How well-rounded am I? National Symphony on Saturday and a couple of screaming heavy metal bands on Sunday. Lots of hot chicks at the metal show, and the two next to me even took off their tops and rocked out in their bras. A couple of hot, sweaty girls with their bare skin and boobs pressed up against me in a crowded club--talk about poppin' a boner. But, oddly enough, it was a cute, 30-something viola player in the National Symphony that really stuck in my mind. We were in the third row and I couldn't stop checking her out. Finally towards the end she looked over at me and we smiled at each other. Mmmm. Intense. I love those little moments. I'm thinking I could really get into nailing her sweet little body to the bed and nuzzling my face into her nice, wet pussy. Yeah, as if that will ever happen.

For about a year or so I had an online affair with a cute, married, redhead that I'll refer to as C. I even met her once on a business trip. But realistically, C and I live too far away from each other, and eventually I think we finally realized that it wasn't gonna work. We're still friends, though. We chat a couple times a week and speak on the phone every now and then. Last night I called her up on the way home from work and we ended up talking about blowjobs. And I was lamenting to her that my wife thinks that normal girls do not give blowjobs. My wife thinks it's kind of deviant. So C and I were trying to think of what there might be in popular culture that I could show to my wife that would convince her that blowjobs are not perverted and that normal, everyday people actually enjoy giving and receiving blowjobs on a regular basis. Unfortunately, we couldn't come up with anything. But if you think of something, let me know. I could really use one right about now.

On the way to work this morning I pulled up to a stop sign and couldn't help staring for a couple of seconds at two devastatingly-pretty high-school girls who seemed to be waiting for their school bus.

They were staring at me too.

And you know that look that a high-school girl will give you. She'll look right at you with those big, dark eyes that seem to say, "I see you looking at me. Come and get it. I dare you. I'm not a little girl anymore."

As I pulled away I turned and looked back over my shoulder. They were still looking at me.

8:20am.

I'll be there again tomorrow.