All about me...
So, it's finally my day! Goddess, that snitty Tina has kept me under lock and key for the last month. Who does she think she is, the woman in charge?
Anyway, enough about her. Today is about me. Okay, we might talk about you too, but mainly I want to talk about my two favorite subjects.
Me & Men
I know nothing I have to say today will shock you as you are all still recovering from the Zodiac Sex of the Month the funny Michelle Hoppe instructed you with yesterday. As a Siren, I'm happy to say I've done and tried all, and yes, even the Taurus one. Boy, was that bull hung! Man, of course, get it...Bull...Taurus? Okay, I see you're still recovering.
I'm a night Siren so I'll be getting my beauty sleep in the morning, but will join you later to chat a bit more with you lovely ladies.
In the mean time, enjoy the eye candy (captured these fellas myself).
A contest? Of course there's a contest!
I want to know the time YOU acted the Siren.
Who was that one boy you reeled in, with your voice, body, batting eyelashes?
Where were you?
Were you successful?
Don't need too many details on that one now. ;)
Was he a keeper?
One lucky winner tomorrow will get a Amazon.com gift certificate for $10!
*YAWN*
Okay, off to keep these scales bright and shiney!
Silver
SExed by Anonymous at 12:24 AM
13 Comments:
Good morning Silver,
We'll need to give Tina a great big hug for getting you here with your men. Can't wait for more eye candy.
As for your delightful questions, wow did this one bring back memories:
"Who was that one boy you reeled in, with your voice, body, batting eyelashes?"
His name was Mario...Italian stud! I was a senior in high school and he was a younger man, omg, he was a Junior, but Italian, remember dark skin, tall, sexy, yep he was a stud.
The drama club was doing the ever popular Hello Dolly and I was the House Manager. Mario was a set builder. We oft times shared the theater in the afternoon.
Usually it was just the two of us. Him with his hammer, me with the tickets, money, accounting books.
Hmmmm could he hammer, but that's a different story.
It took a few hours of flirting, one hell-o-damn short mini skirt and a few battered eyelashes, but OY's was he worth the effort.
Sadly, our romance burned hot and fast. It lasted 22 days and 23 nights ~smiles~.
Thanks Silver, for the walk down memory lane ~smiles~. I haven't thought of Mario in years.
Michelle Hoppe
www.michellehoppe.com
He's a much older man from Taiwan. We were introduced by my colleagues at my job. It happened during a late night stroll in a park and I was successful. The romance lasted several months before it burned out.
Thanks for the eye candy, Silver. I can't answer your questions. I am SO not a siren.
Nessie
Siren, me? Ah, no.
The most successful I've ever been with a man is with my hubby. Not sure my 18-yr-old self in the 7:30 a.m. German class was sexy. I was struggling too hard to stay awake and keep up in a third year conversational German class. Since my DH-to-be was the only other Freshman in the class, we got together for survival purposes. Whatever the reason, it must have worked, because here we are 35 years later and still together.
Hell, maybe I was a Siren and never knew it? I know he didn't marry me for my German language abilities. Wink-wink.
Rae Morgan
P.S. Great eye candy.
I was an accidental siren once...:) I was at the airport waiting for a flight. I opened my laptop and turned on some music, low of course so not to bother the people around me. I was sitting there, minding my own business and lip syncing to Rob Thomas's Smooth while working on edits, when I happened to look up and see this guy sitting across from me.
He was cute, dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders beneath his suit and tie. He had his elbow leaning on the armrest, his chin resting on his bent fingers. He had this adorable amused grin on his face as he stared at my totally embarrassed self...LOL.
He flirted for a while and I hated that I had to tell him I was married. (sigh) Why is it we always get all the attention when we're taken and can't act on it???
Trista
"Who was that one boy you reeled in, with your voice, body, batting eyelashes?"
When I was young, thin and virginal I had merely to sit at a table in a restaurant to attract men by the dozens. Let's see...I was at my best at age 19. I had a waitress bring me a note from another diner that read, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I had a truck driver roll down his window in a traffic jam and shout at me (a passenger in my mother's car) "You are gorgeous!" I had a CRAZY SICK F*CK WACKO-ZOID stalk me at a dance club. He'd been watching me for some time. He could tell me everything I'd worn for several weeks, the names of my friends, my cat, what street I lived on. He tried to hurt me. I had the bouncers take care of him. I once had three men phone me and ask me for a date within the time span of an hour, and I had two dates for my 20th birthday.
I didn't bat an eyelash or try to reel a one of them in. I was just a fresh young thing with big black eyes and they swarmed me. None of them were keepers, either.
Looking back, at 18, while traveling around Iceland all alone--me with my dark Egyptian features in a country of all blondes--I should have maybe taken up with one of the fabulous young men that wanted me to get viking with them...but I didn't. Oooo....there's a regret and fantasy in that one!
I've really only reeled one man in. I wanted him BADLY. DESPERATELY. I looked at him and KNEW he was my mate from the infinite past and that we were supposed to spend all eternity together. I used much more than my eyelashes to reel this puppy in. I chanted my a** off to understand the nature of my feelings for him, and one day...we came together and never parted. We've been married 15.5 years.
I bat my eyelashes at him!
Would you look at me? Do I even remotely LOOK like a siren. LOLLOL. Er, no.
I have no siren reports. None.
And I sure as heck can't beat Michelle in the siren dept.
I suck at being coy and batting anything, let alone my eyelashes. OY. Now that I totally feel inept--I think I'm going to go buy some more mascara.
Maybe that will help the siren that could be me. LOLLOL
Dakota :)
Morning all! Oh this is hard. I don't think at all I was a Siren but I knew the one when he was the one for me. It was college and saw him often on the campus, it was small being one for the deaf. Me, I was shy, and I did more to join in on his chats with friends in a group to be 'noticed' and did it often, LOL. And one day the group got smaller and smaller while others left and finally it was just him and I. So we started walking and talking and spent the night talking! We started to meet up daily but by day 5, I couldn't let him go. Its been a wonderful 22 years so far.
Cathie
I never once gave my mother any reason to worry. Even when I went to Iceland, and had the chance to do the deed with a lovely Nordic male in the back of a bus, I turned him down. Mother was pleased I returned from my month-long solo excursion with my virginity intact.
Man, I look back at those phenom late teen years of mine with fondness. I'll never look that way again! It's a good thing my husband worships me because I'm old and fat now!
I'm briefly thinking about how nice it would have been to know a "Mario" in high school...Ciao bella!
Picture it..skin tight blue jeans and t-shirt, 3 inch spike boots, hair done, make-up...well you get the picture...in the local bar and a guy slightly older than myself is introduced to me. Sitting chatting running my foot up and down his leg..hint hint. Well that was 17 years ago and we have been married 15 years so yeah I guess he's a keeper
I would have to say I felt most like a siren in my mid twenties. I was happy with my career, friends, and family. I really did not care whether I met a guy or not. Of course, that was when men seemed to be crawling out of the woodwork lol! I truly believe if you feel confident and attractive, others are drawn to that. At least, that was how it worked for me. My Siren call beckoned forth my husband at age 26 lol. I'm not too sure that I still qualify as a siren. But my husband still seems to think so. This mortal woman can live with that!
Somehow or another I missed the siren gene *sigh* such is my lot in life.
I felt like a siren most when I was 23. The man I wanted was a co-worker and very hot. I was successful in relling him in but he was not a keeper.
Soha
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