I know what I need...and I need it fast.

There is nothing better than having that person that you can call when it’s absolutely urgent to get fucked and you know it will just rock your world. The person who knows you don’t want to change anything else about what you are doing except meeting in a seedy bar and going in their car and banging it out. The sex is so incredible that you have to just call them in the middle of the night for an emergency orgasm. It is so fucking amazing that no matter who you are dating, if you are in a commitment, or you are just single...you need it and you need it fast.

Who doesn’t want that unattached sex that blows your mind...the sex that when you walk in the door it is fucking on and both of you are so fucking impatient you can’t even get all your clothing off. You can call them anytime, anywhere and you know that there will be hot sweaty sex without any strings attached.

Everybody needs that person and should have that person right now. You need to have that dirty slut or hot fucker that you barely know who can fuck you like nobody else can. No love making, no meeting the fucking parents, and absolutely no romance. I am talking hot and heavy sex when you want it and as fast as it can happen. No strings attached...just good and marinated and ready to go.

I know several people that have this person...and often change this person up from time to time. This person shouldn’t be somebody you would take home to mom or somebody you travel in the same social circle with. This person needs to be good looking, has all the right equipment, and knows how to shut their fucking trap. They also need to have reliable transportation so when you want it...you can get it. Trust me from experience...a fucking skateboard just isn’t going to get it done.

This isn’t a one night stand, this isn’t a friend with benefits situation, and this isn’t a fucking relationship whatsoever. This is a fucking booty call on goddamn
steroids! This is kind of like a reliable cell phone, a stiff martini, an good line of cocaine, and a hot shower... everybody needs one and it has to be quality.

Stop fucking that person that just doesn’t get it done! If you do find the person that does get you off...it doesn’t always mean you need to have a relationship with them. Sometimes a good fuck when you need it is a perfectly good relationship.

Start tonight. Go out there and find that person who makes you fucking crazy horny.

Remember...you don’t want this person so perfect that you will eventually want more than just an urgent telephone call in the middle of the night. You want them dirty, sexy, and to make you fucking cum like nobody else can...even if it is in a porta potty. Hey...I am not one to judge...trust me.

This is making me crazy...time to dial my booty call on steroids.

It isn't stranger danger if you are asking for it.

Nothing helps you get over a dumb cunt or a fucking dickhead more than getting on top of somebody else. I don’t mean fucking your goddamn exes or getting yourself back into more drama than you already have…I am talking some good old fashion STRANGE. One, two, or multiple STRANGE opportunities can really build the ego and get you right back on track after a break up.

There is something about fucking somebody in the bathroom of a bar…or getting your hair pulled by somebody you just met minutes ago that really makes a person feel special. Waking up next to somebody you just met at your neighborhood bar and staring at them wondering what their name is can be such a delightful feeling. Who doesn’t love calling their friends up the next morning and talking about the random sex they scored…I know I do!

Some people may say therapy works, or a “how Stella got her groove back” vacation to clear your mind will help. FUCK THAT SHIT. I say fuck a different person every night…hell…fuck multiple people every night. I swear…after a few weeks…you will be drama free. Books on tape and draining your friends with conversations are a waste of time. Sunshine and margaritas…although fucking awesome…is just a temporary distraction.

Strange is like going to a new restaurant or trying a new beer. If you like it…you can get it again. If you don’t, then you can just try something else on for size.

Here are a few tips on how to handle some strange:

Strange does NOT mean your exes, your friends exes, people you know have a boyfriend or girlfriend, married folks, and surly not your boss. Trust me…this shit gets fucking messy and makes you feel worse.

The less questions the better. Don’t fucking worry about what somebody does for a living, or if they have kids, past relationships, and what their fucking last name is. Shut your fucking trap and get a good pounding already.

Stop playing fucking games. No flirting…just say it like it is. I want to fuck you…and I want to fuck you right now. The stupid bitches or dumb fucking dudes that don’t appreciate that…are usually the worst in bed anyway. Skip a cold fish…it isn’t healthy for anybody.

Drugs and Alcohol always make some strange way more fun. A few lines or shots off body parts really spice things up.

Only give them your number if the sex blew your mind and they are aware you only want a bootie call down the road…nobody needs somebody with hearts shooting out of their eyes.

Use nicknames instead of real names. Each new strange needs a nickname like: The Sunglass Guy, Beer Guy, Marilyn look-a-like, rapper wannabe...catch my drift? It makes telling your stories so much more delightful…and nicknames are easier to remember.

Last but very not least…in the words of my man Kid Rock…“I don't wanna be your friend...I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again”…because hopefully you won’t.

Tonight…I am on the hunt. Watch out Portland…I need some serious strange.

The leads are weak!? You’re weak.

Every man and woman should be getting fucked on a regular basis, regardless of your relationship status. If your significant other isn’t getting it done, or you have gone days in your single life without ...your little black book should be activated.

I am consistently shocked when my friends, especially women, complain about not getting laid. What the fuck is the problem? Haven’t you heard of a goddamn backup? Contingency plan? Plan B? Haven’t you been to a Karaoke bar or bowling recently? Who lets themselves go without? I would be a hot fucking mess if I didn’t have some rough sex and a stiff drink on a consistent basis.

Stop deleting phone numbers, even if the that fucking dumb cunt stopped calling you, or that douche bag fucked your friend instead…who knows when you will need a little pick me up? My phone and email contacts are filled more with booty calls than family, friends, and work…why isn’t yours?

I say each person should have at the VERY least a top ten dial-to-fuck. Number one being the most convenient and least committal. Number ten being a good shag, but only in desperate measures. Fuck, I have not only my top ten dial-to-fuck, but I also have dial-to-fucks in other cities and other countries, and just to be safe my AAA team. Literally, AAA team…cause they each know how to swing their goddamn stick.

There is no excuse for wining and crying about not having a porkfest. You should be able to pick up your fucking phone on a cold lonely night and have fun, commitment free, hot sweaty anal sex. If you are masturbating quite too often to porn or even more desperate True Blood…you need to take a long look at your contact list and start fucking dialing for nookie.

I know some of you may be pretty pathetic and haven’t been filling your little black book since grade school like I have, so here is a few tips to help.

- Prospecting isn’t just for sales people. Each time you are out getting a coffee, going for a quick run, shopping at the grocery store, or fucking getting your oil changed…make an attempt to get a goddamn email, facebook friend request, business card, or if you are a pimp…a cell phone number! Nobody says you need to have a fucking relationship…most of the time people want a drink and a roll in the hay.

- Start hitting up older friends, friendly exes, coworkers, acquaintance, your acquaintance exes, and if your really desperate social networking buddies. Just send friendly messages letting them know you are thinking about them…and keep their information! You never know when a few friendly messages could turn into a drink or fuck invite.

- Become overly friendly. Start building that cold call list of yours by randomly talking to that hot bitch waiting to pay her tab at the bar, or that hunky stud waiting for the bathroom. Random people in random places are more open to chat than in their social circle. Being bold and friendly gets you a free pass to fuck or get fucked in the face.

As soon as you start building a better prospecting list, start testing them out when you get home from the bar. Everybody knows when they are getting booty called; the ones that respond are keepers!

Stop deleting numbers, and keep a top ten dial-to-fuck list in your phone, on your desktop, or posted on your fucking bathroom mirror. There is no excuse for this behavior…sex is meant to be fun…not dramatic and about commitment. Barf.

I think I will rummage through the ole black book tonight and give a few out. Friends do share ya know.

Did I say Fleet Week? I mean SKEET Week.

The first time I fucked a sailor during the Rose Festival, I had NO idea how fucking sick fleet week was. The first ship to come in and get gay men and Portland women wet was in 1907. Over 100 years ago bitches were getting together, putting on those hot garter belts and stockings, getting liquored up, and then getting pregnant. Nothing has changed, except now we have the Lovejoy clinic one century later. 

AHhhhh...nothing says STD like a rough and tough young sailor who doesn’t know where to put his cock. It is almost like your high school prom ALL over again! I just can't help but want to suck some sailor's face off. Tasty tall muscle men that aren’t from the skinny jean capital of the world…SIGN ME UP! It is like going on vacation and fucking the whole hotel and then coming home guilt free. That is fleet week. 

Why are women obsessed with a man in a uniform?

I have a friend who is a serial pig dater. I swear she is begging to get fucking pulled over so she can pull him out. I wouldn’t put it past her to take a goddamn sledgehammer to her breaks lights before she drives around downtown on a late night. That dirty whore gets wet even when we go out to breakfast and she gets a whiff of Miss Crispy bacon on the side sitting across the table from her.  

We just can’t help it. A man in a uniform is much better than the alternative, a man with a shitty job and a popped collar.  

Fleet week is like a dream come true. They actually run extra max and bus times just to support the dirty whores in Gresham and Hillsboro. It doesn’t matter what bar, restaurant, or shop you go to downtown during this week, you are always in for a muscle man treat. 

I find myself mindlessly shopping for panties, and I shit you not, I end up pantieless in a fucking photo booth outside the Ferris wheel. I used to think a mature woman would be past all this fleet week shit, but then I realized you can fuck them and never see them again. Nothing says maturity more than getting what you need and making yourself happy…in between your legs. Just call him Mr. Sailor, or chief boot knocka if he is higher ranked.

Finally Sir Mix-a-Lot pays off in my blog. 

No matter how old a bitch is when June rolls around, she should be dumb, young, and full of seaman cum. 

How can any woman, young or old, get more than her fair share of a sub sandwich? 

Wear a wedding ring! No matter if you are married or not, a sailor wants a dirty whore WITH commitments. You know that motherfucker doesn’t want to know your real name and have you facebook stalk him. He wants to just put it in your ass. Let’s be realistic, nobody is getting engaged at the Meet The Fleet Ball. 

Take your panties off. I know that most women feel sexy and a bit dirty when going without their britches. Take them off and put it in his pocket. I promise, from personal experience, it is a guaranteed to get face fucked move. 

Throw a cougar kegger! That’s right, military ID’s get in free and all your horny single, or unsingle girlfriends get to have some young fresh meat. Don’t you remember what it looks like when a dude without man boobs does a keg stand? It is like a porno for Christ sake! 

How can a straight man benefit off this holy horniness?
 
If you can’t beat em, join em. Don’t be a fucking idiot; there are plenty of sailor costumes in Portland begging to be left on a slutty girl’s floor. That’s right, dress up and pretend to be a fucking sailor. By midnight ho’s will be all over you with no questions asked. Fucking score! 

Buy the MILF a cocktail already! If you are out in downtown Portland during this time, buy a lady a drink. With all the young whores with fake ID’s in the room, a man with some fucking class might walk out of there with a MILF or two? She is going to be so sick of competing with the 20-year-old plastic fuck doll, you won’t even have to tell her your name.

Befriend the American heroes. Look for the dumb sailors that don't have many friends and offer to buy the heros a drink. Thank them for all they do for your country and before you know it, this little seaman will be attracting more sluts than a brand new Labrador puppy. Girls will find YOU more appealing just for supporting an American soldier. You’d be surprised how many dumb dudes hate and don’t take advantage.
 
All this talk of white tight pants and shirts bulging at the buttons of a man’s chest instead of his belly makes me so wet.  

If you want to find the Ramblin’ Broad this week, look for me waving good-bye from a ship as it sails away. I promise to still write every week, as long as you ship me whiskey in little scope bottles.