t have it for even one day and I dropped it. Tripped on a rock in the backyard and it fell out of the pocket on my robe onto the rocks with a hard crash. I didn’t have a protective case for it yet. It was evening. I didn't see the rock. I was chasing my cat to get him inside.

So for the second time in a week I was at the phone store yesterday.

And on the phone with the insurance company for the phone. And exchanging emails with the insurance company. And resending emails with the insurance company after three phone calls.

Still can’t get the phone without the hubs’ ID because he’s the primary on the account.

Two claims in one week on the phone…shit, I’d be suspicious if I were them too! But, it’s true. It’s what happened.

Been a helluva week.

** Hope I’m not being politically incorrect about blondes, not my intention. I am one nowadays!**
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HNW - M or N
Posted:Jul 21, 2021 9:17 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2021 4:21 pm
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Yes, I did it and on the correct day, too! Annnd I got both the M and N! Ta-dah!!
MIXED METAL NECKLACE


My friend makes these incredible jewelry items. I love the steampunk look with the mixed metals - bronze and silver and gold together.

I have a bit of a collection...

I couldn't decide which one to show, so...why not all of them!?
In my world, more is MORE!


Happy HNW, y'all!
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Stolen
Posted:Jul 18, 2021 8:01 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2021 7:05 am
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That sounds intriguing enough, doesn’t it? Like stolen kisses, or glances. But no, this isn’t that kind of a post.

My phone was stolen yesterday. It had everything on it…not bank or credit info, but everything personal. EVERYTHING! My contacts, my photos, my recordings [Milf & Gilf podcasts], my emails, my writings, my thoughts…my very personal thoughts and writings, Gone! Poof! Writings that I used to write my blogposts with. Writings that held info for my social media postings for my online business.

I know, I know…it should have been locked, with a passcode, but I didn’t have that on my phone. That was my bad! I will now, however!!

I think it was an employee at the thrift store I was at. We could track it until its last pinged location…30 minutes away, right after I got home, right at the time of a shift change. It was at the store when we first started tracking it from the hub’s phone and at about 6:07 we watched it start moving. Then the locater app got turned off.

I have insurance on the phone. A new one is on its way; after $9 deductible.

It just galls me that people would even think to steal like that. Never would I ever think to do that to another person! The thought makes me sick to my stomach!

It galls me to think that someone out there had access to know everything about me; my private thoughts, my life…my sordid, sexy life. Someone was having some titillating reading during their break!! We wiped the phone remotely once I got home from the phone store. My , the millennial, scolded me for not having a passcode…okay, I deserved that one. I was careless. Did I want to be “outed” like that? I mean, secretly, did I? No, if I’m going to be open about my lifestyle choice, I want it to be on my terms, not by some random twat-face thief! Okay, maybe I need to edit myself there.

It’s just that…

I kinda dislike people intensely right now. This might get banned if I used the h- word.

I’ll get over it. Life goes on.

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HNW on Thursday: The topic is Legs...
Posted:Jul 15, 2021 11:07 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2021 9:27 pm
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I know, I know...I am always a day late and a dollar short! Guess it would help if I actually logged in on Wednesdays to see what's up!
Next time...she says every week!

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Fantasy vs. Reality
Posted:Jul 8, 2021 11:33 am
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2021 10:54 am
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He texted me early in the week:

“You have been in my thoughts all morning. Can’t wait to see you again!”

“I have!? That’s so sweet!” I replied. “Wait! What kind of thoughts??”

He sent me a complete rundown of his thoughts of me that morning which included him daydreaming and fantasizing about the next time we meet.
I then asked him what those daydreams consisted of.

“I cook for you, we eat, then we retire to the bedroom where we get to play time earlier so we can spend more time with naked kisses and cuddling; more foreplay and maybe get to try new positions that we didn’t get to”.

I thought is sounded lovely, and I told him as much. I don’t think he revealed everything his daydream was about, but it was enough to whet my appetite. He then sent me a “formal” invite via text, like a fine southern boy ought to…well as formal as a text invite can be! Lol.

I drove to his house and parked in his circular drive. His house is a reno’ed split level. Just inside the entryway are stairs that go up to the pristine living room and kitchen, and stairs that go down to the play room, with its own kitchen, gym, and another workout room for another kind of workout.

I had just gone on my first hike of the year that morning, with another dear friend of mine. It was kind of rocky terrain; I think I was out of shape for walking, and before I knew it, I pulled a groin muscle [of all things!] in that wal I went shopping that afternoon, thank God for shopping carts! They are like medical walkers in camoflage! By the time I got to my car, I could barely push that sucker!! I came home between dates and put some Icy Hot on the area to soothe the ache. It helped a smidge. But his house, with those eight stairs up to the living area was a challenge.

I gripped the stair railing like it was a lifeline on a game show worth a million bucks and moved slowly up one stair at a time behind him. As he easily bounded up the steps, I tried not to look my age as I winced with each upward movement. I was ever so grateful when I finally reached the top.

It was a scene right out of his daydream: a delicious home cooked meal finishing up in the oven, the counter bar set beautifully like a table for two, a lively playlist that I’d never heard of pulsing in the background, and he, relaxed in jeans, t-shirt, and stocking feet, with a Cabernet at room temp in his hand.
He bent down to kiss me and I impetuously reached up to hug his nec I flung my arms around him, accidentally hitting his arm…

The one holding the glass of wine.

The glass went soaring, the wine flew free and landed not only on his off-white chair and ottoman but splatted onto his perfectly matching creamy white and green carpet! I gasped and covered my mouth.

“Oh my God, Oh My God, OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed. “I am so sorry!!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay”, he said as he grabbed towels and started scrubbing diligently away. It wasn’t okay, as I watched him carefully dabbing the spill and pulling out cleaners. I joined in with what paper towels he handed me.

“Do you have any OxiClean?” I asked.

He had some in a cleaning product, but not as strong as the real stuff. After we’d scrubbed and used up half the bottle, I said, “Okay, do have any hydrogen peroxide?”
“Yes”, his reply.
“Do you have any regular Dawn dish soap, the blue kind?”
“Yes”, again his reply.
“What about baking soda, got any of that?” He checked his cupboard.
“Yes, I do!” he said somewhat triumphantly.
“Okay well, you can just make like a paste of those ingredients and they work just like OxiClean. Try putting them on just the ottoman overnight. Hopefully this stain will come out or I buy you a new chair and ottoman,” I said.

He was so gracious but I know on the inside he was kind of freaking out as much as I was. With the homemade OxiCean working away on the ottoman and the stain lifted enough out of the carpet that he felt better, we could again focus on the evening and each other.

We moved to the island counter for dinner in the open kitchen. Dinner was perfect and the conversation more so. He has and brilliant and curious mind so for every comment and story he told he had the research to back it up. Though younger than me (okay, much younger than me!!), he’s got enough experience for 2 or 3 lifetimes over me. He loves to tell stories as much as I love to listen to them.

We kind of talked away most of the night. So much for an early retirement to the bedroom…

We both realilzed there wasn’t much time left for the evening, so we decided to head back to the guest room/playroom. We undressed quickly with us naked and kneeling on his oh so comfy bed started kissing. His bed is like, well, like being on a cloud…veeeerrrryyyy poufy!!

Ever try to make love on a cloud?


Yeah, I know, it sounds sensuous enough, but it’s like trying to do sexy moves on a waterbed! Try as you might you end up grasping the frame just to get your bearings back and not get seasick! I ended up rolling around like a black lab itching his back in the grass; arms and legs flailing in the air as I wiggled and inched my way up to the pillows!

So trying for new positions was out, spending long moments on naked kisses and foreplay was out too, as he has to be at work at oh-dark-thirty. It was a bit of a quickie, but it was enough for us to enjoy one another’s…company! We promised each other that the next time we would just skip dinner altogether.
And have white wine instead!

He sent me a with a pic the next morning.

It was of the ottoman…”good as new!”

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Paranormal Activity: The Truth Is..HERE!
Posted:Jun 27, 2021 6:54 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2021 6:59 pm
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A recently declassified U.S. government intelligence report says that they can’t explain 3 out of 4 UFO sightings recorded in the last few .

I think the numbers are larger than that. I believe they need broaden their investigation include this site. There are several unexplained paranormal activities on here:

1] In the Senior Sizzle blog-o-sphere, there is the ongoing mysterious case of words disappearing and reappearing…as yet, there is no adequate explanation for this phenomena. The unusual is becoming commonplace however, as bloggers have discovered some workaround solutions and simply “carry on, citizens”.

Some assume that the human brain is capable of filling in the appropriate words based on the context surrounding it.

Others have found that by copying and pasting their entire post in a comment right below their blog post, those disappearing words stay intact.

Still other bloggers insert punc.tuation int.o a common preposition, or substitute numbers 4 lett.ers as shown.
That seems do the trick of keeping the words anchored in the post, but it does make for awkward reading. Usually not a big problem if the blog contains mostly pictures. However…

2] A recent case again, in the blog-o-sphere was the entire loss of interaction for a few days between bloggers and viewers. It seems very similar those recorded abduction encounters of the third kind where people have literally lost hours or days. [Not be confused with drug induced time loss! ]

Bloggers could not post pictures on their blogs during this time, and commenters couldn’t post comments.

Curiously, no explanation was given for this strange event, and after a few days, the blogs were functioning as normal and life carried on again as if it never happened.

3] Another paranormal activity observed on this site is one I have experienced firsthand. That is my interaction with interdimensional beings aka “ghosts”.

I never really believed in ghosts until I was on this site.

I now believe in ghosts. I’ve experienced them.

These ghosts seem real enough, they take the shape of human form, anyway, and are adept in the use of computers, tablets, phones, etc. I don’t know; perhaps the pictures they post aren’t really real. I mean, c’mon, some of those anatomy pics are out of this world, don’tcha think? !

Experts have theorized that ghosts are interdimensional entities, traveling through our third dimension, occasionally saying “Hi” on their way to areas unknown:
“For many , I’ve been trying figure out this ghost thing. There’s no doubt it exists, despite what critics say. I don’t understand why ghosts appear or where they come from, but it seems they occupy the same space we do and I think they are in their own time frame, but that’s just my guess.” Taken from Adam Davidson* via Quora.com

They seem want know us and have a genuine interest in the human species. They probe your mind through conversation and banter. Some have mastered the art of flirtation quite well I have found.

But then…just when you think an encounter is imminent….Poof! Ghosted!

It’s happened a few times.

I communicated with one Entity for an entire year online, and then, Poof! Gone! Ghosted!

Another, I did experience in person. In fact, I documented those encounters with that Entity in my earlier research papers, er, I mean, blog posts.

Then, with very little explanation, Poof! Ghosted.

My latest experience of this ghosting phenomena came from an ongoing FWB. I thought we had very open communication. A great rapport, actually. Always enjoyed our time together. Had begun to plan another rendezvous, when, even mid-sentence, he was gone! Poof! Ghosted. That was nearly a month ago. Maybe he was called back to his own dimension and place in time.

Who knows? I certainly don’t.

So then I got to wondering about all this ghosting activity, as I am new to online interactions and social media, in general. My question: is this ghosting behavior considered ‘normal’ and possibly ‘customary’ in regular online activities or is it endemic to these kinds of sites [i.e. hookup sites] alone? Apparently The Oxford Dictionary sides with the latter as it defines ghosting as:
ghost·ing /ˈɡōstiNG/
noun
1. 1.
the appearance of a ghost or secondary image on a television or other display screen.
"the display is sharper and less prone to ghosting"
2. 2.
the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication.
"I thought ghosting was a horrible dating habit reserved for casual flings"


I think that sample sentence in Oxford’s definition sums it up nicely. “a horrible dating habit reserved for casual flings”. Even if these interactions are considered “casual flings”, don’t they deserve the common decency or etiquette of an explanation? There are many degrees of casual flings; from a first "hello" online to a regular ongoing event. One would think the more time spent together, either online or in person, the more it would merit a decent ending, not the drop off that would leave another wondering not just what went wrong but what happened and is the other person still alive???

With ghosting, one never really knows.

The Truth is Out There...still.
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maison41000  57M4/19
fourgasm2000  41M4/4