Welcome to my diary. The names, dates, locations, and other irrelevant information have been changed for the privacy of myself and those included. However the basic plots and themes remain.
For a complete listing of my diary postings, the preface of the first diary entry is where to look. As you'll see I have a LOT more left to post so please be patient.
OK, so I have issues just like everyone else. One of them has to do with who is in "control" when I have a relationship with someone, no matter how brief it may be. My Uncle Paul had fucked me a couple of months back and ever since then it was nagging me how he had been in control that day. Something needed to be done about that!
Suddenly one day I realized it had been quite a while since I'd spent some really good "quality time" with my dad. Well... that shouldn't be so hard to remedy!
All summer I'd been wanting to go to our favorite State Park where we water-ski but its seems there was always one thing or another in the way. When we finally got to go, it turned out that getting was half the fun, not to mention what happened when my cousin and I made a few new friends.
I've always wanted to be a teacher more than anything. Just when it seemed all was perfect, all my hopes and dreams were crushed. Then an unexpected opportunity arose which promised to revive those dreams. OK, so I comprised my principles just a little, but it got me back into teaching so I lived with it. Besides the moral and ethical issues, there's another problem when you start straying from your beliefs - once you rationalize it the next time gets easier.
Recently I wrote about how I was forced to have sex with my boss to keep my job. Admittedly, I ultimately enjoyed it and if it hadn't been for the circumstances surrounding everything, I might have done it again. That said, something had to be done about the situation before it got out of hand. Those who follow my diary may be curious as to what happened after my last entry. There is no sex in this one and for those with imaginations, I doubt what happened is what you hoped for.
One of the best things to happen lately was when my cousin quit her job as a professional escort, A.K.A. hooker, whore, or whatever else you call it. I know she loved her "work" and was making a fortune but even with the few experiences I had with her I knew sooner or later it would end in tragedy. Being a Realtor may not be as glamorous (she's in school now), but after having worked with her mom (also a realtor) before, I was sure she would still find ample opportunity to use her "talents".
When someone asks me where to go to meet people I always give them the same answer - church! At first this may sound like the LAST place to meet someone, especially if you're looking to get laid, but if you think about it, it's full of people who probably are NOT going out to bars and clubs yet are desperate for sex! As it turns out, recently my own advice proved to be true once again for me when I was reunited with an old flame - in more ways than one.
Hard to believe but my dad is now on the downward slope to 50! There are a few days each year that are special when it comes to me and my dad - Father's Day, 4th of July, his birthday and Christmas. Of course, it's HOW you make a day special that counts! Note: Reading this over after I wrote it, I may have repeated myself a lot and dwelled on certain topics a bit much. My apologies if that's the case but these things are important to me and are hard to put into words so please bear with me!