Manitoba.....

Normally I do not talk about my sex life on here. It just seems like it nobody's business.... but this story is just too good.... So I am driving, somewhere on the eighth hour behind the wheel, listening to bad country, it is getting dark. Decide to pull over for the night, find a motel, ask the guy behind the counter.... "Any places open that might still serve some dinner?" He mentions that there is a bar up the road, "Not sure if they have food after 9pm, though." Walk into the place and it is full of Jersey kids. Kensington State College and Horse farms... not sure what that was all about. Made some quick friends. As the place was closing up, some locals asked if I wanted to come back to their place to continue the party. I could crash on the couch.... Figure what the hell? Not working for a few more days..

.. Oh Hot tubs. So everyone is eventually naked. Stayed up until 6am with this Irish looking guy, just talking and watching the sun come up. Crashed on the couch as mentioned, woke up to this pretty half naked man named Jason asking me if I wanted to sleep in his bedroom... woke up with him all cuddled up around me. And I kissed him, he kissed me back and then he took the day off from work..... Sober, wonderful, so unexpected. It felt much less like a one-night stand and much more like a passionate relationship for a day. He made breakfast and we hung out in bed till the afternoon.... Jason is exactly the type of guy that I normally date. Leaving was hard for both of us ... Friggin Manitoba.... You find a guy you like, and they live in another country.... 

I am sure it is all psychological but driving back east makes me sad - Driving west is driving towards the sunshine.

.....Now I am in Fargo, North Dakota. And WOW... Those US Customs guys are harsh.... they ripped (literally ripped) my car apart. In Canada they just ruffled through my things, in the US - they put in me a waiting room while I watched them tear though my stuff. They did not put my clothes back in my suitcases, they emptied out all my bags, my computer stuff, my wardrobe, the heels - you name it - all into one big pile in my car. They cut the mustang seats open. They took the bumper off my car.  It was horrifying.... when I got back into the front seat, there was barely room to drive. They made sure to leave my sex toys right on top of the pile.

Tracy gets into Minneapolis on Saturday - and then our schedule is just out-of-control booked up.... basically we work every single day for three weeks, several jobs a day, and that does not end until I make it back home..... Tracy and I might shoot with the original Bat mobile! Whoo! Photo Credit: Judas - my first shoot ever.... the day after my notorious hot-tubbin night 2005.....