This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
A New Lesson
I came out with my white tank top that said, "Unwrap Me"...a tank top that screams, "I didn't really need to spend $29.50 on a Kfed wannabe tshirt" but I did...but in my great defense, I bought the shirt three years ago for my first Christmas Party.

The point I'm try to make is that my breasts strain against the shirt, my nipples darken the whiteness and make it impossible to go without a bra. I heaved them, I sucked in as much as humanly possilble so that the washtub looked a little more washboard. I got...
"They better not lose to the worst team in the league."

In other new...
John's pretty much the most attentive lover I'ver ever met ( the words attentive and lover make me want to gag...but I didn't want to say that he picked me up and spread my thighs across our bar...but that's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? You sick bastards)
I know plenty 'bout sexing...
I know nearly nuthin' 'bout football...

I will learn.

That bastard (known as my husband) stole my NFL virginity...willingly...
Next year, I'm totally going to blow him out of the water in his fantasy football league.

Good luck Johnny. Good fucking luck.

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posted by Melina at 1:16 PM