Quantative maths

Good evening Blogger World, how's your Saturday been? Good I hope? I'm back after last nights no post, I wasn't too busy or anything like that, I was on a late finish at work and by the time I got home, fed myself and got settled the night had pretty much gone. I was alone last night too, I had no boyfriend to keep me company, as is the norm when I'm working late; not that I'm complaining and besides my baby had some stuff to do back at his flat. All in all we've been very lucky this week so far - we've seen each other every night barring last night and it's been great, Wednesday night in particular and the trip to the Christmas Markets remains at the forefront of my mind. I'm very fortunate and tonight we're back on track, my baby's due around shortly and tea's on the go; we're having a real staple of comfort food tonight - mince beef pie with mashed potato. It's a real Winter warmer and it's needed because today has been so cold, we've seen snow in Stockport and early afternoon it was coming down quite heavy until it turned to rain! Go figure because I don't know, please let it snow some more - we both love it.

We're staying in tonight, my baby and I have both been working today; and with the weather closing in and the fact that we imagine it will be stupidly busy in the gay village due to it being the last weekend before Christmas, we're going to give it a miss. We'll make our own entertainment, I'm sure and maybe even watch a film afterwards..........

My folks were down again today, they came to visit me at work and as always it was just wonderful to see them; they picked up their presents as it's the last time I'll see them until after Christmas - hasn't it come around so fast? Whilst they were with me they did some last minute Christmas shopping and, well I was amazed to be honest; I thought my baby and I could shop but they put us both to shame. I mean my baby and I take our time when we go out shopping, we make a day of it and probably do more browsing than buying, not that either of us are scared of splashing the cash - far from it! I guess it was the precision and ruthlessness of my folks that was unbelievable; within an hour they'd amassed 10 bags of shopping - no joke, I was gobsmacked. It was a case of in the shop buy the goods, leave and onto the next shop with military precision; they didn't really browse, they didn't go into any shops they weren't buying from and my head was spinning, it was like an edition of Supermarket Sweep, all that was missing was Dale Winton! To be honest I didn't really dig it, I much prefer our way of shopping - relaxed and carefree but it was great to witness; it was busy too, why people leave their Christmas shopping to the last minute escapes me - but that's my stepdad for you!

There was one moment that struck me quite hard in its sheer and utter reason to be thankful to be gay kind of way; I'm nothing but so comfortable and happy with my sexuality anyway - how I absolutely adore guys, one guy in particular and I could never want to be any different. I went into the lingerie section of Marks & Spencer with my Mum, she wanted to buy a new bra; she's of that age now where Marks is all she needs, I guess it's more of the comfort factor than the foxy factor! But isn't it so difficult to choose a bra? I never bought a bra for anyone in my life, I've never had the need to for obvious reasons and gosh am I so thankful of the fact; all those different numbers and letters that somehow correspond to the correct size, it's like what? You need a masters degree in quantative maths to actually understand it and get the correct size, I don't even begin to understand it. It's like when straight male friends brag about the women they've been with and say she must have had 44FF breasts - it means absolutely nothing to me, I cannot relate that to anything, is that good, bad, big or small? Give us a break here! Why don't they take a tip from the gay community - that guy I went with last night his cock must have been at least 8 inches long, I feel like John Wayne this morning! It's much easier isn't it, I know what 8 inches long is (I should rephrase that comment, it makes me sound like a cock jockey!) so why not measure breasts the same way?

And the amount of guys in there looking rather perplexed by it all told the story, I guess they were straight and buying lingerie for their girlfriends or wives; and being straight I'm sure they're familiar with breasts and the approximate size of their respective girlfriend or wife. I mean you can't walk up to an assistant and ask what size is this whilst holding your hands out from your chest can you? Although if they were caring, loving and sensitive like lots of gay-boys they'd surely take a look at the size label (if bras have size labels?) of a bra their wife or girlfriend already own. You see girls you should all get yourselves a nice gay boyfriend, they're so much better than the straight variety; and admittedly there'd be no sexual contact but after a while that always happens in straight relationships anyway doesn't it? So you lose out on nothing, just don't ask me I've already got a girlfriend and ones more than enough (it's a joke girlfriend!) I love her really...............

These guys that I saw browsing the lingerie section, I guess they were like 30 years old or something, so why were they in Marks in the first place? I guess their girlfriends or wives were around the same age and surely they'd appreciate something a bit more sexy and flattering? I mean Marks isn't exactly the raciest shop on the high street, well not from what I saw today; for form and function it's a thumbs up but if you want to feel sexy and sultry it fails miserably. It's just so boring, even my baby and I love silk, satin and other tactile fabrics, (mansilk do a particularly fine selection) they just add a different element to our intimate encounters; although most of the time he just rips the pants off my back and shags the arse off me (it's a joke, a vulgar joke admittedly, but a joke all the same!) I mean were they embarrassed to shop elsewhere? And if so what's the big deal? Even my baby and I love to go in Ann Summers and the like, we go in together despite them not really catering for gay-boys and we're not embarrassed.

I love going shopping for underwear with and for my baby, thinking about the joy and pleasure we'll both get from whatever we purchase; and maybe it's easier to buy for a boyfriend with the sizing and selection processes? But still it's always done with care, love and attention to detail regardlessly; perhaps straight guys are just to straight for their own good. Reasons to be gay ♯ 736................

PS The photo does absolutely nothing to me, I'm sure if I have any straight male readers they'll all be drooling (or worse) over them now, like what for? Enjoy them guys because it's probably the only time you'll see such a photo on this here blog! And I appreciate I have a laugh at your expense occasionally but that's all it is - a laugh; I just don't understand your fascination with women that's all. I'm sure you feel the same way about me and other gay-boys, so we'll call it even; even if you choose not to blog about it!