I don't know if I should write this, but you all seem so open about different subjects that I think I will and if it appears on forum then I didn't delete it.

Being one who is level-headed with common sense and somewhat cautious in life, I try most often to do the right thing. I don't have crazy shit in my life as a rule.

I developed anxiety several years ago when I was going to college and happened to meet a guy at work. He was hot and I wanted to do this thing, you know! It caused me stress due to seeing him a couple times a week.I was so fuckin' horny for him I could'nt stand it.

One night I did end up inviting him to my brothers house, my brother and his wife were out of town, and we had a couple beers and we got naked together. First on the couch and then we moved to my brother waterbed. I was a little nervous to say the least. If my brother and his wife came home for some crazy reason I would have died, just fuck'in died. But that didn't happen and It was great for me even if I didn't take my time, but I am getting off subject here.

You know what, I'll save the recent Wild trip for another day.

(Wild trip saved for another day)

I went to the doctor and found a little friend. His name was Ativan. I really liked him at first, actually I like him for longer than I should have. I only seen him a couple times a week when I needed him. I broke it off a couple months ago and found Mr. Ativan to be a nasty little thing and was going to give me a wild trip before he was going to leave me. But I'll save that for another day.