To: alt.sex.strip-clubs@anon.penet.fi
Subject: No more Barnacle Woman
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About Saxbeat's Request For Personal Info (RFPI) I can post the following:

I'm kinda pathetic from the standpoint that I don't have much of a life.

Basically this is it:

-Work
I work a lot. I've 2 reasons for this.  One, I get paid by the hour.  Two,
I went through some tough times in my twenties after I got kicked out of
the house.  I had long hair.  I smoked dope all day.  My parents got tired
of the many 15 minute visits from carloads of people (my "friends"), so my
parents asked, "Bob can you live somewhere else?".  After I left I had to
deal with poverty for a few years.  My parents gave me no money because I
had burned them a few times in the past.

I actually lived in a tent south of Santa Cruz for a few months.  After I
quit booze & drugs, I worked my ass off to get an engineering degree.  Now,
I'm doing okay but I do work a lot and I'm pretty careful with the cash I
do earn.  My experience of living in a tent is still very fresh in my mind.
It's a great motivator when it comes to making money.

-Work Out
I work out a lot. I've 2 reasons for this.  One, I like how it makes me
feel.  My workouts are simple.  I run in the hills south-west of Palo Alto.
No weights.  No aerobics. No exercise bike.  Just me and the hill.  One of
the best feelings I can get is what I call the 2nd wind.  I've been out
there for 30 minutes working up a sweat and then it hits - a wave of
energy.  If it's a good 2nd wind I can go for about an hour and a half and
feel good the whole time.  It's a hit or miss thing though.  Somedays I
have no energy and I just walk the hills.

One nice thing about the hills is the lack of fluorescent lights.  It's a
beautiful place (especially in the winter).  Everything is green.  The air
is cool and full of moisture.  The ground is soft from rain.  I've seen all
kinds of wildlife up there: raptors, lynx, many deer, skunks, squirrels,
coyotes, tarantulas, and rattle snakes.  It's the perfect place to
experience the 2nd wind.

Two, if I'm lucky enough to ever get naked with a stripper, I want to
make sure my gut is not hanging over my belt-line.  Sometimes I fantasize
we will both be naked and I'll steal a line from the "Boss":

"Woman, wrap your legs around these velvet ribs,
and strap your hands across my engines."

-Fat boy/Hard boy
Back in 1989,90 I worked a lot and did not workout.  I drank lots of pepsi
and ate junk food and sweets.  My weight ballooned to 180 which is kind of
a lot for a guy who is 5-7.  Now that I've been working out for 5 years,
I'm down to 150 and my thighs are almost as muscular as Peaches' thighs
(mbt hardbody).  I've talked to her about workouts.  This woman is no
chain smoking, hard drinking stripper.  She is serious about muscle tone.
I suggest you get a lap dance from her and find out.  Also she requested
that in my posts about her, I mention, "Peaches is very nice."  She is.
She works t,w,th (Mitchell Brothers SF calif).

-Strip clubs
When I'm working or working out I fantasize about getting naked with
strippers.  Sometimes I take action and go watch them get naked.  To take
the fantasy closer to reality I checked out a massage parlor mentioned in
www.paranoia.com.  It was disappointing.  We got naked.  We fucked.  I
prefer a more intimate experience.  But not too intimate.

On the other end of the intimacy spectrum we have "Barnacle Woman".  I had
a girlfriend back in 1986,87 who without a doubt was "Barnacle Woman".  She
wanted to spend every single moment with me.  You ever try to sleep with
someone attached to you?  Another episode comes to mind.  I'm sitting in
the library reading.  She comes to the door and asks,
"Bob.... what are you doing??"
"I'm taking a dump sweetie.  I'll be done in awhile."
"Bob... what do you want to do today?"
"Let's go to Venice Beach."
"Bob... how about tonight?"
"We'll talk about it later. Okay?"
"Bob... Do you want to take a picnic to the beach?"

So that's it: work, working out, strip clubs.  I have no family and I'm not
a member of the Kiwanis Club.  All 30-something guys I know have very
complex lives.  It seems their every waking moment is a constant battle
against entropy.  Kids, wife, job, neighbors, parents, friends,... the list
is endless.  I doubt any of them sleep 8 hours a night on a consistent
basis.

Although I don't have much of a life, it is simple and I like it that way.

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-Bob "livin the simple life in Pajamas" Smyth
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