Dear Diary,
A lot has been going on in my life the past week. I’ve mainly just been working non-stop, but it’s all been good as I’m still working to pay off considerable debt that we incurred when we built our home. With my commute being significantly longer too and the price of gas recently increasing, it’s caused me to work even more and be away for longer periods of time. But I wanted to bring up something that happened last weekend that was most certainly interesting.
Last Friday, I went off to work at the club. With it being a weekend evening, the place was open until 4am and really didn’t get out of there until 5, so a couple of my girlfriends thought it’d be fun to attend the Wolverine’s basketball parade on Saturday morning. I wasn’t even aware of it going on, but they were and asked if I’d like to go with them. It was only a few hours away, I was up, and while I was tired, I knew that I’d be able to push through too. So, we enjoyed a breakfast at one of the local diners down the street, bullshitted for maybe another just to kill some time, and then headed to Ann Arbor, found some parking that worked for the three of us as we were all separated, and then walked around the streets trying just trying to kill more time before the parade kicked off.
Well…we were dressed in street clothes and about as cleaned up as could be from partying and dancing our asses off from the night before without having taken a shower. I think we still looked really good though, and even though we were completely covered up and dressed for the cool morning, I’d say we looked pretty hot. I know…I’m biased. Also, let’s keep in mind that my two girlfriends are a lot younger than me. In fact, I could easily pass for their mother with the exception that one of them is black. Anyway, in the middle of the parade as we walked alongside the trucks carrying players, we somehow got a couple of the players’ attention, and they continued to wave to us in an effort for us to not just stand there watching in place but to walk with the trucks toward the end which was being held at Yost Arena. We did so, and as got toward the end, there was a student staffer who handed the three of us passes and escorted us through doors that weren’t completely packed.
We had just planned to go to the parade, but here we were now, in the middle of this celebration. I was actually really tired and could have easily gone home, but the other two I was with were super thrilled and enjoying the moment. Again, to show just how much of an age gap I had with my two girlfriends, I had been stripping for months, maybe even a year when the Wolverines last won a national basketball championship; they weren’t anywhere close to having been born. I’m not one to be a buzzkill, so I sat with them and hung out. Besides, we had gotten in easily and were being treated very well. We sat down, unzipped our jackets and even then, it wasn’t as if we were showing off, but we definitely have some good-sized titties. And yes, I was the biggest in the chest department. And I’m damn proud of that!
We stayed the entire time for the festivities to end, and then as we got up to leave, we were surprised with some swag: a national championship tee shirt and a ball cap. All very cool. But then, we were shuffled into a lounging area room, no bigger than a good-sized bedroom that could easily be a dressing room for an act or something. Anyhow, four players come in and introduce themselves to us telling us “Thank you” for following their motions to come join them. I was amazed, and these guys towered over us. They had escorts or handlers themselves that I could tell they weren’t happy about because it became very clear to me that they wanted to get to know us more in the moment.
We all compromised though and exchanged snapchat, Instagram, and phone numbers though. For the record, I’m not on Snap and gave two of the guys my number and Instagram. They’ve both reached out and we’ve just been texting back and forth a little. They know I’m married with kids that are older than them and I’m guessing they’re getting lots of offers for pussy. They’ve been respectful too in not just coming out and asking me to fuck, but I definitely get that vibe from both of them. So often things never work out and that always seems like for some reason, but you never know either and I’m good with whatever may or may not happen. My two girlfriends I think get too impulsive and crazy because after a couple of days, they were ghosted and no more communication…no anything. I’m much more patient. I suppose if I was young and dumb, I’d be like that too…more aggressive. I’d much rather sit back, tease, and let them maybe come to me. Right?
Championship College Basketball players! I love ’em!
Kisses & Hugs,
Danielle