Yes, I showed them to her. She appreciated my honesty but took a dim view of my former trainee’s explanation (“I just thought you might be interested in my photography”). I used to receive an occasional e-mail from her after that detailing her extra marital exploits (“My husband’s in jail and I get horny so… why not?”). In the interest of disclosure I’d tell my wife I’d received another e-mail, she’d want to read it, read it, then get angry at the contents (not angry at me, at my former trainee). Thankfully I haven’t received any e-mails from her for years now.
To you it’s bad flirting. To me, it’s a song in the making.
My man’s in jail and me so horny, why not?
In my pants is a tail and me so horny, why not?
He’s doing a nickel, so slip me a pickel, I’m hot.
Till he’s up for parole, I’m all for a roll, why not?
Yep, I received some nude photos from an ex once. In her case, I don’t think it’s A, B or C, since we parted on very good terms and she happens to be a fairly well-adjusted polyamorous exhibitionist. For her, it was just sharing with a friend. She also creates some rather erotic artwork, which she then sends as postcards.
I show them to my wife, mainly because there’s nothing going on between me and the ex and so there’s nothing to hide from my wife, but also because if I were to hide them, my hiding them would be far more suspicious than a bunch of postcards of naked Minoan bull dancers would ever be. My wife’s main reaction nowadays is just to roll her eyes and ask how ex is doing.
Didn’t faint. In case you ain’t keeping up, today was my birthday. I am rather inebriated right now. I promise to check the pics first thing tomorrow. That I got through this post with no apparent spelling errors is startling.
Besides, you DON’T want me rating women after a case (+5) of the Lager.
Good lord…I was sitting here cackling at this comment until I realized I was cackling at a comment you didn’t make. I THOUGHT it said “Email them to MY mother”, which in my head is strangely funny.
BTW. I send amateur pics to my ex. Mostly to say…HEY LOOK AT ME!!!
Hah-- Happy birthday, Happy Scrappy Hero Pup! (It’s still on, this far west.)
Dear god, I hope you don’t have anything like a hangover in the morning. Given the choice of having a buzz on when looking at dubious nekkid pics, or waiting until the morning after… I don’t know if you made the right call, there.
Guin, the prevailing conditions were mildly eccentric, with periods of “crazier than an outhouse rat.”
(That is not intended as an obliquely asinine PMS dig, if you’re wondering.)
Arachnidlove, Darlin’, I’m willing to save you a bunch of time and some heartache! We’ll just skip all that getting to know each other, And the amount of time it would take you to figure out what a problem I am, we can even skip that nasty 'breaking up" part … the fights, the yelling, the restraining orders, the contracts with the mob … and so forth … We can go Directly to the "I send amateur pics to Wyatt. Mostly to say “Hey Look At Me!” … I Promise I’ll look!! I’ll Look!!! I’ll even wish we never broke up, if you like!
Ok? Ok. See, what a Great timesaver of a solution!
All right, if you Must, you may come over and sleep with me once … that’s Once … before you declare me a photo worthy ‘ex.’ … but just Once, I have my Limits! … well, ok, twice if you must … but that’s it … really … and NO ripping my head off, spider style … before, during OR After!!)
Oh, and as to the OP … me thinks this lady Does like you, and Does wish you two could be a relationship, and Does think there are too many things in the way, right now …
and were it me … I’d make happly friend chatty phone calls to her for a couple weeks, about how’s new job going, how’s new place coming … then in a couple-three weeks or so, I’d sorta ask her if she’d mind if I invited myself to come see her new place … for a weekend … gonna sleep on the couch and all … love to see her new school and tour around a bit, for a weekend … and I’d make it sound So Much like friends … and stuff, that it would just seem like the most obvious thing in the world to say, “Sure, come on down” … and go!