I feel terrible for being so out of touch with my Girlspoke audience lately—especially during this the most wonderful time of the year. Thankfully my training is over and I got my wings and can resume a normal life as a sex writer/stewardess/all around hottie and can even devote a couple of days to doing X-massy things like shopping and eating chocolate that I had bought for other people.

Before I go into my X-Mas spiel about peace, love and all that shit, let’s get on with today’s business: boys—I mean of the 30 and up variety. It still boggles my mind that men feel that they need to lie in order to get laid. How many times do I have to go over this?? Grow up! Being honest will not only get you a lot more sex, but also sex of a far better quality if you would just fucken fess up and tell the truth already—no matter what it’s about! The effort that one needs to put into lying must be exhausting; coming up with your story, keeping said story straight, remembering all of the different lies that you have told and the fear of them all unraveling before your beady, deep-set eyes! And the fear of the wrath that will inevitably follow when the woman figures out that she is being lied to—just not worth it!

It confuses me even more when a man lies to a woman that he has an NSA relationship with. Is this because he’s just bangin’ her anyway so she doesn’t deserve the truth? Cuz’ if that’s the case; he should just shut the hell up, give ‘er and be on his merry way as opposed to opening his mouth and attempting to make conversation when all he is spewing out is a bunch of hooey anyway, not to mention taking away from the excitement of the “strictly sex” agreement! Am I right? Seriously, if a girl has entered into a hot, consensual casual sex agreement, why lie?What’s the point in going through the effort of making things up?

I guess this year I should really consider my New Years resolutions carefully, seeing as how I keep falling into the same trap with this sexy but insincere little creature. First on my list: NO more men with small, dark, deep-set eyes! They manage to piss me off every time. And totally unrelated: cut down on the caffeine intake (as I sit here enjoying some chocolate covered espresso beans and wash them down with a hot and super-delish coffee).

Anyhow, am off to wrap presents, catch up on some writing before my weekend full of flying, drink hot cocoa by a fake fire and just be overall Christmassy—fa-la-la-la-fucking-la. And before I go; click here for my present to you.

Will likely not have a chance to write until after the New Year, so to my lovely readers; I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a New Year where all of your wishes come true.

Kisses & Spanks,
Adrie