lucy wightman

For someone who has spent their entire adult life trying to stay invisible as far as members of the opposite sex go, I have had a few rather interesting things happen in that area of my life. And for all no apparent reason as far as I can understand. When you meet me you would describe me as funny, athletic and a thinker but NOT sexy. So it has surprised me when men have "hit on me". Here is my funniest "hit on" story and then you have to tell yours. When I was younger, I stayed at home and ran an in home day care. I made home made cookies and spent my afternoons lugging kids to the park(very unsexy stuff). One afternoon, I answered a knock at my door. It was a man that I vaguely knew, a friend of a friend. His name was Brian and he was single.I had only met him twice and both times just hi how are you, that kind of stuff. The babies were sleeping and I invited him in. He sat on the sofa opposite me and proceeded to pull a want ad out of his coat pocket. Now back in the 80's Dallas had a very liberal newspaper where people published all kinds of INTERESTING ads. He said "read this ad I posted this week and let me know what you think." I took the ad and read it. It said single man looking for couple to watch as he spanks a very naughty girl.
I said "wow Brian interesting ad but is your girlfriend going to be OK with this?" He said,"Susan I don't have a girlfriend." I thought oh shit! I gently said,"well what did you mean Brian?" He said,"well I thought you might be into that." I said,************ and walked him to the door, slammed it and never saw him again. I have spent the last twenty something years thinking about that crazy afternoon and wondering what on earth happened. So there you go. Now it's up to you...I shared one of my crazy stories. One of you has to share yours.

Oh he wanted to spank me. He made that clear:) Go ahead post your story. Everyone has a few!

I do have a few stories, but this one I’d rather tell, the others I will save for another push on getting into trouble. And Sue – Your story is a funny story and it could have ended very dangerously for you. I can’t imagine that. You had some impact on him. It’s in the eye of the beholder and you never know what’s on people’s minds. Gotta love it though! Spank away, lol!!!


This story is not a provocative story per se, as I do not have one quite like yours. But nonetheless, a very funny story (something you see in the movies) which I will never ever forget or live down. It’s not pretty for me and I am going to divulge myself badly here – but what the F…! No need to impress. This is a little long winded…but need to paint the picture..


Years ago, (and yes years ago) I went on a 3 day weekend activities trip with my partner. This trip was an organized trip with 150+ people in the group. (you get it, friends, casual acquaintances and people you don’t know). We stayed in log cabins, which slept 20 people in each one. Each log cabin was a team and competed against other cabins in what I would call relay type marathons. (swimming relays, volleyball, horseshoes, log throwing, frisbee, running, scavenger hunts in the woods, ping pong, pool, and others I can’t remember, ah also beer drinking contests). We had to cook our own dinner meals at our cabins…lol…oh boy… beer, wine, cocktails and martinis were flying.


The last evening was scheduled for the entertainment cabin/room where there was a live band, which anyone can get up, and sing a song or duet with the band. Yep, my partner and I sang 'The Closer I Get To You’ by Roberta Flack. (too funny) and more martinis were flowing. We all get back to our cabins – however, I do not think everyone came back to their respective rooms… My partner and I went to our room…In the middle of sleep I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came out – I must have counted wrong… ha, on how many doors away my room was and where my partner was sleeping …leave it to me…I ended up going into another room. Getting into the bed and out like a light. I was awaken, hours later by a woman shaking me and saying what are you doing in here….I woke and my reaction was who the f…are you and what are you doing here…lol… OH MY GOD!! (you talk about embarrassment) I didn’t have a good answer. This woman was alone in her room and apparently out like a light too and didn’t realize someone came into her bed. But can you imagine my partner looking for me as I was coming out of the other room….I kid you not, it was the hardest thing I ever had to explain. The breakfast table that morning was quite amusing (for everyone else, ha, ha). This story has been told many times since and will be the story and trip I will never regret! And yes, luckily for me, my partner and I were in love, which made my innocence believable.

And Luccccyyy, we are waiting on yours! Were are you? You must have quite a few stories to be told! lol..

Cheryl I loved your story. It made me laugh out loud. Thank you. I have another one that yours reminded me of but I am saving it until Lucy posts hers.:)

In the early days of my separation from my (now) ex-husband, I was looking for love. OK, I was looking for sex too, but ultimately wanted the love to come with it. I was in really good shape back then and did attract a few men ... who were solely looking for sex, but I fooled myself into thinking they might love me (ha, ha). Yes, Lucy, I had never been seduced before that. I have a couple...that I'll share.

The "OCD" guy who took me to Newport on our first date, wined and dined me, we drank champagne in the car sitting at the ocean. omg, I had never been so romanced in my life. We went back to his place. Let's just say that champagne goes straight to my vagina! Things started happening and I asked him if he had condoms. He said no. wtf, what man doesn't keep them on hand; apparently he didn't know how lucky he was going to get. We ran off to the local CVS ...

The "Navy" guy who I met at a casino. We talked on the phone for a week or two and decided to meet at a hotel between our homes one Saturday night. We ate at Hooters (great wings!)-drank beer, shot some pool-drank some beer, ate dinner-drank some more beer, went back to the room. Did I mention this guy was more than 10 years younger than me, so I guess that made me a cougar. Anyway, he invited me to the upcoming Navy Ball; real fancy affair. Mind you, I didn't go to my high school prom, so this was very exciting for me. Went out and bought the dress, shoes, accessories, had the hair and nails done, etc. I went to the ball on his arm, had pictures taken, danced, blah, blah, blah. I felt like Cinderalla until he went off for a two-week tour to Hawaii, and basically dropped me like a hot potato.

That's when I swore off men; well until the next month when I met the man of my dreams...

me-That's a good one. I love the CVS part, I can imagine you running up and down the aisles! OK the rest of you, share(I know you want to).

Cheryl I was cracking up. Sounds like Maine to me! And "me" let's have a picture! Ok so block out your face... The initial genre started by SUE - ha- made me think of this ER incident. OK .. My best friend Beth Appleton was visiting me in Boston, when I lived on Marlborough Street above Mass Ave. I was cutting an orange and stabbed my hand - oops! Went to the ER for a few stitches and this guy named Guy stitched me. Oooo I wish I could remember his last name. Anyway, he lived down the street in Back Bay, on the "nicer" part of Marlborough Street. Eventually I got to his place. He was one of those short men with sharp features. He could have been on that Soap, "Dark Shadows." I get there and he immediately takes me to the bedroom. OK so it was like the 70s. Next to the bed was a display of sorts, very carefully laid out, of different hairbrushes. At the time I had really long hair. I was so excited!!

A guy named GUY wanting to brush my hair!

Assuming this to be true I sat on the edge of his bed and turtned my back to him. Then I found myself flat, face down and he was pulling down my waistband with a hairbrush in your hand saying, rather frantically, "Who's been a bad little girl?"

I started laughing so hard I was crying because I had no idea what he was talking about. So I pushed myself up and he stood there menacingly with hairbrush in hand, as I tootled out and back home!

He became a hand surgeon. Oh wait... Guy Rockman? Err I can't remember.

There you go...now it has become a provocative post. And to think he became a hand surgeon.That story is so funny! It is good to have things that still make you laugh 30 + years later! Years ago in the same newspaper that I mentioned in my first post, there was an ad. It read: man wants to come clean your house severals mornings a week in exchange for gentle kicking, pinching and name calling. Not answering that ad is one of my biggest regrets!

I miss all of you.... so much.

things certainly do change, we all become busy.. nothing lasts forever.. we do the best we can for that is all anyone can do. my best to everyone.

Thank you for asking Lucy. I am OK considering the hectic pace of my daily life. Working with the poor is never ending and I always worry that I have forgotten a kid or left something or someone off my to do list. I am a very human, human though and I do not have a hard time admitting that I am not perfect. So, in admitting that each day I get the opportunity to forgive myself for my short comings and start over the next day. I do try always to be kind to others and most importantly to me and I think that has created balance.
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Balanced words, balanced deeds. Very zen.

very Zen indeed, Sue. I loved your thoughts about being kind to self and others. I don't have a problem being kind to others, it's the being kind to self thing that trips me up alot....
You get that great, warm feeling from helping someone else but not so much from being kind and gentle to self....Why is that I wonder??
So we go on with our lives trying to be a "better person" to others....thanks for reminding me that part of it is being kinder, gentler to self!!

Glad to hear a few voices here again.....missing you all so much as well!!