The Girls are Talking About RHODC Season 1 Finale

Wow.  Explosive.  Ok, is it just me or does any one think that this whole episode should have happened near the middle of the season?  It looks as if things are really just starting to heat up with everyone.  The Salahi's at this point have managed to make enemies of just about everyone on the show with the exception of Stacie and Jason Turner, but by the end of the episode, its pretty clear that that relationship is treading on thin ice as well.  I really couldn't help but laugh watching the Salahi's give their "testimony" before Congress.  Watching Tareq and Michaele repeat the same phrase over and over and over again was just too much comedy.  Clearly they were NOT deviating from their lawyer's guidance.  But one could say that this matter dig become quite a public flogging.  At this point I almost have to geniunely believe that THEY believed that they belonged at the White House State Dinner that night...even though they had no invitation.  It might be deranged and delusional, but it seems as if that's really the case.

I did feel for Cat when she found out that she was blacklisted from the White House Christmas party.  That was pretty sad for her -- basically because of her "association" with the Salahis (as castmates).  That was unfortunate...and it seems that after that point, things were starting to slowly deteriorate with her husband Charles.  Another unfortunate circumstance for misunderstood Cat.  My heart definitely goes out to her.  But that confrontation at the end was boiling over, I was completely on the edge of my seat (now that could have been because of the dramatic soundtrack/score bubbling underneath the heavy dialogue), but it was interesting to watch the normally insanely bubbly Michaele begin to squirm under the weight of all the allegations against them.

What I really can't wait for is the reunion episodes - with the first airing next week, which looks to be even more explosive.  All the ladies and their respective husbands have corralled for one finale showdown, and it looks like DC is finally starting to get real.  Finally! 

- Angel

Three's a Crowd...Or Is It?

For once, I’m home for an entire week and I think I’m loving it. I’ve had time to actually accomplish some household things and catch up with friends and such. I’ve even had lots of time for my Eric. My oh my oh my. That boy certainly has stamina. You know, I am completely aware that people may call me a cougar, what its really whatever. He’s 19, I’m 34 and he’s smokin’ hot…and quite frankly so am I. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with a fabulous woman treating herself every now and again. But here’s my issue, ever since I ran into Benjamin last week, he’s been calling quite frequently and I’m not sure what to make of this situation, because it took on an interesting twist.


Benjamin is talking about coming to town for a visit in a few weeks and wants to get together for dinner and “dessert.” I begrudgingly told reminded him that I’m currently in a “thing” with Eric, who apparently wants me all to himself. But Benjamin is also quite yummy from what I remember; and here’s the “Gotcha” with this whole situation. Benjamin wants Eric to join us for “dessert” (read: a lip smacking gum poppin’ sweat dripping full on sexfest). Uhm…what?

Ok, now we all should know by now, I’m no prude, and I’m always down for a good time, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my work. But, I can safely say that I haven’t had one of those experiences since I was fresh out of high school and working the modeling circuit – young models, designers and photographers who came through the agency were always f-ing around with each other; it was no secret. But am I willing to go there now? At 34? And is this something that Benjamin has always been into? Granted he’s 39, nearly twenty years Eric’s senior, but I’m wondering if he could teach Eric a few things…not that Eric needs ANY lessons.

I’m just not sure about this. Honestly, its usually the guy’s fantasy to have two women right? That’s how it was back in the day? Maybe this is some renaissance man-thing, wherein the lines of sexuality are constantly blurred. I’m just not sure. But as I fantasize about it, it definitely seems like a girl’s dream come true. Two hot, sweaty, brawny men vying for your attention…naked. Hmmm. I can’t lie, I’m intrigued by this idea, but I’m wondering just how free is Benjamin with his sexuality? And would Eric go for it? I mean he’s young, so he’s definitely hip to the ways of the world…but will he be down for this? I just don’t know yet…but its definitely something worth thinking about.

3

A Secret Dinner?

I told Angel about the sudden piece of new information I found out about Adonis. I like the name Adonis. Of course that is not his name. Even though he is a piece of shit, I wouldn’t put him out there like that. Angel of course being the woman she is, suggested I just call him, grill the shit out of him, and then tell him to fuck off. I sorta took her advice.


I was preparing to leave work on Friday afternoon when a Federal Express carrier arrived and delivered me an overnight envelope. I wasn’t expecting anything. After signing for the envelope, I noticed that it was from Adonis. I wondered to myself what did this motherfucker want now. I guessed since I wasn’t answering any of his calls or texts, this was his only other option. I quickly ripped open the package and out fell a note. On the note Adonis had scribbled, “I hope this gets your attention. Steaks are on at 8. I’m sorry.” I was wondering what the note meant when I noticed a small piece of paper had fallen from the package to the carpet. I bent down and picked up the piece of paper and it had an address written on it. I figured this must have been his address to his home but I couldn’t imagine that he would risk me coming there if I decided to take him up on the offer. I didn’t even know if I wanted to see his face. He did owe me an explanation though.

His condo was located right in the city probably about 25 to 30 minutes away from where I stayed. I couldn’t believe he would risk me knowing where he lived. I figured he must trust me. I pushed the buzzer with the number from the note on it and his voice came over the intercom telling me to come to 301A. Adonis was standing in the doorway as I wandered down the long hallway looking for his condo. He had a look of worry on his face when I saw him. I guess he was trying to feel me out to see whether I was going to just speak or punch him in his face. I played it cool. I spoke and walked in. I looked around his place. It had a sunken living room with hardwood floors. A brown leather sofa and oak furniture surrounded the entire condo. Adonis excused himself to the bathroom and I decided to take a look at another room in the condo. I walked in and the room was filled with pictures. Pictures of her, pictures of him, and pictures of them. It was true, he was married. Just as I picked up the silver framed picture of his family, Adonis walked in.

“Let me explain.” He said. I replied, “No need.” Adonis looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. I guess he expected me to turn into some psycho bitch and turn the condo upside down. He had to have known I am too classy for that bullshit.

“Are the steaks ready?” I asked

With a confused look he replied, “Yeah they are. Follow me.”

TO BE CONTINUED…………………………..


Noah's Arc: Jumping the Broom

Time to Face Reality...It Hurts

So let me just get this out in the open right now…me and Ms. Kaitlin do not see eye to eye. Granted, one could give her kudos for her free-wheelin lifestyle, etc. But upon meeting her out at Angel’s dinner party, I just don’t know. And I know this whole blogging thing is supposed to be about bringing us together and bridging the gap, but I feel like her little snide comments about me being “uptight” were completely unwarranted and disrespectful…I just don’t know. I’m thinking to myself, lady you really don’t know me or my husband to be making such comments.


Here’s how it went down. Things have been somewhat tense between me and Taylor ever since I discovered his little or should I say big (read: huge) porn addiction a few weeks back. Since then we’ve both been operating on auto pilot – I’ve been working night and day, hitting the gym nearly 7 days per week in order to whittle myself down to bikini weight; he’s been home most days, with quite a few job interviews over the past two weeks. We’ve been pretty much just going through the motions. Intimacy isn’t at the forefront of our minds right now. And why should it be. He fantasizes about women twice his size; and I’m slowly shedding pounds. Not the ideal situation right? Whatever.

So we head to this dinner party together, and suddenly there’s this woman, blatantly hitting on my husband the entire night, commenting about how stiff we both look as a couple. How dare she? I do know that Kaitlin is currently journaling here as well…and I just didn’t appreciate it. And yes, I did pull her to the side to let her know that I thought her behavior and comments toward me and my husband were completely inappropriate. She was obviously tipsy and kept babbling on and on about how I should learn to “let my hair down more” and even referencing Taylor’s porn addiction. And this is where I realized that this site had bitten me in the butt. I’d allowed myself to air my life in a very public forum, but never did I realize that it would come back to haunt me in such a malicious way.

I’m just having issues with all of this right now. I felt she was completely disrespectful and acted out of turn and without a shred of class. I was literally shaking when I left because I was so furious…and I had no desire to talk to Taylor about this. He doesn’t even realize I’m writing for this site. I guess I didn’t even see how this could jeopardize my marriage because in airing out my secrets, I’m also doing the same to Taylor and how fair is that to him? Granted, yes, we’re writing under pseudonyms but the other ladies involved now know all of our identities. Was signing a non-disclosure agreement enough? How well do I really know these other ladies, besides Angel?

What have I gotten myself into, and worse, how in the world do I begin to repair the tension in my marriage? It extends so far beyond the porn. Not sure where I go from here.


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Real Housewives of Atlanta Season 3 Premieres Tonight!

That's right folks!  They're back.  The standout wives from Bravo's The Real Housewives of Atlanta are back for another exciting season!  We'll be live tweeting tonight during the premiere, so stick with us on Twitter and Facebook for all the action.  Showtime is 9 pm EST on Bravo.  And be on the lookout for the premiere of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills next week right after the Real Housewives of DC reunion episode.  We are on Housewives overload and lovin' it!

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The Pastor...Maybe

I took Xander to a youth retreat over the weekend. I think it's important that my son finds influence outside his sorry Daddy and my bitchiness. Xander was excited to go and being that it was overnight and he's only 8 I stayed with him. The retreat was lovely and I must admit that even I learned a thing or two. Everything was great until Sunday at children's church. Turns out unbeknownst to me, my Pastor was the guest preacher. OMG for the first time ever I actually looked at my very single, young and handsome pastor. I had always just seen him as a vehicle for the Lord, but when he came into the children's church he looked like a regular man. A man, mind you that I would like to get to know.


He had on jeans, a polo shirt and some tennis shoes. He was so handsome. But it wasn't just what he wore it was how he wore the clothes and walked around the room. He was so confident and manly. It was literally turning me on. Since the Deacon has just been really getting on my nerves lately and whose calls I had been ignoring all weekend, it was a pleasant surprise to see the Preacher. At first he didn't see me but I watched him handling those children and how he made them all feel comfortable. He never stood over them, he always crouched down to talk to them. He was very patient with their questions and made sure to answer each question honestly and a coolness that only one possessed and did not learn.

When it was time to go, the parents who were sitting in the back of the room, started migrating to pick their child up but I was paralyzed to my seat. I had so many thoughts running through my mind, that when Xander came running to me throwing his arms around me it took a moment for me to come back to my senses. I hugged my little boy and I looked up to see the Pastor looking me dead in my eyes, smiling. I'm not going to even make this all soap opera-ish because I can't even remember everything that happened. All I remember is the Pastor asking Xander to go get some picture and then turning to me after my son left and asking me on a date.

I know I should have said no. I am, after all, dating the Deacon. They are both members of the same church. They both have to come into contact with each other. They both are ministering to the same people. I should have said, "no, I'm dating your deacon." That is exactly what I should have said. But God knows the flesh is weak and temptation is strong. I wanted the Preacher. To this exact moment I can't explain why. But I want him and so I said yes. Our first date is in a week.


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I will face my future head-on!
- Mateo

Escaping My Past...

History time. Sean and I got together three years ago. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of six years at the time and Sean who had been my best friend was the one who helped me lick my wounds and move forward. Thomas was the love of my life at one point. I can genuinely say I have never loved a man as much as I loved him. We had met while in college. He had the same major as me, the same goals, the same desires and needs and most importantly he understood me in ways at the time that I thought no one else did. Thomas could finish a thought…not a sentence but a thought of mine. I had dated him so blindly that I never saw his cheating ways or his selfish behavior. As much as he said he loved me he also loved so many others. I was not his only one and it took me sitting across the street of a cheap Super 8 Motel and watching him and this slut walk into one of the rooms.


Now it could be argued that maybe they were going in the room for a meeting, or maybe she was a friend who had problems and needed someone to talk to (these were of course all the lies he dropped on me when I confronted him about everything). But I find it hard to believe that you’re helping anyone at 12 midnight and even if you were you wouldn’t be kissing, caressing and snatching off each other’s clothes as you walk into your motel sanctuary. It’s safe to say that after that I was mentally dead. I was so hollow. Part of me wanted to still be with Thomas and the other part just hated him. I wished that I had never followed him to that motel. I had gone there that night to prove to the world and myself that my man was not a cheater and I left realizing that I was the dumbest woman on the planet.

God, had it not been for Sean I would probably still be lying in the bed, wearing pajamas and cursing the world. He brought me out of the darkness and into light. Through his love, support, his ability to accept me for me, his calm demeanor and his willingness to let me deal with the pain, I realized that the kind of love I wanted was not wrapped up in ignorance but in that of someone who sees me as me and loves me all the same. Good and Bad. So as I write this and reminisce about my past and how I got to where I am today I feel ashamed to say that I was attending a marketing seminar yesterday and bumped into Thomas. I just walked right into him as I was trying to figure out which banquet room I was to be in. I can’t even believe how it happened. One minute I’m looking for B-9 and the next I’m staring into the eyes of my past lover.

Every single feeling that I thought had washed away with the tears of years ago and my new found love with Sean came slamming back into me like a tow truck. He was so handsome and so there. I was at a loss for words, so whereas I should have said something canny and funny I turned and ran in the opposite direction. I can still hear him screaming my name. I thought I was over him and what’s worse is that the seminar is a week long and today is day 2. As I sit here, writing this on my laptop and ready to post this entry I’m nervous. What if I bump into him again? What if he’s single and able to be with me, what in the world am I going to do? Oh Lord if I ever need to be saved from anything now is the time. Pray for me guys.

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