The Ultimate Christmas Gift that I wont get again this year

In 2002 Christmas I was flying cyber space, snagged a gal from New York somewhere who decided to cruize out west here to be with me for Christmas. Of course it happened in Utah. Not Idaho. After that there were three tymez of the year I could just about be certain that I’d get some needed up front and personal contact with a shewolf. They being my birthday, 4th of July and Christmas, again all in Utah. In fact one would think that you could wet your dink, in Utah, being Utah is the home of the always hammered LDS church. And no I have not softened my thoughts on LDS, in fact just the opposite. Utah itself is not that bad a place. Oh sure I used to write about even then Utah being 50 years behind in tyme, the fact that Utah had its religious head in the sand, and the somewhat too timid views on the real carnal interactions, but my criticism of Utah has changed. Somewhere just after I split from Wyoming, it seems as though at least Metro-Utah did a turn around. Despite a poor economy across the nation, Utah has crossed through the turbulent airspace of financial maladies, and blossomed. Technology, the arts from modeling to acting, to many major video production and such companies abound in near droves. Granted its not yet Hollywood, Atlanta , Chicago or Nashville, but its near to it. The nick name of Utah being the Hollywood of the Mountains is a true one. From the Sundance Film Festival which opens next month in Park City, to several Disney and one Confederate Steele Media production there the place bristles with tinsel town brilliance. It’d be hard pressed to find anything of a film nature going on in Idaho here. Sure, a lost girl, downed plane or raging fires get news video, but a movie. The last good one for Idaho was an episode of the old X-Files. Nothing since, but I’m going off course here a bit.

I have been in Idaho now since early 2007, and to date, I have yet to get snuggly with a shewolf. Oh a few near misses, but never the real deal. I think its my weight, but I see rather hot gals out with what I see as rather fugdugly guys. Is it that I drive beater rides? I see lots of guys in rat rods and primered rides, still under construction, plus I’d like to see many that also can and does fly, a reassigned Marine(A Marine never retires), yet do you think I can get even one set up with someone? No.

Sure the club tries , but the fact is there are none that I find all that seductive to where I get an instant sustainable stiffy over. Although I’d try very much to do so. Is it reputation? How many and the number is damn few, but how many local male corpuscles can say, they don’t consume drugs of any kind, are not on probation, own three business’s, runs a nationwide radio network. I have never beat or abused a shewolf in any manner, yet I see jerx and hear about some really bad things happening to gals from their chosen guy or male pal, and yet I’m alone.

Of course, I would no doubt be like many guys that say they can go the 8 minutes, or more, with a hot body, but in reality and I know with me, and it’s a fact, if I got with a really super honey, it’d be done in 5 seconds or less. Of course I can remember and I do remember this a lot, there was a gal, who was a hotter than a jug of shine, blonde gal I met over one of those 1-900 numbers that was so popular years ago. She called, and for shits and giggles, decided to investigate her just for the idea of such for the newsletter. After all you hear all the time about the gals who answer these 1-900 dateline phone lines, that sure they show some real hotties on their TV ads , that you know those gals ain’t having trouble finding guys. Naw these lines are answered usually by some big mumma in a trailer in some meth infected trailer park. Except the one I got into named Debbie. She met me at the shop, took me to dinner, met her kids, and two nights after when she did me, I got off 4 times in an hour and a half. Never before and no one since has been able to do that. The gal had her muscles trained and we ain’t talking about the muscles on her arms. And where did I meet her? Utah, NOT BUMM FUCKED IDAHO. That said, and I’d nearly have a coronary over it, but I’d like just once for this Christmas, or at least before I exit Idaho for good, cause once gone I ain’t coming back to Idaho for anything. But just once, I’d like to see just one gal of moderate looks, show up at the house here, and give the ultimate Christmas gift, or at least let this old wolf get it wet.

More of what I am seeing in the Beehive state, next time.

L8R Ya’ll

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