So..any lawyers out there wanna wine and dine me?
Stamped: May 11th, 2006 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: dates of yore, flirting, lists, moods.
Springtime is making Betty a horny little bunny. While my boyfriend is reaping all the benefits of my spring lust so is every other guy (and let’s face it - hot girl) that comes across my path. One of the grey haired old bosses at my work winked at me and despite the gesture being in a “hey, how’s this crazy work of yours going” and not an “ I’d like to ravish you in the back closet” kind of a way – I still practically had to go to the bathroom and change my panties.
I’ve also found myself becoming nostalgic on previous conquests. I assumed it was just due to the fact that my 4-year relationship was entering a comfort zone 
that felt occasionally like a warm security blanket wrapped around my neck like a noose. But again, could just be the spring.
At one point while having a nice Saturday morning in bed, my boyfriend asked me what I was thinking as my elbows lay propped on the pillow all pensive like. Unfortunately being the brutally honest girl that I am I answered the truth. “Oh, I was just thinking about the foursome I had with those two South African guys and my girl friend from Chicago.”
Somehow I don’t think he’s going to be asking me what’s on my mind any time soon, unless he wants another bad ego blow.
But I digress. I had been thinking of previous conquests, and started thinking of all the professions the men I have bedded have held. In no particular order:
The Oil Rigger - I would have had his babies based on his Scottish accent alone, unfortunately he was out of the country 2 weeks out of the month – and I require a lot more attention than what 2 weeks can provide.
The Geeky IT guy who had a surprisingly nice ass.
The Door to Door Salesman – he was in and out in a flash.
The Volunteer Fireman – who never volunteered during the 6 months we were together, so I think we can just call him unemployed. 
The Bartender(s) – lets just call this my early twenties – a bit of a blur, but a hell of a lot of fun.
The Advertising Executive for some big music corporation - he had a massively expensive apartment on the right bank of Paris, but was a bit of a bore.
Writer/Musician/Stand-up comic/Night guard at a psych ward - the quintessential artist still holds a place in my heart.
Ex-Military Banker – this boy was a tank, in every sense of the word.
Scientist – gotta love a man in a lab coat.
If I put them all on a desert island I think we could make a very productive society, I being of course queen of the land of Betty’s Former Beaus. All I’m missing is a lawyer and a doctor- although now that I think about it one of the South Africans in the foursome was a paediatrician, which makes you wonder what your kids doctor gets up to on a Friday night
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Betty!? A foursome??!! Um, that’s hot.
I second Jenna’s response…dammmn gina, you’re my new personal hero. As for the lawyer, been there, done that, ain’t nothin to write home to mom about. Their definition of “kinky” is anything other than missionary. No joke.
My only advice to becoming more like your “personal hero” (thanks Lo!) is to work in an ex-pat bar in Paris. You’re pretty much paid to get laid. And drink a lot. In fact, I might need to move back soon. At least just for the Springtime.
Ah, oui! in a fucking heartbeat my friend, buy me a ticket and we will RUIN (in the best way possible) the men of France.
Cool… I just hope that ‘the men of france’ doesn’t just mean french men, but also includes english guys living in paris who just happen to be regular readers of girlspoke!
Of course Matthew. In fact since my springtime erotic charge has yet to diminish, feel free to send me a pic and short bio - just don’t tell my boyfriend