Jan
23
[…continued from Punctured Charm…]
I was getting on just fine with this guy I met at my fave bar.
Physical attraction? Check. Personal connection? Check. Mutual desire? Check.
We were doing pretty well.
“C’mon, let’s go,” he said.
In the course of our conversation, he had described some of the things he wanted to do to me and the way he would treat me, and what he would have me do to him, and it was exactly as if he was reading my fantasies to me. (Perhaps not the classiest things in the world to say to me at our first meeting, but I was in a forgiving mood. :P)
I tossed around the possibilities in my mind. Should I? …
(Conclusion, next week.)
Sep
29
Friday at Southern Comfort was a crowded scene. I’d been there a few days and by then, the sight of a massive group of t-girls seems more normal than not…
I spent a while at Starbucks, finding out how far behind in my emails I had fallen and trying to write up some of my experiences.
I was hoping to get some exercise and some shopping in, but no dice. To be honest, I just didn’t get up any desire to shop. Maybe it was sensory overload, I don’t know, but the urge just wasn’t there.
On some level, I am so overwhelmed that I don’t know what I feel. I haven’t been able to catch my breath. There are about 800 attendees at Southern Comfort, and meeting everyone is a large part of the event.
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