Today I saw a woman on a street corner getting ready to cross the street when a guy ran up to her, kissed her passionately and walked away. At least this is what it appeared to be from a block away.
i miss romance. I wish my husband could not count on me to put out and would spend some time trying to seduce me without taking it as a given. Next time we do it, maybe he’ll even take his socks off.
Perhaps i should rename this blog, MWF, Mom Wants a F***. Really, it’s
MWS- Mom wants to be seduced.
MWF -Mom wants to Flirt.
MWA – Mom wants action.
Any other thoughts?
Filed under: Desires, Humor, MiLF | Tags: flirt, MiLF, mom, pregnancy jeans
I cannot remember the last time a guy hit on me. I just can’t.
Sometimes I think a cute guy might be flirting with me, but when I am pushing around a bulky stroller with a small baby, I have to believe that he is just humoring me.
Even when I am not with baby, I wonder if a single man or even woman at this point finds me attractive enough to strike up a conversation. I can’t imagine the entire population of Manhattan is too shy to talk.
When I was pregnant my husband was so turned off by me because I looked “matronly”. Thanks babe. Just caring our love child for 75% of a year while you are out drinking scotch, going to concerts and asking me to be your designated driver.
I heard they make Pregnancy Porn. I haven’t seen one, but if they were done tactfully (as tactful as a soft core porn can be) i would have considered signing up. They would not even need to pay me. I would do it to feel sexy and get some attention.
I’m still yearning for someone to find me hot. Which some of my husband’s friends do, okay only one tells me. He is not my type. It’s still nice to hear. I’m after the attention, not the action.
I’m back in my old pre-pregnancy jeans. In fact, some of them are even too big on me. This could be because I wore them far enough into my pregnancy to stretch them, but they are still big on me. The pilates class at my gym is showing in my defined abs. Yeah!
Now hit on me! (In that non-sleazy flattering sort of way) I’m a great tease.
