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Blondes vs. Brunettes #39 -- Kansas City #3

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Before I continue with my story about the year I spent in the Kansas City area, a year that turned out to be a blonde vs. brunette battlefield, I wanted to make a couple of administrative comments.  First, I’m trying to figure out how to best illustrate the stories.  Clearly, we didn’t have smart phones with either photo or embedded video capability ~25 years ago, so I don’t have pictures of anything that I’m going to blog about.  But we do have boxing, wrestling, and catfighting videos now, so I’ll probably use some of them when I think it shows a reasonably accurate portrayal of the girls fighting.  My second point is that while I was working on this blog over the past week, I started getting all cranked up.  Mid week, my mind was reeling after working on the blog for about 30 minutes.  I actually got into a blonde vs. brunette conversation with a young girl, maybe 20 or so, while I was out jogging and, at one point, waiting for the lights to change at an intersection cross walk. 

Well, I couldn’t resist.  She was a dark brunette, Hispanic I’m sure, and was wearing sun dress and heels. 

Just minutes earlier I was in a gym near my workplace and there was this blonde in there that I hadn’t seen before, and she was solid muscle.  I watched her, very discreetly of course, for most of my workout and then before departing to go for a run, walked up to her asked if there was any part of her body that wasn’t solid muscle.  (Might as well use the direct approach!)

She laughed and said, “Well yeah, a couple at least.”

“Ha, ha” I said, “I didn’t mean anything naughty!”

So we chatted for a couple of minutes. 

This gal was a natural blonde (eyebrows and short hairs on the back of the neck and on the arms never lie) with crystal clear blue eyes, standing about 5’2” and maybe a hundred or so pounds.  All of which was muscle. 

So naturally, when I saw this brunette waiting for the lights to change I had to say something because my mind was ready to explode.  The direct approach again: “Hey, I hate to bother you but me and a buddy of mine were having this argument in the gym about which girls were stronger, blondes or brunettes. So tell me, what do you think?  Who are stronger, blondes or brunettes?”

After the initial shock, she started laughing.  We chatted back and forth as we crossed the street.  She was blabbering about how there were strong blondes, and there strong brunettes and then there were weak blondes and there were weak brunettes and then there were so many different ways to measure strength, as well as stamina, which she said was simply strength over time, so that the question couldn’t really be answered in any meaningful way and finally I said something like “Cut the shit and just answer the fucking question, will ya?”

Ok, it wasn’t that bad, but it was close.

So she looked at me and with a big huge smile said, “Brunettes, of course! Brunettes are stronger than blondes!”

 

“Well thanks!” I said, “And hey, listen since you’re taking this so well and not punching in 911 on your smart phone, let’s talk about catfights.”

And wouldn’t you know it, instead of saying “Get away from me you creep” she started all over again with “Well you know there are some blondes that can fight and some blondes that can’t fight, and there are some brunettes that can fight and some that can’t fight, and basically a girl has to have a reason to fight and if she does, it doesn’t make any difference what her hair color is … and blah, blah, blah..”

And on and on until I finally said, “For Christ sakes, will you please answer the question, before the Earth is consumed by the sun?”

And she said, “Brunettes of course! We always beat up blondes when we fight! Well, almost anyway, it all depends on…”

She was funny.  We chatted a little longer; she was home on college break and had an internship in downtown Washington DC and was walking from the metro (subway) to a bus stop so she could get back to her home in the Shirlington neighborhood of Arlington, when I started bugging her. 

 

Nice girl. I thanked her for entertaining an old guy, we fist bumped, and I jogged away.

This really happened on Wednesday!!

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Will I ever get to the blog entry about Kansas City? 

Of course.

Picking up where we left off last week ….

So we headed back to the mid west, me in my Toyota 4Runner and Jacky in her Ford Mustang which could hardly carry more than a couple of suitcases, explaining why my 4Runner was packed to the gills.  I'd say it was a good drive but I had to get back to work and so were focused on making time, not love.

Eventually we got to St. Louis where we checked her into a furnished, extended stay place – I think it was an Oakwood apartment – near the main highway.  My thought was to head straight back to Leavenworth but since Jacky was wearing her daisy dukes, how could I?  After all, what's the point in having a lover if you don't make love every chance you get? So once I brought all her gear up from my truck and got her room squared away, off came her shorts and she squared me away!

Coming back to Leavenworth, I accepted the reality of a long summer with a lot of work and no vacation time coming to me.  Thank God Jacky was in the same area of the country and had to do a lot of business in Kansas City, which she said she would try to arrange each Friday! Nothing better than being free and unencumbered all week and then having a gorgeous dark haired, dark eyed Italian girl dressed in a halter top and hot pants waiting to take you in her arms on the weekend!

Being a decent, but not spectacular high school athlete, one of my interests over the years was running.  Of course, the whole country got caught up in the jogging craze in the 1970s, so there was always plenty of eye candy out on the streets.  Jacky herself didn't run much.  She dabbled in gymnastics and tennis in high school, but mainly avoided athletic pursuits.  She certainly didn't need to run in order to burn off calories:  dark and slim, she was born in good shape and effortlessly seemed to stay that way.  Her legs were shapely and sexy, although her calves were a bit skinny.  She always joked about slicing off and implanting some of my very sexy calf muscles into her legs. 

So one day I'm jogging through Leavenworth and I look off to the side and there's this little park area and I see this blonde-haired girl throwing what looks like a punch in the stomach to another blonde girl.  "Well, damn: I thought, "You don't see that every day!"

Naturally, I moved in for a closer look.  It didn’t take long for me to figure out this was a photo shoot of some type, the girls weren’t really fighting and there’s this older guy with a 35mm camera (the type that used something called “film” to record images) and he’s giving instructions to the girls and snapping pictures as they posed in various fighting positions.  Damn, I thought, kinda like Sports Review’s apartment house wrestling, except this was in a little field.  I decided to hag out and see what happened and my presence didn’t go unnoticed by the gentlemen with the camera.  After another 15 minutes or so of very nice poses to include the girls pinning each other on the grass, he appeared to thank them and then hand them something, cash it turns out, and then they hopped in a car and drove away.   

At this point in the story, I should add that I had been working out at the Leavenworth Rec Center which was a reasonably proceed gym and pool not far from my hotel in the downtown area. Nice place, with a pool.  I had befriended some of the folks who worked there and was helping, just a few hours here and there, coach young kids little league.  A bunch of the young fellows, up to age 12 or so, hung out at the rec center on weekends, and soon as school was about to let out, during the summer months.  Little did they, or me, know at the time, that they would become an integral part of a stunning blonde vs. brunette battle involving Jacky as the summer ended.

But I bring it up now because one of the girls looked familiar. 

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I approached the old guy and introduced myself.  Don, he replied, was his name.

Well, it turns out Don was fascinated by girls fighting.  Like me, he was a big Sport Review Wrestling magazine fan and enjoyed the apartment house wrestling features.  He was, in fact, trying to recreate something like that and sell the photos to either SRW or an adult publication that featured catfight materiel.  Or maybe start his own mail order business and sell his own videos.  Lot of possibilities he said.  

We decided to have a few beers at a local bar.  I think the name of it was “Green’s” or something like that, but I can’t find it anywhere on the internet.  Must have been something else--?

Well, it turns out he was trying to arrange a private match in his backyard but the two blondes wanted something more public, apparently they were afraid that Don was a pervert or something, and weren’t to enamored with the thought of going to his house.

“Well, I am a pervert” he said, “So I don’t blame them.”

Turns out the girls had been recently hired by the rec center to handle the summer crowds, mostly kids out of school. Don said they attended the University of Kansas and had been hired by the rec center just before the Memorial Day weekend.  “Well” I thought “That’s why they looked a bit familiar.”

http://www.mediafire.com/watch/dv090zn70qbuvl5/White_Blonde_vs_Mexican_Wrestle_inBikinis.wmv

Don, a retired widower said if I was willing to kick in a few bucks, he’d call me when he had a couple of girls lined up and ready to wrestle.  There would be a few other guys there as well, he said, helping to share the costs.

Sounds good I told him.

And then I made a suggestion. 

"You've lived here forever Don, so you know better than me that the Mexicans are starting to move in.  Maybe you could get one of those dark Latinas to fight a white girl, a blonde maybe.  I bet that would be a good battle."

He looked stunned, and then glanced both ways before whispering to me, "I'm trying to do just that, but it's been tough to arrange." 

When I got back to the hotel, I snapped up the weekly Leavenworth paper in the lobby, took it back to my room and left it on the desk, unread, before turning in for the night.  “Maybe I’ll read it in the morning” I thought, before heading off to brush my teeth and get ready for a good snooze.

As I slept, the paper lay on my desk and I lay in my bed, not knowing that the paper had a prominent advertisement for something called “Buffalo Bill Cody Days” an annual Leavenworth festival that featured arts, crafts, and amateur mud wrestling.

Blondes vs. Brunettes #38 - Kansas City #2

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This is part two the Kansas City Trilogy, although I'm beginning to think it's going to transition from trilogy to either a quartet or a quadrology or as some might suggest, "a trilogy in four parts."

You may recall from previous blog entries that while growing up in the Boston area, my black haired, dark brown-eyed cousin Jacky and I were a pair.  As years went by we became lovers.  Seems like anytime there were no family members around, Jacky and I were wrapped up like two fish. It was all arms and legs entwined, lips locked, and me thrusting deeply inside of her. 

Gosh, I'd come into her like a fire hydrant.

After college, I moved back to Virginia and she stayed in the Boston area. Occasionally we would hook up, she would discuss the possibility of marriage, but I knew, even though she was adopted, it would rip the family apart. 

I have to confess, I wasn't getting much action in the KC area.  There was a gorgeous brown eyed brunette with a phenomenal ass working in the Kmart just south of the downtown area, but she was engaged to some loser and wouldn't go out with me even though she readily admitted the guy she was engaged to was an ass.  I think she was 20 at the time.  "Believe me; I'd say yes if I wasn't engaged."

And, when I had to get some body work done on my 4 Runner and decided to rent a car out the local Chevy dealer, I found another incredible brunette working in the office. 

Attired in a micro mini-skirt, wow, what a pair of legs! 

A smoker, though, which was, and always would be, a deal breaker. 

But man, I always think about that girl in the Kmart.  I bet there's somebody out there reading this that knows who I'm talking about.

Funny, one of the guys I got to know in the barber shop gave me this big spiel one day about this "dark lothario" getting all the blondes pregnant at the nearby St. Mary's College.  Winking at me, he said something like, "You know how the dark haired guys are always working on the blonde girls and how the blondes love the attention."

Strange thing is that I wasn't working on any of the blondes and most of them, in true blonde fashion, would roll their eyes and look away if I said hello to them.  No wonder I stuck with friendlier, sexier, brunettes.

Since the only way I was getting my dick wet was in the shower, I decided to head back to Beantown and hook up with my Kissin' Kuzzin.  Luckily, my folks were headed back for Memorial Day, so it was perfect timing for me to drive back and spend a week catching up with friends and Jacky.  The arrangement was that I would stay with my grandparents in Quincy which I had done before. 

Did I ever tell you about the time I was running my grandfather around on medical appointments and watched a blonde and brunette battle each other?

We'll get to that in a future blog entry.

Although Memorial Day weekends can be a bit nippy in Boston, I was lucky that the temps were actually in the low 80s that weekend, so plenty of leg everywhere.  Jacky and I decided to hook up at the South Shore Plaza the day I came in.  "Casual?" she asked me.

"Super casual", I told her, "In other words, cut off shorts and sandals!"

"Great" she said "and, hey, I've got a nice surprise for you!"

"That's what I came home for!!"

Later that day, maybe five or so, Jacky strolled into the bar and all the guys stared at her. If you liked dark brunettes, she was the girl. Shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, and olive skin.  About 5'7" in heels and oh, yeah, she was in summer sandals. 

After a long lingering kiss that no doubt got the attention of everybody in the restaurant, she said "Want the surprise?"

And I'm like "Holy shit, I don't think we can fuck right here in the bar!"

 

Jacky brought he lips to me ear and whispered, "I'm moving out to Kansas City to be with you!"

Wow!

Yup, Jacky who was working medical equipment sales, had worked out a deal with her employer that she would sell in St. Louis. Truth is, Jacky was a bright vivacious talker, but not a geography expert and didn't realize that St. Louis, Missouri was a good five hours drive from Kansas City, Missouri.  Still, it was a hell of a lot closer than Boston and actually sounded perfect to me: I could keep chasin' tail in Leavenworth and still have a hot, guaranteed love-making session on the weekends.

After a few drinks too many, we strolled through the mall.  Jacky is drunker than I thought, woozy and talky.

Surprise, surprise, as we walk down past the many stores, we find that there’s some kind of fashion show going on featuring about of young gals in miniskirts and heels about to strut around on a stage.  The emcee is blabbing about something or other, but then turns the show over to a beauty pageant winner of some sorts, a gorgeous blonde.  So as we’re standing there listening to this blonde yakety-yak, Jacky’s fingernails are digging into my arm.  As always, sexy blondes were getting under her skin.  But before she says anything, this other attractive blonde, dressed in cutoff jeans and those fabulous Dr. Scholl’s wooden sandals that were popular a few decades ago, come walking up next to us, pushing a baby carriage and, trailing along, a little blonde girl, presumably her daughter.  But the gal herself is in her early 20s not much younger than Jacky, maybe an inch or so shorter, but then again, Jacky has on three inch heels. 

Jacky glances at her, looks at me and then rolls her eyes, leaning back into me. 

As for me, I’m standing behind her with my arms around her waist.  And the blonde on the stage is running her mouth about how pretty she is and smart she is and that’s what lets her be a role model for other girls, or something like that and of course Jacky says “Can you believe this crap?”

So she and I go back and forth a few times and I know the blonde next to us is listening and then at one point she reaches into her handbag, draws out a cigarette and fires it up.  Yup, you could smoke in the malls back then.  

Jacky makes some comment to the effect, “Oh yeah, I’m sure a dumb blonde like you is going to become a doctor.”

So the blonde next to us turns her head and stares right at Jacky who pointedly ignores her and instead looks down at her heels and says to me, “What do you think about these?” 

“Oh, they’re great, I said, how much were they?”

So we start bantering about heels and Jacky says loud enough for the whole mall to hear, “I thought about wearing my Dr. Scholl’s, you know I love them, but they are so out of style it would look stupid.”

Whoa! I’m expecting the blonde with the kids to get into Jacky’s face but here comes the blonde beauty pageant gal walking down the catwalk babbling away into the microphone and Jacky looks up at her and says, “Somebody needs to shut her up.”

Now the blonde gets in Jacky’s face

“No, somebody needs to shut you up.”

So naturally Jacky says, “Not you sweetie.”

No they’re going back and forth with the blonde saying something like “You’re lucky my kids are here with me”, and I eventually drag Jacky away while she’s muttering, “No, you’re lucky, you fucking blonde wimp.”

Truth is the blonde looked pretty tough, her legs, shoulders and back were all muscle.  I imagine she would have done a job on Jacky, but in my girl’s mindset, especially when drunk, blondes were all weak wimps.

After a while, I convinced Jacky to go pay a visit to the ladies room while I held on to the bags and made a pay phone call.

So I’m fumbling around for change, thinking to myself that I’d really enjoy watching the fight at another time but my overarching priority was to get laid, and here comes the blonde pushing the baby carriage with one hand sucking on a cigarette with other, all while her younger blonde daughter walked next to her.’

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick your girlfriend’s ass” she tells me and I snap back, “No you had it right all along, you’re lucky you’ve got your kids with you, they kept you from making a big mistake.”

But I didn’t really believe what I said.

Eventually, she left, Jacky came back, we left the mall, and we ended up having great sex that night but not before she told me that I should have let her beat up the blonde.

A week later, Jacky was in St. Louis and our summer together started.

Blonde vs. brunette?  Oh it went down that summer in Kansas big time.

Unfortunately I’m out of time as it approaches midnight here on the east coast.

Next week, I’m back in Leavenworth Kansas and get to spend my summer watching girls battle each other to include my dark haired, brown eyed Jacky standing toe-to-toe with another blue eyed blonde who wants to take her on!

 But before that, I get to watch some crazy neighborhood wrestling matches!

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http://www.mediafire.com/watch/6tobarouo03x8yn/Berserk__(1967)_Diana_Dors_-Marianne_Stone.wmv

 

Just for the heck of it, the video clip from “Berserk” starring the blonde haired Diana Dors.

Enjoy!  

Blondes vs. Brunettes #37 - Sports Update

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Well another change-up, so to speak.  I thought I’d interrupt the Kansas City Trilogy for a sports update.  Seems that I’ve fallen behind on blondes vs. brunettes football.

Cleveland, Ohio: June 7th.  Blondes beat brunettes 70-52 (huh? wha?) 70-52??? Maybe it was  basketball game.

Louisville, Kentucky: June 7th.  Blondes defeat brunettes, no score available. 
 
Denver, Colorado: June 14^th.  Blondes defeated the brunettes, 40-27.  They also raised over $100,000 for the Alzheimer Association, which I think is nice.

Baton Rouge, Louisiana: June 14^th. Blondes defeated the brunettes, no score given.

Tallahassee, Florida: June 21^st. Blondes defeated the brunettes, although once again, I can’t find the score on any of the web / Facebook pages.

Amarillo, Texas: June 21^st .  Brunettes defeated the blondes ,37-21.

Lubbock, Texas: June 21st. Brunettes defeated the blondes, 20-19. 

 

Columbus, Ohio: June 29^th. Brunettes defeated the blondes in a heart pounding 36-30 victory in triple overtime.  I’d have included pictures, but none of the girls appear to weigh less than 250 pounds, so why bother? Instead, here’s the write up from the Columbus Dispatch,

Divided by hair color but united in their cause, 27 women ran, threw and sometimes tackled yesterday to help end Alzheimer’s disease.  fifth Blondes vs. Brunettes powder-puff football game went down to the wire Downtown at Columbus Commons, with the Brunettes pulling out a 36-30 comeback win in triple overtime in front of about 100 spectators. Blondes vs. Brunettes games are flag football games played by women in more than 35 cities to raise money for Alzheimer’s disease research, care and support. The games have raised more than $3 million nationwide for the Alzheimer’s Association since they started in 2005.  Yesterday’s game raised more than $30,000 for the Central Ohio Chapter of the Alzheimer’s Association, surpassing the $25,000 goal.  Last year’s game raised $19,006.

Blonde team player Nora Goss, 21, of Worthington, played to support her father, Fritz. His early-onset Alzheimer’s was diagnosed when he was 63 and she was a senior in high school. When people meet my dad, they usually don’t think he has Alzheimer, but it affects every aspect of your life and your family’s life Goss said.

During halftime, Chillicothe country singer Brian Dollison played "Sometimes I Forget" his song about Alzheimer’s disease. His grandmother died of the disease in 2003, and his wife’s grandmother is in the early stages of the disease, he said.

 

A couple of weeks back, there was a comment left by “anonymous” asking me to do some analysis on Roland Garros.  Sorry I haven’t got to that yet.  Maybe now that Wimbledon is over, I can do some comprehensive tennis analysis.

In the meantime, here’s an updated Leader Board, with a new entry at the bottom, just tracking 2014 powder puff football results.