I cringed when I was reading this, but being that I got to tell my Brady and Addam stories in full detail, complete with an almost-threesome, I suppose Cayden should get to share his dirty details. You better believe I won't be rereading this one any time soon, but here's the continuation of last night's post...
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When we got back to Jenny’s holiday apartment, the sun was coming up. It had been a hell of a long night. Even still, the night wasn't over for me. I still had to win at my game with this girl who I’d never see again.
We started kissing and something really hit me. It was like my heart dropped into my stomach and I got that butterflies-in-my-stomach thing girls always talk about.
What the hell was happening to me? I’d NEVER been affected by a kiss like that before, but it was such an amazing feeling. Every time we kissed it was the best sensation ever.
This was interesting, my thoughts of jumping her bones and getting on out of there had vanished and I was actually enjoying the intimacy of this non-sexual act.
Jenny got out of bed to grab a glass of water, her tall tanned legs being complimented by a brown silk night dress that just covered her ass, such a tease but soooooo damn sexy!
She came back to bed and crawled on up to me with her night dress now slipping away ever so slightly to show some amazing cleavage. She was a 36 C and I was extremely appreciative of them.
As we lay there kissing, she moved down to my chest, kissing down on to my stomach. Then she lied there with her head on my stomach, facing south.
Why did she stop? What was she thinking?
The next thing I knew, my boxers were stripped away and that was it: The most amazing..err...to use baseball terms, "Triple"... I’d ever received.
Now from a guy's point of view, there are good "Triples", OK "Triples" and down right awful/painful ones where you just hope that the grating of teeth against you has left you with no permanent scaring.
This didn’t have a category, it was just out of this world, probably better than most sex I’d ever had. When she was done, she rose with a smile on her face as if to say, "My work here is done."
I was hooked on this girl.
Was it the "Triples?" Was it the kiss or her sexy body?
I’m not sure, but I just loved every minute of it.
As we lay there laughing and talking afterward as if we’d known one another for ages, we just both seemed happy with each others company. Before I left that day, I asked when she was leaving Cyrpus.
“Next weekend” she replied, a whole six days away.
I asked if she’d like to meet again, and we met that very night, and spent almost every minute of the next six days together.
We would have BBQs around my place, we lay on the beach talking and getting to know each other and it was just an absolutely amazing experience.
I took her to a beach where it was so calm and shallow, you could walk out into the warm sea for about a hundred yards and the water would still only be knee deep. We’d lay on the sea floor with the water just covering us and fool around, kind of knowing that people knew what we were up to but we didn’t really care too much.
All I knew was that I was having a wonderful time, a time that got better every night with amazing triples, but no home runs.
Turns out, she was on the, uh, "Disabled List" for for four of those six days.
But the day before she left, fresh off the DL, I hit a homerun.
Showing posts with label His Story. Show all posts
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
4. Game Time (Cayden's Story)
Chase, bag, and conquer. That was Cayden's game. To him, it was all about the thrill of the lay, and a good story to take back to his friends. Basically, the typical jackass male character in any movie from She's All That to American Pie, and every high school-themed movie in between. Not exactly what I'd call Prince Charming, that's for sure.
I used to think a girl had to kiss a lot of frogs before she found her prince. But maybe it's also true that a frog had to screw a lot of drunk horny girls before he'd leap into the royal waters and try on his crown.
We've all had our hearts broken. We all know a guy who made us cry (or several). We all have a someone who never called. But one day, these frogs grow up. And it's usually when their little froggy hearts overtake their little froggy penises. Yes, I'm aware frogs don't have penises.
Enough with the awful, cliche amphibian metaphors. Apologies. Now here's a story about the first time someone threw a twist in Cayden's game.
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After finishing things with Louise, I met up with Zoe a few more times and everything seemed to be going well. That was, until her ex turned up in Cyprus. He had flown all of the way over to Cyprus from England to declare his undying love for her, and had a ring to prove it.
He was about 5'5" tall, shaved head, and about 5'5" wide as well. He was a doorman at a local club where Zoe lived in England. I’m a believer in my abilities generally, including the department of taking care of myself when push comes to shove, but taking into account his measurements and the fact that I was with his girl, I didn’t think I’d be faring too well if he got his hands on me.
I didn’t want to deal with this drama, as pretty a girl as she was, there were plenty more out there, so I walked away.
I was watching the football (soccer) European Championships in July 2004 in a sweaty bar in a village. It was such a hot night, and I’d been out all day in the sun, in sports shorts and T-shirt. I’m sure I must have been sporting an interesting smell as well. The surprise finalists was Greece and being in the Greek Cypriot part of Cyprus, the whole Island was rooting for them to win.
From the tournament underdogs to the champions of Europe, the bar I was in ERUPTED! The Cypriot people could be very passionate, but when it came to football, it was something else. Caught up in the moment, I asked the bartender what it’d be like in the city that night.
“The Avenues will be packed, the nation is going to be going wild. You have to go there and party."
Sounded like a good recommendation to me, so we headed on down there.
The city was rammed! Traffic had halted, horns were blowing, people were hanging out of car windows, sun roofs and off lamp posts with a sea of white and blue Greek flags covering them all. It was an incredible atmosphere so we headed to our local bar ‘The Square’ to congratulate the owner who I had become good friends with.
The mood was crazy so we joined in the celebrations. A little later we headed to the club downstairs.
The club was not as busy as usual with the football celebrations going on outside, but that didn’t stop the tourists coming in.
The room was lively and myself and the guys I was with got into hunting mode, on the prowl. I headed to the bar for some drinks and as I was standing there, I felt somebody slap my ass.
I turned around to see two girls standing behind me, one who was definitely not my type…but I’m sure she had a nice personality, and then another who stood 5'10", about 6ft in heels, and curves in all of the right places.
It was a no brainer. I looked at the beautiful, tall, tanned girl.
"Did you just slap me on my ass?”
She pointed to her friend. “It was her.”
Now you’re thinking, this sounds awfully a lot like the circumstances I met Whitney, the assault from behind, blaming it on their poor friend, but the crazy thing about all of this….I met Whitney on July 3rd and I met Jenny on July 4th (years apart, of course).
The whole of that night, we just laughed and joked, actually attempted ballroom dancing. I fell over in my drunken state and we still ended up leaving together.
I figured she'd be just another girl. Just another hook up. Just another person I wouldn't have to call back.
Boy was I wrong.
I used to think a girl had to kiss a lot of frogs before she found her prince. But maybe it's also true that a frog had to screw a lot of drunk horny girls before he'd leap into the royal waters and try on his crown.
We've all had our hearts broken. We all know a guy who made us cry (or several). We all have a someone who never called. But one day, these frogs grow up. And it's usually when their little froggy hearts overtake their little froggy penises. Yes, I'm aware frogs don't have penises.
Enough with the awful, cliche amphibian metaphors. Apologies. Now here's a story about the first time someone threw a twist in Cayden's game.
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After finishing things with Louise, I met up with Zoe a few more times and everything seemed to be going well. That was, until her ex turned up in Cyprus. He had flown all of the way over to Cyprus from England to declare his undying love for her, and had a ring to prove it.
He was about 5'5" tall, shaved head, and about 5'5" wide as well. He was a doorman at a local club where Zoe lived in England. I’m a believer in my abilities generally, including the department of taking care of myself when push comes to shove, but taking into account his measurements and the fact that I was with his girl, I didn’t think I’d be faring too well if he got his hands on me.
I didn’t want to deal with this drama, as pretty a girl as she was, there were plenty more out there, so I walked away.
I was watching the football (soccer) European Championships in July 2004 in a sweaty bar in a village. It was such a hot night, and I’d been out all day in the sun, in sports shorts and T-shirt. I’m sure I must have been sporting an interesting smell as well. The surprise finalists was Greece and being in the Greek Cypriot part of Cyprus, the whole Island was rooting for them to win.
From the tournament underdogs to the champions of Europe, the bar I was in ERUPTED! The Cypriot people could be very passionate, but when it came to football, it was something else. Caught up in the moment, I asked the bartender what it’d be like in the city that night.
“The Avenues will be packed, the nation is going to be going wild. You have to go there and party."
Sounded like a good recommendation to me, so we headed on down there.
The city was rammed! Traffic had halted, horns were blowing, people were hanging out of car windows, sun roofs and off lamp posts with a sea of white and blue Greek flags covering them all. It was an incredible atmosphere so we headed to our local bar ‘The Square’ to congratulate the owner who I had become good friends with.
The mood was crazy so we joined in the celebrations. A little later we headed to the club downstairs.
The club was not as busy as usual with the football celebrations going on outside, but that didn’t stop the tourists coming in.
The room was lively and myself and the guys I was with got into hunting mode, on the prowl. I headed to the bar for some drinks and as I was standing there, I felt somebody slap my ass.
I turned around to see two girls standing behind me, one who was definitely not my type…but I’m sure she had a nice personality, and then another who stood 5'10", about 6ft in heels, and curves in all of the right places.
It was a no brainer. I looked at the beautiful, tall, tanned girl.
"Did you just slap me on my ass?”
She pointed to her friend. “It was her.”
Now you’re thinking, this sounds awfully a lot like the circumstances I met Whitney, the assault from behind, blaming it on their poor friend, but the crazy thing about all of this….I met Whitney on July 3rd and I met Jenny on July 4th (years apart, of course).
The whole of that night, we just laughed and joked, actually attempted ballroom dancing. I fell over in my drunken state and we still ended up leaving together.
I figured she'd be just another girl. Just another hook up. Just another person I wouldn't have to call back.
Boy was I wrong.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
3. The Boss's Daughter (Cayden's story)
Seven guys alone on the top of a mountain with nothing but beer for entertainment? After reading last night's post from Cayden, I was scared to death to read tonight's. I was afraid I'd find out my Prince Charming had charmed a few princes, if you know what I'm saying. Seven drunk, horny, 20-somethings with no one to take their sexual frustrations out on? This couldn't end well....
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As the months passed, I made the most of getting off that mountain at every second I could. It was an hours drive to the nearest large city, but it was definitely worth it. Nights out were good, I could book a cheap hotel and chase women as I liked to do.
I realised life wasn’t perfect but I had to make the best of a bad situation.
After a summer of meeting women and having a good time, the tourist season ended, and nights out in the city were going to be less frequent.
In October 2003, I found out that an old timer I’d worked with at my previous base and who I'd hit it off with, was going to be my new boss. He was a great guy. He would be bringing his daughter I was told, who was 18 at the time and I was 20.
As I knew my new boss, I welcomed him and his family and took them to their new home on the mountain. His daughter, Louise, was kind of pretty, not my normal type, but good enough for a guy living up a mountain. I didn’t really see her for the first couple of weeks and even then, just saw her on occasions.
My work had a get together down the mountain one day and afterward, Carl said “don’t rush off, you can take us to a good restaurant you know of because we’re hungry and we’ll give you a lift back.” I didn't have to work the following day and had nothing up the mountain to rush back to, so I did just that.
When we arrived back up the mountain later that evening, Carl invited me in for a drink. His family was cool, very relaxed and really nice people. After a few drinks, Carl and his wife went to bed because he had work in the morning.
I was left on my own, in my boss’s living room, on the sofa with his daughter, Louise. What the hell do I do?
As life was teaching me, drink seemed to be a good option, so we drank.
We got a bit tipsy, fooled around a little and then just talked for a while. Time kind of flew by…until I heard the door open and Carl came out. Time stopped.
"Shit Cayden, you’re still here? I’m off to work and you’re still up with my daughter, what the hell have you been doing?"
He smiled as he was just messing with me and got ready for work and left.
As the weeks and months went by, I found myself in a relationship with Louise. I spent a lot of time with her, we enjoyed trips down the mountain in my jeep and everything seemed to be going smoothly. I spent Christmas day round at the bosses house and he liked that I made his daughter a happy girl.
Was it awkward that I was seeing my boss's daughter? TOTALLY! I got stick from the guys in work joking that I was sleeping my way to the top. I was nicknamed ‘The Son’ and ‘mini-Carl’ but I let the jokes fly because it was all fun.
When the weather started to pick up again the following spring, I realised that there was something wrong. I didn’t actually like being in a relationship. I wanted my choice of girls. I wanted to play and win at my game of meeting girls and getting lucky with them.
With that in my mind, I began to notice the things I didn’t enjoy about Louise. She was a bit immature and didn’t really have many things in common with me. I liked her, but as time has taught me, I wasn’t in love with this girl. The situation I was in, on top of a mountain with no female company, it kind of pushed me into thinking I really liked Louise.
Was she just a stop gap to keep me going through the winter months? It seems so, and I decided to end things. There was a problem, though. Louise was studying for an Officer selection process in a month's time as she wanted to join the air force. I knew Louise really liked me, but I couldn’t break her heart and possibly ruin her chances of a good career by her falling to pieces at the interview.
So, I’d have to wait until she got back.
When Louise was away, my friend Johnno had been seeing a holiday rep down by the coast. We went out one night and I met a friend of the rep girl he was seeing. She was a great looking girl, amazing body and quite flirtatious. She knew my situation with Louise. I was completely honest about that, and she told me of a guy she had just recently finished with.
I knew things were over with Louise, and wanted to tell her a month before, but I was thinking of her and her career. This time, I thought of myself and spent the night with Zoe. I convinced myself that I hadn’t cheated because things were already kind of over.
When Louise came back after her selection course, I said we need to talk. We had the chat, and as hard as it was not to say it, I used the words “It’s not you, it’s me.”
Yes, cringe-worthy I know, but it was totally true. That’s exactly how it was, and I couldn’t really put it any other way. She seemed to take it well and respected my decision. I had 3 weeks off from work after that and spent them in an apartment near the beach, living the Cyprus life I thought I’d be living. Life was great again.
Well for a day at least until Louise’s mother called.
“What has happened? Louise hasn’t stopped crying and is so upset”
I explained things to her mother and she was understanding of my reasons why I’d broken her daughters heart.
A few more days of tears, and Carl was pissed off. His daughter was seriously heart broken and I was the cause.
I now know why people say to stay away from the bosses daughter. After this, our relationship was never the same, especially when Louise rebounded with the guy Carl hated the most.
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As the months passed, I made the most of getting off that mountain at every second I could. It was an hours drive to the nearest large city, but it was definitely worth it. Nights out were good, I could book a cheap hotel and chase women as I liked to do.
I realised life wasn’t perfect but I had to make the best of a bad situation.
After a summer of meeting women and having a good time, the tourist season ended, and nights out in the city were going to be less frequent.
In October 2003, I found out that an old timer I’d worked with at my previous base and who I'd hit it off with, was going to be my new boss. He was a great guy. He would be bringing his daughter I was told, who was 18 at the time and I was 20.
As I knew my new boss, I welcomed him and his family and took them to their new home on the mountain. His daughter, Louise, was kind of pretty, not my normal type, but good enough for a guy living up a mountain. I didn’t really see her for the first couple of weeks and even then, just saw her on occasions.
My work had a get together down the mountain one day and afterward, Carl said “don’t rush off, you can take us to a good restaurant you know of because we’re hungry and we’ll give you a lift back.” I didn't have to work the following day and had nothing up the mountain to rush back to, so I did just that.
When we arrived back up the mountain later that evening, Carl invited me in for a drink. His family was cool, very relaxed and really nice people. After a few drinks, Carl and his wife went to bed because he had work in the morning.
I was left on my own, in my boss’s living room, on the sofa with his daughter, Louise. What the hell do I do?
As life was teaching me, drink seemed to be a good option, so we drank.
We got a bit tipsy, fooled around a little and then just talked for a while. Time kind of flew by…until I heard the door open and Carl came out. Time stopped.
"Shit Cayden, you’re still here? I’m off to work and you’re still up with my daughter, what the hell have you been doing?"
He smiled as he was just messing with me and got ready for work and left.
As the weeks and months went by, I found myself in a relationship with Louise. I spent a lot of time with her, we enjoyed trips down the mountain in my jeep and everything seemed to be going smoothly. I spent Christmas day round at the bosses house and he liked that I made his daughter a happy girl.
Was it awkward that I was seeing my boss's daughter? TOTALLY! I got stick from the guys in work joking that I was sleeping my way to the top. I was nicknamed ‘The Son’ and ‘mini-Carl’ but I let the jokes fly because it was all fun.
When the weather started to pick up again the following spring, I realised that there was something wrong. I didn’t actually like being in a relationship. I wanted my choice of girls. I wanted to play and win at my game of meeting girls and getting lucky with them.
With that in my mind, I began to notice the things I didn’t enjoy about Louise. She was a bit immature and didn’t really have many things in common with me. I liked her, but as time has taught me, I wasn’t in love with this girl. The situation I was in, on top of a mountain with no female company, it kind of pushed me into thinking I really liked Louise.
Was she just a stop gap to keep me going through the winter months? It seems so, and I decided to end things. There was a problem, though. Louise was studying for an Officer selection process in a month's time as she wanted to join the air force. I knew Louise really liked me, but I couldn’t break her heart and possibly ruin her chances of a good career by her falling to pieces at the interview.
So, I’d have to wait until she got back.
When Louise was away, my friend Johnno had been seeing a holiday rep down by the coast. We went out one night and I met a friend of the rep girl he was seeing. She was a great looking girl, amazing body and quite flirtatious. She knew my situation with Louise. I was completely honest about that, and she told me of a guy she had just recently finished with.
I knew things were over with Louise, and wanted to tell her a month before, but I was thinking of her and her career. This time, I thought of myself and spent the night with Zoe. I convinced myself that I hadn’t cheated because things were already kind of over.
When Louise came back after her selection course, I said we need to talk. We had the chat, and as hard as it was not to say it, I used the words “It’s not you, it’s me.”
Yes, cringe-worthy I know, but it was totally true. That’s exactly how it was, and I couldn’t really put it any other way. She seemed to take it well and respected my decision. I had 3 weeks off from work after that and spent them in an apartment near the beach, living the Cyprus life I thought I’d be living. Life was great again.
Well for a day at least until Louise’s mother called.
“What has happened? Louise hasn’t stopped crying and is so upset”
I explained things to her mother and she was understanding of my reasons why I’d broken her daughters heart.
A few more days of tears, and Carl was pissed off. His daughter was seriously heart broken and I was the cause.
I now know why people say to stay away from the bosses daughter. After this, our relationship was never the same, especially when Louise rebounded with the guy Carl hated the most.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
2. Cayden, Mountain Man
Earlier today Cayden said, "I admire and respect your work so much more now having tried to write these posts myself. So damn difficult!"
He said he hopes he's not boring you or giving too much detail about something you don't want to hear about or not enough detail about what you do want to hear about. I told him not to worry about it, that yall would forgive him either way. But while you're reading, he's open to your questions and suggestions, so please feel free to comment below, email, or tweet them to me.
To tell you the truth, I'm kind of glad he agreed to write about himself for you, because I'm learning the details of his past (the good, the bad, and the ugly) right along with you...
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So the early years of my Royal Air Force career, I guess I was finding out who I was as a person. I got drunk, did stupid things as most young men do and enjoyed the freedom of being single. Life was great but I wasn’t really happy.
Something was missing and I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I needed a new challenge.
In the Fall of 2002, I was posted to Cyprus, a small island in the Mediterranean sea, just south of Greece. I had heard so many stories about Cyprus being a party island, lots of women, all year round sun, and I was elated when I found out I was posted there for 3 years. I was due to be living a 10-minute drive from the coast and a 25-minute drive from Agia Napa, the party capital of the Med. I was taunting my old colleagues before my departure because I’d be sunning it up on the beach whilst they were left to endure the awful wet and miserable English weather.
Little did I know that they would have the last laugh!
When I arrived in Cyprus in late November, I was greeted by my welcome party who loaded my luggage into a 4x4 vehicle. As we set off, I introduced myself to the welcome party and said I’m really looking forward to my time on the Island.
"Why aren't we traveling on the coast?" I asked, as we drove further and further inland.
"We’re going to Troodos,” they said.
"What the hell is Toodos?"
“Do you see the lights up in the sky?”
I looked up, and said, “yes."
“That’s Troodos.”
Out in front of us, up in the darkness of the sky, were bright orange lights in the distance. This wasn’t right, I decided I’d been picked up by the wrong welcome party.
I rooted around in my backpack and took out my welcome letter from the Officer in Command of the base near Agia Napa.
"I think there’s a mistake, I’m supposed to be going here," I said, pointing to my map.
“Yeah, we thought you’d say that, but now you’re going to be working on top of that mountain.”
What the hell had happened? This wasn’t in the brochure. I’d be calling for a full re-imbursement and upgrade to 5-star if I was on holiday. As it was though, I wasn’t on holiday. The Royal Air Force owned my ass and could send me wherever, whenever….and as I quickly came to realise, without telling me either.
I finally arrived after an hours drive to my new home for the next 3 years. An isolated small base on top of a mountain, with the nearest civilisation 10km away. It seemed really misty when I got out of the car, the wind was blowing, and it was close to freezing. Then I realized it wasn't mist. I was standing in the clouds.
When I’d put my luggage in my room, the guys said they’d be in the bar upstairs. Hmmmmmm, again in my life, I was thinking that there was only one thing that could make a bad situation bearable: Get drunk! I walked up about 6 flights of stairs and was panting when I’d got to the bar. There were 6 guys in there, laughing at the site of me.
"I need to get down to the gym," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Don’t worry about it, it’s the altitude. The air is thinner up here so just walking will work your body more."
After a few more questions about how I came to be where I was, it became apparent that despite the spectacular views, the dense forests lining the mountain sides, and the cheap bar that I found myself in, I’d be living with just 6 other single guys on a mountain for 3 years, with not a single girl in sight.
He said he hopes he's not boring you or giving too much detail about something you don't want to hear about or not enough detail about what you do want to hear about. I told him not to worry about it, that yall would forgive him either way. But while you're reading, he's open to your questions and suggestions, so please feel free to comment below, email, or tweet them to me.
To tell you the truth, I'm kind of glad he agreed to write about himself for you, because I'm learning the details of his past (the good, the bad, and the ugly) right along with you...
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So the early years of my Royal Air Force career, I guess I was finding out who I was as a person. I got drunk, did stupid things as most young men do and enjoyed the freedom of being single. Life was great but I wasn’t really happy.
Something was missing and I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I needed a new challenge.
In the Fall of 2002, I was posted to Cyprus, a small island in the Mediterranean sea, just south of Greece. I had heard so many stories about Cyprus being a party island, lots of women, all year round sun, and I was elated when I found out I was posted there for 3 years. I was due to be living a 10-minute drive from the coast and a 25-minute drive from Agia Napa, the party capital of the Med. I was taunting my old colleagues before my departure because I’d be sunning it up on the beach whilst they were left to endure the awful wet and miserable English weather.
Little did I know that they would have the last laugh!
When I arrived in Cyprus in late November, I was greeted by my welcome party who loaded my luggage into a 4x4 vehicle. As we set off, I introduced myself to the welcome party and said I’m really looking forward to my time on the Island.
"Why aren't we traveling on the coast?" I asked, as we drove further and further inland.
"We’re going to Troodos,” they said.
"What the hell is Toodos?"
“Do you see the lights up in the sky?”
I looked up, and said, “yes."
“That’s Troodos.”
Out in front of us, up in the darkness of the sky, were bright orange lights in the distance. This wasn’t right, I decided I’d been picked up by the wrong welcome party.
I rooted around in my backpack and took out my welcome letter from the Officer in Command of the base near Agia Napa.
"I think there’s a mistake, I’m supposed to be going here," I said, pointing to my map.
“Yeah, we thought you’d say that, but now you’re going to be working on top of that mountain.”
What the hell had happened? This wasn’t in the brochure. I’d be calling for a full re-imbursement and upgrade to 5-star if I was on holiday. As it was though, I wasn’t on holiday. The Royal Air Force owned my ass and could send me wherever, whenever….and as I quickly came to realise, without telling me either.
I finally arrived after an hours drive to my new home for the next 3 years. An isolated small base on top of a mountain, with the nearest civilisation 10km away. It seemed really misty when I got out of the car, the wind was blowing, and it was close to freezing. Then I realized it wasn't mist. I was standing in the clouds.
When I’d put my luggage in my room, the guys said they’d be in the bar upstairs. Hmmmmmm, again in my life, I was thinking that there was only one thing that could make a bad situation bearable: Get drunk! I walked up about 6 flights of stairs and was panting when I’d got to the bar. There were 6 guys in there, laughing at the site of me.
"I need to get down to the gym," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Don’t worry about it, it’s the altitude. The air is thinner up here so just walking will work your body more."
After a few more questions about how I came to be where I was, it became apparent that despite the spectacular views, the dense forests lining the mountain sides, and the cheap bar that I found myself in, I’d be living with just 6 other single guys on a mountain for 3 years, with not a single girl in sight.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
1. Cayden's Once Upon a Time
I just realized that by now you know all about me: the boys I've dated, the boy who owns my vcard, the boys who broke my heart, my orgasm-induced toe cramps, and my backstory leading up to how I ended up in this magical little magical fairytale. But you don't know all that much about Cayden, aside from the fact that he has an adorable accent and he's made me the happiest girl in the whole world. So I asked you all via Twitter if you'd want to Cayden to write a chapter (if you're not following me on Twitter, do it! @whitforbrit), and the consensus was yes!
So, I'm handing tonight's chapter over to Cayden. From reading this, I hope that you see that he wasn't always a Prince Charming, and he's been the frog many poor little ladies in the past. But some frogs grow up to be princes :)
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9 years Before Whitney
Cayden here. I heard you want to hear a little bit about me, so here goes. I must warn you, if you thought my early emails of epic proportions to Whitney back when we first met were long….you may want to grab yourself a strong coffee for this one!
Ok, so the story begins.
I had just turned 17 and started my first year of college in my home town in the North of England. It wasn’t the most happening place to be, people set in their ways with little in the way of ambition. People there had no desire to move away and see what the world had to offer. Truth be told, I didn’t really want to see what the world had to offer, all I knew I wanted was to be working in a great job, earning great money in a big, bustling city. I didn’t know where that would be, at the time I didn’t know where that even existed, so I kind of just went with the flow and began studying business.
Although I achieved good grades at school, I was never the studious type. My mind would wander, I was impatient, and I wanted a good career there and then and without having to go through years of painful studying just to receive a certificate at the end of it all. I realised this partway through my first year of college and made the big decision to drop out and join the Royal Air Force.
The day I left for the Royal Air Force back in June 2000, I knew it would be a hard day. My mother had gone through a tough few years of life, and I was the last of my siblings at home with her and I was about to leave. I knew my mother would be upset, she’d be left alone in a huge 5-bedroom Victorian house that had seen so much drama over the 30 years she’d lived there. Most people would have dreaded leaving their mother alone in that situation, alone and feeling empty, but I knew that if I didn’t leave, I’d never get away. Saying goodbye to her that day with tears rolling down her face, it was one of the hardest days of my life to date. As the next few years of my life would teach me, that’s life and you just suck it up and move on.
My first summer in the Air Force was a life-changing experience. I was the youngest guy in a room of 16 men aged between 17-29 years old, many of whom had experienced far more in life than I had, and I was able to learn from them. We couldn’t drink or leave the base for the first 7 weeks of training, so we had no option but to bond with each other. In the 7 weeks I had gotten to know these people, we all became extremely close friends and vowed to remain good friends when we went our separate ways after our basic training was over. I’ve not spoken to any of them since, and that is just a reality of working in the military, you learn to forget about your feelings and move on to the next thing. Little did I know at the time, that this applied to girls, too.
When my basic training came to an end, I was sent to a different base to commence the training for what my career would actually entail in the Royal Air Force. No more playing soldier. Oh no, reality hit—52 weeks of intense physics, 8am-5pm Monday to Friday. What the hell had I signed up for? I HATED physics. I once got 10% in a physics exam at school because I just couldn’t face studying for it. Unfortunately, I was now getting paid, and I’d dropped out of college, so I didn’t really have much of an option but to learn. Fifty-two weeks of physics, there was only one way to get through it: drink copious amounts of alcohol Tuesday through Sunday. Don’t worry, I took Monday’s off. It’s not like I had a problem or anything.
As the year went on people began to get hurt. I remember a Monday morning inspection from a Sergeant Major who was mean as hell. I roughed him up a little in a sports game once and didn’t realise that he was the new boss in town. After turning up on parade with about eight other guys with black eyes and bruises, I was soon to know who he was. That weekend we were drinking in a local bar and a fight erupted, we got caught up in the middle and ended up in a scene from a Wild Western, even the women got involved. It was total chaos but totally hilarious, too.
Another time, a guy figured it’d be a great idea to climb a tree and fell out of it. He hobbled back to his room in pain but was walking and everything seemed fine. When he woke up in the morning, he was screaming in pain and was covered in blood. He’d broken his leg in three places but was so drunk he didn’t realise it. A friend who recently got married and has become a little more sensible in his elder years, as have I, actually ironed over his penis when ironing his uniform for the morning in the buff. Try explaining that one to the doctor in the morning. Yes, injuries like that became a common occurrence as did break ups.
On a military base full of drunken men and women, sex was rife, and so were STDs. I was fortunate enough never to catch an STD, because I was always careful but a number of my friends, not so much. Seeing guys in agony and hearing the stories they provided, it’s enough to remind you to bag up and play it safe. I heard a story from a different base where a girl had slept with so many guys that a notice went around actually advising that everyone have an STD test on base.
As I mentioned further up this post, forgetting your feelings and moving on applied to girls, too. I was always brought up to respect girls from my family and I’d like to think I’ve done that most of the time. For a while in my life though, I kind of stretched the rules out on this. My main aim when I went out with friends was to meet women, as most guys want to. I wasn’t bothered about a girlfriend, I just wanted to sleep with a women, not call, and move on to the next. It was easy this way and didn’t involve the drama of explaining why I didn’t want anything more than a fling. Seriously, if you’ve not seen the movie ‘He’s just not that in to you' please do ,because it pretty much is spot on.
If I’m honest, most one night stands have been dreadful. You’re both drunk, you don’t get to know what each other enjoys and when you’ve gotten off, you just turn over and sleep. I guess the only bonus, no Tic Tacs needed because you just don’t care. After a fair few on- night stands, I began realising that it wasn’t the sex that I was enjoying, it was more the thrill of meeting a girl and the satisfaction of getting lucky with her. It was kind of like a game, and the more I won, the more confident I became.
I’m not going to talk passionately about those hookups as Whitney has previously because if I’m honest, I wouldn’t want to give them that much credit. I will though tell you of some of the funnier situations I’ve found myself in.
I was working one weekend at an airshow and had been out in the sun all day, flirting with the girls coming through the gates as I stood there in my camouflage uniform and sunglasses. That night, we decided to meet up with a few girls we’d met that day and went to some local bars. We got drunk and we all left with different girls. I agreed to stay at this girls place, but she’d forgotten her key. So, we walked to her parents' place where her mother was asleep. The girl began throwing stones at the window to wake her up, the dog started barking and the lights came on. I was met by her step dad, obviously not happy with the fact that he’d been woken up by his step-daughter who’d disrupted his sleep so she could get laid. Anyway, we got the keys and went back to her place and got down to the business. I’d ordered a taxi for 5am and it was getting late. No sooner had I gotten off, the taxi beeped its horn outside and I literally just got up, zipped up my pants, and I was out of there.
“Do I not get your number?” she asked.
“Yeah” I replied, as I walked out of there and jumped in the taxi and went back to base.
I arrived back to base, had a shower, put on my uniform, and went to breakfast where I filled in my friends on all that happened.
They liked it and as we all strolled down the runway at sunrise to meet everyone for another day of flirting and fun at the airshow, I was enjoying the fact that I didn’t have any commitments or relationship worries.
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Cayden wants to know what you REALLY want to hear about. Any stories you want to hear from his POV? Comment away!
So, I'm handing tonight's chapter over to Cayden. From reading this, I hope that you see that he wasn't always a Prince Charming, and he's been the frog many poor little ladies in the past. But some frogs grow up to be princes :)
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9 years Before Whitney
Cayden here. I heard you want to hear a little bit about me, so here goes. I must warn you, if you thought my early emails of epic proportions to Whitney back when we first met were long….you may want to grab yourself a strong coffee for this one!
Ok, so the story begins.
I had just turned 17 and started my first year of college in my home town in the North of England. It wasn’t the most happening place to be, people set in their ways with little in the way of ambition. People there had no desire to move away and see what the world had to offer. Truth be told, I didn’t really want to see what the world had to offer, all I knew I wanted was to be working in a great job, earning great money in a big, bustling city. I didn’t know where that would be, at the time I didn’t know where that even existed, so I kind of just went with the flow and began studying business.
Although I achieved good grades at school, I was never the studious type. My mind would wander, I was impatient, and I wanted a good career there and then and without having to go through years of painful studying just to receive a certificate at the end of it all. I realised this partway through my first year of college and made the big decision to drop out and join the Royal Air Force.
The day I left for the Royal Air Force back in June 2000, I knew it would be a hard day. My mother had gone through a tough few years of life, and I was the last of my siblings at home with her and I was about to leave. I knew my mother would be upset, she’d be left alone in a huge 5-bedroom Victorian house that had seen so much drama over the 30 years she’d lived there. Most people would have dreaded leaving their mother alone in that situation, alone and feeling empty, but I knew that if I didn’t leave, I’d never get away. Saying goodbye to her that day with tears rolling down her face, it was one of the hardest days of my life to date. As the next few years of my life would teach me, that’s life and you just suck it up and move on.
My first summer in the Air Force was a life-changing experience. I was the youngest guy in a room of 16 men aged between 17-29 years old, many of whom had experienced far more in life than I had, and I was able to learn from them. We couldn’t drink or leave the base for the first 7 weeks of training, so we had no option but to bond with each other. In the 7 weeks I had gotten to know these people, we all became extremely close friends and vowed to remain good friends when we went our separate ways after our basic training was over. I’ve not spoken to any of them since, and that is just a reality of working in the military, you learn to forget about your feelings and move on to the next thing. Little did I know at the time, that this applied to girls, too.
When my basic training came to an end, I was sent to a different base to commence the training for what my career would actually entail in the Royal Air Force. No more playing soldier. Oh no, reality hit—52 weeks of intense physics, 8am-5pm Monday to Friday. What the hell had I signed up for? I HATED physics. I once got 10% in a physics exam at school because I just couldn’t face studying for it. Unfortunately, I was now getting paid, and I’d dropped out of college, so I didn’t really have much of an option but to learn. Fifty-two weeks of physics, there was only one way to get through it: drink copious amounts of alcohol Tuesday through Sunday. Don’t worry, I took Monday’s off. It’s not like I had a problem or anything.
As the year went on people began to get hurt. I remember a Monday morning inspection from a Sergeant Major who was mean as hell. I roughed him up a little in a sports game once and didn’t realise that he was the new boss in town. After turning up on parade with about eight other guys with black eyes and bruises, I was soon to know who he was. That weekend we were drinking in a local bar and a fight erupted, we got caught up in the middle and ended up in a scene from a Wild Western, even the women got involved. It was total chaos but totally hilarious, too.
Another time, a guy figured it’d be a great idea to climb a tree and fell out of it. He hobbled back to his room in pain but was walking and everything seemed fine. When he woke up in the morning, he was screaming in pain and was covered in blood. He’d broken his leg in three places but was so drunk he didn’t realise it. A friend who recently got married and has become a little more sensible in his elder years, as have I, actually ironed over his penis when ironing his uniform for the morning in the buff. Try explaining that one to the doctor in the morning. Yes, injuries like that became a common occurrence as did break ups.
On a military base full of drunken men and women, sex was rife, and so were STDs. I was fortunate enough never to catch an STD, because I was always careful but a number of my friends, not so much. Seeing guys in agony and hearing the stories they provided, it’s enough to remind you to bag up and play it safe. I heard a story from a different base where a girl had slept with so many guys that a notice went around actually advising that everyone have an STD test on base.
As I mentioned further up this post, forgetting your feelings and moving on applied to girls, too. I was always brought up to respect girls from my family and I’d like to think I’ve done that most of the time. For a while in my life though, I kind of stretched the rules out on this. My main aim when I went out with friends was to meet women, as most guys want to. I wasn’t bothered about a girlfriend, I just wanted to sleep with a women, not call, and move on to the next. It was easy this way and didn’t involve the drama of explaining why I didn’t want anything more than a fling. Seriously, if you’ve not seen the movie ‘He’s just not that in to you' please do ,because it pretty much is spot on.
If I’m honest, most one night stands have been dreadful. You’re both drunk, you don’t get to know what each other enjoys and when you’ve gotten off, you just turn over and sleep. I guess the only bonus, no Tic Tacs needed because you just don’t care. After a fair few on- night stands, I began realising that it wasn’t the sex that I was enjoying, it was more the thrill of meeting a girl and the satisfaction of getting lucky with her. It was kind of like a game, and the more I won, the more confident I became.
I’m not going to talk passionately about those hookups as Whitney has previously because if I’m honest, I wouldn’t want to give them that much credit. I will though tell you of some of the funnier situations I’ve found myself in.
I was working one weekend at an airshow and had been out in the sun all day, flirting with the girls coming through the gates as I stood there in my camouflage uniform and sunglasses. That night, we decided to meet up with a few girls we’d met that day and went to some local bars. We got drunk and we all left with different girls. I agreed to stay at this girls place, but she’d forgotten her key. So, we walked to her parents' place where her mother was asleep. The girl began throwing stones at the window to wake her up, the dog started barking and the lights came on. I was met by her step dad, obviously not happy with the fact that he’d been woken up by his step-daughter who’d disrupted his sleep so she could get laid. Anyway, we got the keys and went back to her place and got down to the business. I’d ordered a taxi for 5am and it was getting late. No sooner had I gotten off, the taxi beeped its horn outside and I literally just got up, zipped up my pants, and I was out of there.
“Do I not get your number?” she asked.
“Yeah” I replied, as I walked out of there and jumped in the taxi and went back to base.
I arrived back to base, had a shower, put on my uniform, and went to breakfast where I filled in my friends on all that happened.
They liked it and as we all strolled down the runway at sunrise to meet everyone for another day of flirting and fun at the airshow, I was enjoying the fact that I didn’t have any commitments or relationship worries.
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Cayden wants to know what you REALLY want to hear about. Any stories you want to hear from his POV? Comment away!
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