Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Tiger admits to transgressions can trust be rebuilt - Jaimee Grubbs fame seeker or scorned lover -
Tiger admitted to transgressions with VH-1's Tool Academy reality contestant Jaimee Grubbs. While he didn't go into details, he admitted he let his family down. This came out after US Weekly Magazine story from source Jaimee Grubbs claims that he was having an affair with her.
The simple fact is that men and women cheat... the main reason people cheat is because they are searching for something missing in their relationship. If someone is happy they wouldn't stray. But it is not always the cheater or the cheatee's (one being cheated on) fault. Many times it is because communication is not strong in the relationship. That falls on everyone in the relationship.
We cannot venture a guess as to why Tiger Woods' would have 'transgressed' in his relationship with wife Elin Nordegren. The truth is that no one but the people in that relationship has any insight as to what goes on behind closed doors. Tiger and Elin are doing the right thing by attempting to deal with his 'transgressions' in the privacy of their own home(which is what Woods has been trying to do from the start). Woods has always been a private man, but affairs or transgressions (no matter how messy or true they are) are dealt with better without public humiliation being added to the dirty water running under the bridge.
What we do know is that Tiger Woods' will have to rebuild trust with his wife Elin if they decide to work through this (let's face it - age old) problem. Rebuilding trust takes time and work and many experts will tell you that once broken you can never really have complete trust again. But many people (in and out of the public eye) have made their relationships work after trust was broken. Only time will tell if the Woods' family will do the same.
Jaimee Grubbs told US Weekly magazine, that she has had 20 sexual encounters with Tiger Woods and these encounters happened over almost three years. Three words; pot, kettle, black. Grubb's small brush with fame was from VH-1's hit 'Tool Academy' where she drug her boyfriend into the show because he was a 'tool'. The boyfriend was expelled because he was seeing another woman behind Jaimee's back... (sound familiar?)
There are two sad peices to this story. Tiger and his family problems in response to his 'transgressions', and Jaimee Grubbs. According to Access Hollywood yesterday, Grubbs was okay with the alleged affair as long as she knew she was the only one. She knew Woods' would not leave his wife but that was a-ok. But when Grubb's heard about the other, other woman Rachel Uchitel (who still denies the affair rumors) she told all to US Weekly Magazine. She also turned over voicemail recording and text messages.
You have heard the interviews and read the stories, do you think Jaimee Grubbs is seeking fame by using this alleged affair? I am reminded recently of another individual (Levi Johnston) that has been using the media and his connection to an already famous person to gain fame himself. Is this the case with Jaimee Grubbs?
Or is she retaliating because she is upset over the alleged other, other woman Rachel Uchitel? And is either reason, good enough to use what you have to wreck another relationship or person's life? It's too late for the moral high ground for either party, that option ended when they both crossed the line into transgression territory, but doing the right thing would have been to deal with this VERY personal matter privately. Perhaps grubbs could have met with Elin alone (out of the public eye) and told her what had happened. Perhaps she could have waited to the phone call that was mentioned on the voicemail. Perhaps... but either way the story is out and we are reminded of the fact that all of us (even those we thought were untouchable) are human and make mistakes.
Levi Johnston poses for Playgirl...sigh... another person seeking 15 minutes of fame
Rachel Uchitel denies affair rumors
Check out Michele's view on this highly public matter... Tiger Transgresses...
Sources:
Associated Press
US Weekly Magazine
The simple fact is that men and women cheat... the main reason people cheat is because they are searching for something missing in their relationship. If someone is happy they wouldn't stray. But it is not always the cheater or the cheatee's (one being cheated on) fault. Many times it is because communication is not strong in the relationship. That falls on everyone in the relationship.
We cannot venture a guess as to why Tiger Woods' would have 'transgressed' in his relationship with wife Elin Nordegren. The truth is that no one but the people in that relationship has any insight as to what goes on behind closed doors. Tiger and Elin are doing the right thing by attempting to deal with his 'transgressions' in the privacy of their own home(which is what Woods has been trying to do from the start). Woods has always been a private man, but affairs or transgressions (no matter how messy or true they are) are dealt with better without public humiliation being added to the dirty water running under the bridge.
What we do know is that Tiger Woods' will have to rebuild trust with his wife Elin if they decide to work through this (let's face it - age old) problem. Rebuilding trust takes time and work and many experts will tell you that once broken you can never really have complete trust again. But many people (in and out of the public eye) have made their relationships work after trust was broken. Only time will tell if the Woods' family will do the same.
Jaimee Grubbs told US Weekly magazine, that she has had 20 sexual encounters with Tiger Woods and these encounters happened over almost three years. Three words; pot, kettle, black. Grubb's small brush with fame was from VH-1's hit 'Tool Academy' where she drug her boyfriend into the show because he was a 'tool'. The boyfriend was expelled because he was seeing another woman behind Jaimee's back... (sound familiar?)
There are two sad peices to this story. Tiger and his family problems in response to his 'transgressions', and Jaimee Grubbs. According to Access Hollywood yesterday, Grubbs was okay with the alleged affair as long as she knew she was the only one. She knew Woods' would not leave his wife but that was a-ok. But when Grubb's heard about the other, other woman Rachel Uchitel (who still denies the affair rumors) she told all to US Weekly Magazine. She also turned over voicemail recording and text messages.
You have heard the interviews and read the stories, do you think Jaimee Grubbs is seeking fame by using this alleged affair? I am reminded recently of another individual (Levi Johnston) that has been using the media and his connection to an already famous person to gain fame himself. Is this the case with Jaimee Grubbs?
Or is she retaliating because she is upset over the alleged other, other woman Rachel Uchitel? And is either reason, good enough to use what you have to wreck another relationship or person's life? It's too late for the moral high ground for either party, that option ended when they both crossed the line into transgression territory, but doing the right thing would have been to deal with this VERY personal matter privately. Perhaps grubbs could have met with Elin alone (out of the public eye) and told her what had happened. Perhaps she could have waited to the phone call that was mentioned on the voicemail. Perhaps... but either way the story is out and we are reminded of the fact that all of us (even those we thought were untouchable) are human and make mistakes.
Levi Johnston poses for Playgirl...sigh... another person seeking 15 minutes of fame
Rachel Uchitel denies affair rumors
Check out Michele's view on this highly public matter... Tiger Transgresses...
Sources:
Associated Press
US Weekly Magazine
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sexy Ass Obsessions
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Are you obsessed with a sexy ass? Well our friend Michele over at OnePissedWetCat says you are not alone...
For many, attraction is all about the booty! Men love a juicy rump on a gal, and women rank men's butts up there in the top five list of attributes they look for. There's something sexy about a well rounded ass, no doubt about it.
Men like women's asses the same way they like their steak, THICK! Read More:
And don't forget to get your entry in for the 'Name That Penis' competition on OnePissedWetCat blog
Are you obsessed with a sexy ass? Well our friend Michele over at OnePissedWetCat says you are not alone...
For many, attraction is all about the booty! Men love a juicy rump on a gal, and women rank men's butts up there in the top five list of attributes they look for. There's something sexy about a well rounded ass, no doubt about it.
Men like women's asses the same way they like their steak, THICK! Read More:
And don't forget to get your entry in for the 'Name That Penis' competition on OnePissedWetCat blog
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Diary of the reluctant call girl
I didn't pick my career. I kind of fell into it. Even if the job would have fit my personality I have always thought that I was of average looks and most call girls are remarkably beautiful. But perhaps that is why I have been so successful.
I was raised in a fairly secluded family. My home town had one stop light, a church, elementary school, and post office. Population 97 people, eight of them were in my immediate family. I was excited to move to the big city of Dallas, Texas. But unfortunately, I was painfully unprepared. It wasn't one thing that made me fall into this line of work. But there was one event that started the domino effect. Once I started down that path all the pieces fell into place very quickly.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was signing up for college, excited about the new life I was embarking on. I had studied hard, stayed away from the boys, and was now reaping my rewards. Most people would call me a geek, and I don't blame them... I purposely try to look the part so I can become invisible. The more invisible I am the more time I have to bury myself into my books and studies.
Since I was five years old I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to study infection diseases and maybe even cure the deadly Ebola virus someday. That is another story all together. Now I couldn't hold back my excitement as I finished enrolling in college and started on that journey. If some of my clients could see me back then.
But the story is how I became a reluctant yet successful call girl, not a scientist. So I finished the paperwork and left the building. I tripped on one of the steps and broke my heel. That's what I get for wearing heels... I am genetically clumsy. I limped my way to the fountain ledge and examined the damaged heel. There was no way I was going to walk in it back to the dorm, I would break more than a heel if I tried. As I sat there and contemplated whether I would walk barefoot back or limp back with only one shoe, I became aware of a man watching me. He sat next to me and smiled. That was it, for the first time in my 18 years I had a crush. It was such an odd feeling.
"I see you have a problem." he smiled as he took my shoe from my hand. Butterflies went nuts in my stomach at his touch. Oddly I was barely aware of what he was doing or saying. I knew he was talking because his mouth was moving but I was off in some fantasy where he asked me out and I said yes.
I broke the spell when he broke the heel of my shoe off. "What have you done?" I reached for the completely broken shoe and he reached for my other foot. His fingers lingered on my ankle as his other hand gently pulled the black pump I bought from a thrift store off my foot.
"Are you ticklish?" what a strange question. I shook my head out of confusion but started laughing nervously as he tickled my feet. Apparently I was extremely ticklish. My bare foot landed in the fountain water and the coolness helped me gain some bearing.
"No. I mean yes... I guess." I reached for my undamaged shoe and he pulled back.
His free hand was still on my foot. His fingers ran up and down the arch of my foot. "You have a nice arch."
"Huh?" yes I really was that awkward back then.
"Your foot is adorable." His touch made me hot. I felt intense feelings start in my body's center and my nipples grew hard from the breeze. He was doing remarkable things to my body with barely a touch. I had no experience with men, an eighteen year old virgin... yes they do exist. But I was not a stranger to sex. My own parents talked to me about the birds and the bees and to make sure I had a thorough education they played a pornographic movie for me as a visual. Having my body awakened I learned ways to please myself without needing a man in the room.
But the depth of the feelings he was sparking in me were far better than me touching myself. I knew this was what I had worked so hard to avoid. I watched so many women give up their career goals for a man they loved and regret it as they grew older and their dreams became less attainable. That was not going to be me.
He slammed the heel onto the stone fountain ledge and it broke with ease. It was enough to break his spell. I pulled my foot away and inched away from him. "What the hell are you doing?" I grabbed the shoe he wasn't destroying and slammed it onto my foot. Then picked up my papers pushed my black cat glasses up my nose and waited patiently as he finished breaking off the heel.
He smiled as he handed it to me. "Now you should not have a problem getting home. My name is Mark and you are?"
"None of your business." I gave him my best glare and used the books and papers to cover my nipples that I knew were peeking through the light cashmere sweater I was wearing and managed to get my shoe on my foot.
Without a backwards glance I high tailed it back to my dorm and as far away from the handsome man named Mark as I could get. He didn't follow me. I knew then that college life was going to be different and I needed to find a way to keep my mind off of falling for the next chivalrous guy that tried to walk into my life. I didn't know it than but that was the moment I started down the path of becoming a call girl. My roommate was going to be the next building block needed to push me down that path.
Copywright 2009@JamiWright
I was raised in a fairly secluded family. My home town had one stop light, a church, elementary school, and post office. Population 97 people, eight of them were in my immediate family. I was excited to move to the big city of Dallas, Texas. But unfortunately, I was painfully unprepared. It wasn't one thing that made me fall into this line of work. But there was one event that started the domino effect. Once I started down that path all the pieces fell into place very quickly.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was signing up for college, excited about the new life I was embarking on. I had studied hard, stayed away from the boys, and was now reaping my rewards. Most people would call me a geek, and I don't blame them... I purposely try to look the part so I can become invisible. The more invisible I am the more time I have to bury myself into my books and studies.
Since I was five years old I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to study infection diseases and maybe even cure the deadly Ebola virus someday. That is another story all together. Now I couldn't hold back my excitement as I finished enrolling in college and started on that journey. If some of my clients could see me back then.
But the story is how I became a reluctant yet successful call girl, not a scientist. So I finished the paperwork and left the building. I tripped on one of the steps and broke my heel. That's what I get for wearing heels... I am genetically clumsy. I limped my way to the fountain ledge and examined the damaged heel. There was no way I was going to walk in it back to the dorm, I would break more than a heel if I tried. As I sat there and contemplated whether I would walk barefoot back or limp back with only one shoe, I became aware of a man watching me. He sat next to me and smiled. That was it, for the first time in my 18 years I had a crush. It was such an odd feeling.
"I see you have a problem." he smiled as he took my shoe from my hand. Butterflies went nuts in my stomach at his touch. Oddly I was barely aware of what he was doing or saying. I knew he was talking because his mouth was moving but I was off in some fantasy where he asked me out and I said yes.
I broke the spell when he broke the heel of my shoe off. "What have you done?" I reached for the completely broken shoe and he reached for my other foot. His fingers lingered on my ankle as his other hand gently pulled the black pump I bought from a thrift store off my foot.
"Are you ticklish?" what a strange question. I shook my head out of confusion but started laughing nervously as he tickled my feet. Apparently I was extremely ticklish. My bare foot landed in the fountain water and the coolness helped me gain some bearing.
"No. I mean yes... I guess." I reached for my undamaged shoe and he pulled back.
His free hand was still on my foot. His fingers ran up and down the arch of my foot. "You have a nice arch."
"Huh?" yes I really was that awkward back then.
"Your foot is adorable." His touch made me hot. I felt intense feelings start in my body's center and my nipples grew hard from the breeze. He was doing remarkable things to my body with barely a touch. I had no experience with men, an eighteen year old virgin... yes they do exist. But I was not a stranger to sex. My own parents talked to me about the birds and the bees and to make sure I had a thorough education they played a pornographic movie for me as a visual. Having my body awakened I learned ways to please myself without needing a man in the room.
But the depth of the feelings he was sparking in me were far better than me touching myself. I knew this was what I had worked so hard to avoid. I watched so many women give up their career goals for a man they loved and regret it as they grew older and their dreams became less attainable. That was not going to be me.
He slammed the heel onto the stone fountain ledge and it broke with ease. It was enough to break his spell. I pulled my foot away and inched away from him. "What the hell are you doing?" I grabbed the shoe he wasn't destroying and slammed it onto my foot. Then picked up my papers pushed my black cat glasses up my nose and waited patiently as he finished breaking off the heel.
He smiled as he handed it to me. "Now you should not have a problem getting home. My name is Mark and you are?"
"None of your business." I gave him my best glare and used the books and papers to cover my nipples that I knew were peeking through the light cashmere sweater I was wearing and managed to get my shoe on my foot.
Without a backwards glance I high tailed it back to my dorm and as far away from the handsome man named Mark as I could get. He didn't follow me. I knew then that college life was going to be different and I needed to find a way to keep my mind off of falling for the next chivalrous guy that tried to walk into my life. I didn't know it than but that was the moment I started down the path of becoming a call girl. My roommate was going to be the next building block needed to push me down that path.
Copywright 2009@JamiWright
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