Day 2 (posted on Day 3): I stared out yesterday afterwork planning to be good. I showered, changed, and went to the big Sawgrass Outlet Mall to do some Christmas shopping. And I stayed good there - only buying "work" panties (plain cotton whities that I wear under my work clothes) to replace the worn out ones, and a sweater at Banana Republic. Dinner was take-out from PF Changs, and the beer I drank while eating in my hotel room was a Santa's Butt porter. That's when trouble started. I had planned on just watching "Watchmen" last night and getting a good night's rest. The pint of beer with 8% ABV was just enough for me to start surfing the web while eating (and the panties I was wearing (and nothing else)) just added to my salacious thoughts. I watched a few porn vids and chatted with a few Yahoo chat friends. Then, just as I was ready to 'spill the beans', some malware started downloading on my laptop. So I spent the next 2 hours exorcising the demons. Kharma I guess.

Day 3 (today): Not much has gone right at work today. Maybe the afternoon will be more productive. It's been pouring down rain here too. I went out for lunch to a Cuban diner for take-out. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: "I'd like to order a choripan and a naranja to drink." (a Spanish sausage sandwich and a fresh-squeezed orange juice)
Cuban waitress : "Chicharron de pollo y dos naranja?" (marinated chicken chunks with rice & onions, a side of black beans, another side dish, and two orange juices)
Me: "No, una choripan and an oraange juice.
Her: "Una chicarron y dos naranja."
Me: "No." Me pointing to the menu at the choripan. "Una choripan."
Her: "Okay."

Ten minutes later I have an order of chicharron de pollo and I had to stop her from making the second orange juice. I thought about sending it back, but I had to get back to work. After eating about 1/2 a chicken and all of that rice, I'd have to say that was about the best chicken I've had in a very long time! I don't have room to eat the french fries and black beans. So maybe the afternoon will go better...

This week's trip - Day 1: A co-worker lent me the DVD "District 9". It's the science fictin movie about a group of aliens that come to Earth and are housed in slums in South Africa. Did you see it? The lead character reminds me of 'Michael Scott' from 'The Office'. It was an okay movie, a good rental. While I watched it I ate some sushi take-out and drank a Mad River Brewing Co. Steelhead Scotch sytle porter and a Lagunitas Brown Shugga' Ale. Both were very good. And I did all of this in my panties.

Treacle over at Stockings Addict Lingerie Blog is having a Christmas contest for a Kiss Me Deadly waist cincher. Go check it out!!

To continue my thoughts from the last post, the kicker for me is being alone while on these trips - something I hate. The appeal of the Internet is the easy way of connecting with others, and that then makes the idea of meeting people IRL even more tempting. Conversely, I like being around people, but hanging out with folks from work is the last thing I want to do on these trips. I'm not looking forward to January when one of my co-workers will be going with me for at least one of the trips.

So the trip for next week is booked, only four days instead of five. What's on the after work agenda? Running two or maybe three of the nights for sure. I do have some Christmas shopping to do, so I should plan a trip to the outlet mall. There is also a Jai Alai arena there. I've seen the sign while going to the airport and thought about going to see a match. And I've never driven through Ft. Lauderdale or Miami, so that could be something to do. There's a Blockbuster nearby, so there's renting a movie or two.

Might be making another trip next week for a couple of days - just tentative at this time. If I do go, I need to plan my time better. Last week I kind of let my lust guide my after-work activities. Sure, I ran two nights (and haven't' had a chance since then). But I want to do more that just run and hang out on the Internet all night. I can't make going to that Starbucks a too-frequent event - there's more to life than being "that weird guy." I wish there was some sort of fetish group that met there so I could be just one of many weird people.

Over the months I've been chatting with another crossdresser that lives very close to the hotel at which I stay. We've never met IRL, and I'm not sure he's seen any of the pictures I've posted here or at my FetLife profile. The small pictures I've seen of her are very nice - she makes a much better CD than me! We were supposed to meet last week while I was out on a run and shw was walking her dogs, but our paths didn't cross as I was looking for the wrong person. Anyway, we toyed about going to one of the adult stores or to one of the CD/TV nightclubs in the area. Part of me wants to, part of me doesn't. I mean, she's so much better looking than me in girl mode that I'd feel awkward as I'm not passable. And the thought of being with her at either of our places is kind of uncomfortable as I've never been alone with another CD before. Not to say that anything sexual would be on the agenda. I'd be more comfortable if there were another CD/TV or (even better and especially) a woman.

I've also been chatting with a M/F couple from FetLife. He's a Dom and she's his sub, and they were looking for someone to dominate by phone. After a few weeks of e-mails as Yahoo chats, we did speak by phone last week. They certainly fit my bill for compatiblity. I told them that if we were ever to meet, I'd be subservant to both of them, and I'd do anything to serve Her like a princess. So far it's been fun to play like this. Not sure if anything IRL will have the chance to happen.

Hmm, I've seemed to have lost a Follower, but I can't remember who.

Day 3. Here's the sports bra I bought for tonight's run.I first planned to wear this shirt on top of it, but the bra isn't very visible.

So I changed into this white shirt. A bit better.

And after the run - very visible. I know that at least one girl saw the bra when I ran past her and her boyfriend.

As you can see here, the color ran from my sweat.

And now I'm in these shorts.

Stripes

The socks are from American Apparel. They are so much better than the ones from Target.

How was your Thanksgiving? I ran a Turkey Trot 5K and came within 8 seconds of my personal record for that length. Next 5K I'll try to break it. Not much other news from the weekend.

Florida trip Day 1: I arrived at the airport earlier than usual due to the availability of my ride to the train station. I checked in and found that the airline rescheduled me to an earlier flight. Great! There was a slight delay getting on the plane, but it wasn't until everyone was on that they announced that, due to a change in the aircraft's original destination, they needed to unload some of the fuel. So we sat there for 1-1/2 hours. All in all, this "earlier" flight was only 20 minutes earlier than my original flight.

Tonight after work I ran a few miles with a bra under my shirt. It was visible in the light, but not in the dark that I ran in. I don't think anyone saw me. Tomorrow I'm planning to go to a sporting goods store to get a jogging bra and tank top. After showering I put on my black & white outfit - black stockings, black bra, white panties, white blouse, black pants - and went to buy a new pair of heels and then to the adult store. I wish they had a better selection of shoes. At the adult store I watched a movie in the arcade, something along the lines of a mother-daughter swap among friends. Later I went to a Starbucks for some coffee - and got a few good looks from a table of four girls and a table of an older couple. Now I'm having some 'me' time at the hotel room.

I know I haven't posted in a while, and the posts have been few and far between. I've spent more time commenting on others' blogs, and I was without Internet access for most of last week. I will try to post more. Separating my blog entries from my Facebook posts is another reason for the lack of posts. I'd post more here, but if someone were to stumble upon duplicate posts/pictures, my cover would be blown.

In a round-about way I'll just say that I've been an active runner in the last few months running longer races. And I won another award for one of my homebrews.

And my hopes for having some fun during my next trip to Florida may be hindered by a co-worker that wants to go there with me to do some other work at the plant. Up to today I was really looking forward to mixing crossdressing and running, taking some candid pictures, and just have some good 'ol naughty fun. Hopefully his wife will have to go out of town that week and he'll have to stay here.

Jamielin's post about crossdressing and running is very inspiring to me. He posted about a recent run where he wore a sports bra under his running shirt, pink anklet socks, and panties under running shorts. Earlier this year I went running a few times wearing a women's tank top and anklet socks. The top actually felt a lot better than most of the men's shirts I've worn. I wasn't more daring than that as I was running in the evening sun of the middle of the summer. Now that the days are much shorter, I think I should be able to be more daring under the cover of night.


I do have another business trip to Florida sometime before the year's end, so I'll plan a run wearing a sports bra under a running shirt, or maybe even getting a shimmel (a tank top with a built-in bra), anklet socks, and maybe I'll be able to find a pink pair of running shorts (or a running skort or skirt). And either before or after the run I'd have to go somewhere to buy some water and to see who notices my outfit. The hardest part about running in such an outfit would be, well, getting hard. A tight pair of panties under the shorts might help, or not, or just make it better!

Just thinking about this is making me very horny.

Contest: Gender Carnival!

I saw this over at Heartbreak Nymphomania. Go over to her blog and post your answer to the question "What does gender mean to YOU?" She's giving away some great adult toys (see her blog for complete details).

My answer: That’s a deep question. For me gender is more about the mind than the physical aspects of sex. I mean, the one who has the penis is the males sex, and the vagina the female sex (almost always). Gender is more about what that person thinks of themself. Does the person think themself a male or female, or some combination of both? Gender is also how they want to project themselves to others. Do they take on the stereotypical traits of the male or the female, or a combination? As a crossdresser, I’m male and I like to wear women’s clothes and shave my body hair to be more feminine. I take on some of the traits of women, but I’m obviously a man.

Wikipedia has a pretty good entry on it.

The weekend:

1. A week ago I bought a new TV, an HDTV, and this past weekend I picked up the HD cable box from the cable service. It took me most of Saturday and Sunday afternoon to connect the cable box, the VCR/DVD player, the TV, and the stereo together. The arrangement is not perfect, but it'll do for now. I can watch the HD channels, listen to CDs using the DVD player (I ran out of room for the stand-alone CD player), and listen to the TV through the stereo. The crutch in all this is the VCR/DVD player. I know, who still uses a VCR? (The same guy that still has about 60 music cassettes.) Since it's a combo device using just one set of cables doesn't do much good. In the perfect arrangement I'd have component cables from the DVD output to the TV, as well as the co-axial cable from the VCR output to the TV, and DVD audio output to the stereo. I just need more cables. I think if I use a DVI cable to connect the cable box to the TV and use the component cables on the DVD player I should be set. ramble, ramble, ramble... Anybody know if a DVI cable is better than component cables?

2. Not that there was much else to do. A pair of Nor'easters came up the coast Thursday and soaked the region with rain until Sunday morning. I did get a run in Sunday morning. That felt good as I didn't have time to run all week. I'll be running a 10K this coming weekend and I need to be in good form for it. The cute girl I usually run with won't be there.

3. A neighbor called to ask for some moving help Sunday afternoon. I sat around messing with the cables while I waited for him to call me back, but he never did.

4. Sex was on the menu Saturday morning! We had a good roll in the hay as they say. Just wish we have more time for it. I like having sex when I wake up in the morning, but she prefers it after showering. It's just too darn comfy in the bed for me to get out for all of that!

5. My sister called to say that they had some of the homebrew I gave them, but she couldn't tell me which one they drank, the bourbon barrel porter or the amber ale. Was it dark like coffee or lighter like iced tea? Did it taste like bourbon or more like regular beer? Nope, she couldn't remember what they drank. Oh well. I will be entering both into an upcoming competition later this month.

Here's some eye candy.

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Two posts in one day! As you ma=y have noticed I haven't been traveling since early September. This has been a good thing as it has allowed me to catch up on a lot of stuff that was getting put off due to traveling. At first this was great - I was tired of the constant back-and-forth, cramped flights, not sleeping in my own bed, etc. The up side was that I was accustomed to having lots of time to dress up in my girly clothes, go out for some fun in them, spend (probably too much) time masturbating and surfing the Interweb for porn and chats after work every night. Now I'm getting a bit antsy. I'm horny all the time, and it seems that in the last 6 weeks either 'Aunt Flow' has been at our house or one or both of us has some sort of cold. I'm starting to miss all the 'me' time I had.

No, I wouldn't want to trade this life for that. I just need a little bit of it. I want some time to go shopping for some new girl-clothes, to dress up, to edge for a long while.

Minimalist Meme

As taken from Leesa's blog

The rules: (1) You Can Only Use One Word; and (2) Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers.

1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket
2. Your hair? Short
3. Your mother? Forgets
4. Your father? Deaf
5. Your favorite food? Chocolate
6. Your dream last night? Cloudy
7. Your favorite drink? Homebrew
8. Your dream/goal? Homebrew
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Running
11. Your fear? Carnies
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Elsewhere
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren't? Doctor
15. Muffins? Corn
16. Wish list item? Porsche
17. Where did you grow up? Ohio
18. Last thing you did? Type
19. What are you wearing? Panties
20. Your TV? HD
21. Your pets? Fish
22. Friends? Reunion
23. Your life? Water
24. Your mood? Content
25. Missing someone? Joan
26. Vehicle? Honda
27. Something you're not wearing? Sweater
28. Your favorite store? Apple
29. Your favorite color? Red
30. When was the last time you laughed? Yesterday
31. Last time you cried? Yesterday
32. Your best friend?
33. One place that I go to over and over? Running
34. One person who emails me regularly? John
35. Favorite place to eat? Brewpub

I pass this along to the first six people who care to. Just let me know you did.

No, I'm not dead. I was outside the Interweb for most of last week. Hope to post something interesting this week.

I missed Dita's birthday too. Pictures at the link.

The shoe phone for the fashionable.

Who were you in a past life?

I saw this over at The Eternal List and thought it'd be fun to try. Here's my past life:

Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Mexico around the year 725. Your profession was that of a builder of houses, temples and cathedrals.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life: You had the mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Your environment often misunderstood you, but respected your knowledge.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Magic is everywhere around you, even in the most usual, most ordinary situations. Your lesson is to understand this magic and to help other people to see it, too. You are a magician!

Do you remember now?

So I was a female way back in 725? Maybe that's why I crossdress now. I wonder what women wore back then? Surely they did not have stockings! A builder - yes, I do like to build things. I am an engineer. Magician? Maybe not in the dictionary term. I do agree with the lesson of helping others to see things.