Friday, January 27, 2012
loneliness
fighting, tonight, the paradox of feeling lonely when there are so many possibilities for human contact: the chef, the occupy activist, a dj, and a painter all asked me out. i want to spend time with someone, but i think i'll go hunting on my own. . . find someone in a cafe, in a bar somewhere in this new hometown of mine. . . take it from there. . . something about leaving it to serendipity, about leaving open the possibility that i'll meet no one and spend a solitary evening, makes it seem the more difficult thing to do.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
mystery beard man
dear charlie d.,
it started with me and a friend leaving a bar, and ended with three used condoms.
ok, it started earlier: i was really, really drunk. [it was a night where 2 beers had me tipsy - but my friends, trying to help ease the pain of losing my job, all bought me drinks. i must have been at least 2 whiskeys and 5 beers in.]
at the bar i did a quick scan of the room. the restaurant had mostly cleared out after our event, but i noticed a guy sitting by the window, flipping through a magazine. i didn't get a great look at him, but from the side and behind he seemed cute. when he dropped his drink off as he was leaving, i got a better look at him. definitely cute.. but, leaving. oh well. there are more mysterious scotch-drinkers in the sea.
my friend and i finished our drinks and headed out. a crazy woman from the bar (crazy as in talking about how she is going to sleep with her ex boyfriend who was there, but wanting me to hang out longer with her) was talking to my mystery beard man. my friend and i joined the conversation. i not-very-politely told the crazy woman that there was no way i could stand another moment with her supremely annoying ex-boyfriend. she left to go talk to said ex-boyfriend. my friend, mystery beard man (mbm) and i chatted for a bit. i think mbm invited both of us to the bar he was going to next. i teased my friend about going back home, where his girlfriend was waiting. the friend left, and i agreed to go to the next bar with my boyfriend for the night.
he was really sweet.
we flirted a lot. the bartender at the new bar liked us; he bought us shots. mbm bought me a couple of beers. he liked my questions. i went to the bathroom at one point, checked myself out. i let my hair down. mbm noticed the instant i came back. cute.
he invited me over, i said yes. mbm paid the tab and we left. outside his building he was locking up his bike and somehow we decided i should try to ride it. i was pretty awful at it, almost ran into a tree. note to self, do not do that when drunk.
he has no roommates. charlie d., i only want to ever go somewhere with no roommates, ok?
he went to the bathroom when we got in and he told me to make myself comfortable. i stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers. he fucking loved it.
i know that i was drunk so some of this is a blur, but he was a good kisser. out of everyone i've been with i think he may have been the best at going down on me. again... drunk. but i somehow was able to relax and let go. he told me my eyes are beautiful. he was very in shape: his shoulders and arms are amazing. his skin was so perfectly soft.
at one point i turned into what i call old me - super self-conscious, afraid that my body is repugnant. i said something about this. he stopped me. he asked me what about my body i was worried about, and then kissed any part that i named.
i hate getting the bed wet. it always makes me very self-conscious. when i came and got it on his bed, i didn't even have time to (mistakenly, i know) apologize; he immediately said he wanted the whole bed wet. cute.
he was too drunk to come, which i feel can be a tricky situation, because it can (and did) lead to... cuddling, kissing, getting another condom, still not able to come. i hate it when that happens.
we slept together naked. he liked cuddling. i knew he had to wake up in something like 3 hours so i tried to move as little as possible. but when i would shift a little, he would pull me close to him (in a good way, not the possessive gross way).
when his alarm went off, he got up. when he saw me shift around, he came over. he said "let's see those eyes again" and stroked my face. he kissed me. he said he was already late for work. we had sex anyway.
let me say... hungover/still drunk sex is not better than drunk sex. i not only had a head ache and morning breath, but was very dehydrated. i wanted to do it but i wanted it to be quick.
he still didn't come. this time i didn't really care... if i wasn't hungover i would have given him a blow job or something but i was too tired and cranky to make the effort.
he said i could stay there and sleep in, but i wanted to get home and sleep in my bed so i put my clothes on along with him. he asked me to write my number down and i realized that this thought had not crossed my mind. i think after being rejected by sparky, i assume that sex with strangers will be a one-time thing unless they make the effort. but i was pleased that mbm wanted it. i wrote down my number, plus a smiley face.
he even gave me directions for how to get home. and, it was then that i realized: we live within walking distance of each other.
hopefully we won't drink so damn much next time.
since i have already heard from him, i am thinking this may be a multi-entry story.
love you,
tab
it started with me and a friend leaving a bar, and ended with three used condoms.
ok, it started earlier: i was really, really drunk. [it was a night where 2 beers had me tipsy - but my friends, trying to help ease the pain of losing my job, all bought me drinks. i must have been at least 2 whiskeys and 5 beers in.]
at the bar i did a quick scan of the room. the restaurant had mostly cleared out after our event, but i noticed a guy sitting by the window, flipping through a magazine. i didn't get a great look at him, but from the side and behind he seemed cute. when he dropped his drink off as he was leaving, i got a better look at him. definitely cute.. but, leaving. oh well. there are more mysterious scotch-drinkers in the sea.
my friend and i finished our drinks and headed out. a crazy woman from the bar (crazy as in talking about how she is going to sleep with her ex boyfriend who was there, but wanting me to hang out longer with her) was talking to my mystery beard man. my friend and i joined the conversation. i not-very-politely told the crazy woman that there was no way i could stand another moment with her supremely annoying ex-boyfriend. she left to go talk to said ex-boyfriend. my friend, mystery beard man (mbm) and i chatted for a bit. i think mbm invited both of us to the bar he was going to next. i teased my friend about going back home, where his girlfriend was waiting. the friend left, and i agreed to go to the next bar with my boyfriend for the night.
he was really sweet.
we flirted a lot. the bartender at the new bar liked us; he bought us shots. mbm bought me a couple of beers. he liked my questions. i went to the bathroom at one point, checked myself out. i let my hair down. mbm noticed the instant i came back. cute.
he invited me over, i said yes. mbm paid the tab and we left. outside his building he was locking up his bike and somehow we decided i should try to ride it. i was pretty awful at it, almost ran into a tree. note to self, do not do that when drunk.
he has no roommates. charlie d., i only want to ever go somewhere with no roommates, ok?
he went to the bathroom when we got in and he told me to make myself comfortable. i stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers. he fucking loved it.
i know that i was drunk so some of this is a blur, but he was a good kisser. out of everyone i've been with i think he may have been the best at going down on me. again... drunk. but i somehow was able to relax and let go. he told me my eyes are beautiful. he was very in shape: his shoulders and arms are amazing. his skin was so perfectly soft.
at one point i turned into what i call old me - super self-conscious, afraid that my body is repugnant. i said something about this. he stopped me. he asked me what about my body i was worried about, and then kissed any part that i named.
i hate getting the bed wet. it always makes me very self-conscious. when i came and got it on his bed, i didn't even have time to (mistakenly, i know) apologize; he immediately said he wanted the whole bed wet. cute.
he was too drunk to come, which i feel can be a tricky situation, because it can (and did) lead to... cuddling, kissing, getting another condom, still not able to come. i hate it when that happens.
we slept together naked. he liked cuddling. i knew he had to wake up in something like 3 hours so i tried to move as little as possible. but when i would shift a little, he would pull me close to him (in a good way, not the possessive gross way).
when his alarm went off, he got up. when he saw me shift around, he came over. he said "let's see those eyes again" and stroked my face. he kissed me. he said he was already late for work. we had sex anyway.
let me say... hungover/still drunk sex is not better than drunk sex. i not only had a head ache and morning breath, but was very dehydrated. i wanted to do it but i wanted it to be quick.
he still didn't come. this time i didn't really care... if i wasn't hungover i would have given him a blow job or something but i was too tired and cranky to make the effort.
he said i could stay there and sleep in, but i wanted to get home and sleep in my bed so i put my clothes on along with him. he asked me to write my number down and i realized that this thought had not crossed my mind. i think after being rejected by sparky, i assume that sex with strangers will be a one-time thing unless they make the effort. but i was pleased that mbm wanted it. i wrote down my number, plus a smiley face.
he even gave me directions for how to get home. and, it was then that i realized: we live within walking distance of each other.
hopefully we won't drink so damn much next time.
since i have already heard from him, i am thinking this may be a multi-entry story.
love you,
tab
Sunday, January 8, 2012
the ex coworker coffee date
dear charlie d.,
yesterday i found out that the guy i messaged was actually an ex coworker. there was a flash of embarrassment, but it didn't last long - after all, in a way i liked the idea that he is someone i'm familiar with. i was at a party with people when i read his message, so i decided to table responding until i was at home again in front of the computer. and less drunk.
today, i woke up feeling hungover but ambitious: i wanted to do laundry, go running, check out the farmer's market... but first i needed to drink some water and wake up slowly while watching Bored to Death. i also logged onto the dating site, and got an im from the coworker.
we chatted about what we've been up to, he is in school and usually out of town but visits nyc frequently. he's in an open relationship with a queer girl who's also on the site. her profile is great, she's sex positive, and it sounds like we would get along well. we talked about the possibility of a threesome, or at least a date with all 3 of us. and talked about just me and him, or just me and her... too many options. he seemed very sure that he would want to fool around, but also got that it was important to make sure the vibe felt right first. i tend to plan things too far in advance and it makes the moment less exciting, so i am making a conscious effort to stop doing that.
we set up a date to grab coffee at the spot in my neighborhood where you and i went (yes, i am being vague but i think you know where i mean). he only had a couple of hours til he had to go back to the girl's place, as he had her keys and needed to be there to let her in.
i wore a form-fitting, short sweater dress, black sort-of-lacy tights, and my knee-high boots.
we sat and talked. he's really, really smart. very open and progressive and he really listens when you talk. he is passionate about what he does - he said he knows he's pursuing the right career because he actually reads articles/books on the topic for fun, outside of class. i like that.
at one point he reached over and held my hand.. he also commented on my tights. i commented on his plaid shirt. he asked if i wanted to go somewhere and make out. i said yes. on the way back to my apartment, he swept me up and kissed me. he touched my ass. i liked that.. i was feeling a little shy, so him being bold worked well for me.
we didn't really waste much time once he came over, since he was on a time crunch. we sensual danced a little bit and made out. as clothes came off, he was very focused on wanting to go down on me, and overall was somewhat rough in bed. he spanked me. he pulled my hair. he used a magnum condom. he played with being dominant but also liked it when i pushed back.
we lay in bed naked after and talked for a bit. we held hands. he said he thinks my eyes are beautiful. it was cute.
i think he was surprised that i wasn't offended that he had to leave so quickly after we were done.
overall, a good experience for me. things i learned from this:
- i don't need alcohol to have sex (or, sex with someone i don't know that well). at several points throughout the 'date' and before we started fooling around, i felt like i wanted a drink to help me relax. but, looking back, i mostly was relaxed - and didn't need alcohol to make me less inhibited.
- i am slowly feeling less ashamed of my body. usually when i get naked, i am immediately filled with shame and feel like i need to apologize or caveat something. my therapist said "these people are sleeping with you and they're not running away" which helped me realize that i am the only one who dislikes myself, and i have no reason to. so, even though i instinctually cringe a little bit when my panties come off, this fear and shame has become a shadow of what it used to be.
- i still have trouble with orgasms sometimes. i did orgasm twice, but they weren't as intense/long as i feel like they are when i am totally comfortable. i think when i start to feel it coming, i get up in my head about it and feel self-conscious, which distracts me from fully feeling it and sometimes leads to me holding back... it's regrettable.
he texted me afterward: "nice getting coffee with you"
and online later, wrote me "damn that was good"
of course it was. have you MET me?
love you, miss you.
- tab
yesterday i found out that the guy i messaged was actually an ex coworker. there was a flash of embarrassment, but it didn't last long - after all, in a way i liked the idea that he is someone i'm familiar with. i was at a party with people when i read his message, so i decided to table responding until i was at home again in front of the computer. and less drunk.
today, i woke up feeling hungover but ambitious: i wanted to do laundry, go running, check out the farmer's market... but first i needed to drink some water and wake up slowly while watching Bored to Death. i also logged onto the dating site, and got an im from the coworker.
we chatted about what we've been up to, he is in school and usually out of town but visits nyc frequently. he's in an open relationship with a queer girl who's also on the site. her profile is great, she's sex positive, and it sounds like we would get along well. we talked about the possibility of a threesome, or at least a date with all 3 of us. and talked about just me and him, or just me and her... too many options. he seemed very sure that he would want to fool around, but also got that it was important to make sure the vibe felt right first. i tend to plan things too far in advance and it makes the moment less exciting, so i am making a conscious effort to stop doing that.
we set up a date to grab coffee at the spot in my neighborhood where you and i went (yes, i am being vague but i think you know where i mean). he only had a couple of hours til he had to go back to the girl's place, as he had her keys and needed to be there to let her in.
i wore a form-fitting, short sweater dress, black sort-of-lacy tights, and my knee-high boots.
we sat and talked. he's really, really smart. very open and progressive and he really listens when you talk. he is passionate about what he does - he said he knows he's pursuing the right career because he actually reads articles/books on the topic for fun, outside of class. i like that.
at one point he reached over and held my hand.. he also commented on my tights. i commented on his plaid shirt. he asked if i wanted to go somewhere and make out. i said yes. on the way back to my apartment, he swept me up and kissed me. he touched my ass. i liked that.. i was feeling a little shy, so him being bold worked well for me.
we didn't really waste much time once he came over, since he was on a time crunch. we sensual danced a little bit and made out. as clothes came off, he was very focused on wanting to go down on me, and overall was somewhat rough in bed. he spanked me. he pulled my hair. he used a magnum condom. he played with being dominant but also liked it when i pushed back.
we lay in bed naked after and talked for a bit. we held hands. he said he thinks my eyes are beautiful. it was cute.
i think he was surprised that i wasn't offended that he had to leave so quickly after we were done.
overall, a good experience for me. things i learned from this:
- i don't need alcohol to have sex (or, sex with someone i don't know that well). at several points throughout the 'date' and before we started fooling around, i felt like i wanted a drink to help me relax. but, looking back, i mostly was relaxed - and didn't need alcohol to make me less inhibited.
- i am slowly feeling less ashamed of my body. usually when i get naked, i am immediately filled with shame and feel like i need to apologize or caveat something. my therapist said "these people are sleeping with you and they're not running away" which helped me realize that i am the only one who dislikes myself, and i have no reason to. so, even though i instinctually cringe a little bit when my panties come off, this fear and shame has become a shadow of what it used to be.
- i still have trouble with orgasms sometimes. i did orgasm twice, but they weren't as intense/long as i feel like they are when i am totally comfortable. i think when i start to feel it coming, i get up in my head about it and feel self-conscious, which distracts me from fully feeling it and sometimes leads to me holding back... it's regrettable.
he texted me afterward: "nice getting coffee with you"
and online later, wrote me "damn that was good"
of course it was. have you MET me?
love you, miss you.
- tab
Thursday, December 22, 2011
dear The Accidental Bitch,
i only had time to see j. twice before i left chicago for brooklyn. both dates were wonderful: honest, mature, very sexy and playful. for example, we met downtown on the first date, had coffee and walked along michigan avenue in front of a row of famous buildings across from millennium park. he kissed me under cloud gate (the silver bean sculpture), we messed around in this part of the park (my favorite) with prairie grass and coniferous tree walls; you can see skyscrapers above the treeline, and it feels like you're at the intersection of two eras. there's enough privacy for heavy petting: benches ensconced in the wall of trees, sparse lighting. (it's a good spot; I find myself there often.) we went to the art institute wing of modern art after that, could barely keep our hands off of each other. and then a light dinner, a very horny cab ride down to hyde park (poor cabbie), a hornier movie (a 1940s horror film at doc films), and then his dorm room.
in other words, a perfect date with someone you don't plan on being too serious with: j. is smart (an MA student at UChicago), funny (he used to be a comedian), and respectful without being self-conscious or prude (two huge turn-offs).
plus, lumberjack beard and body.
our sexual relationship is very specific. let me start by saying that i initiated this relationship, and i'm fulfilled by it. it mostly involves me pleasing him: he tells me what to do, and i do it. He rewards me when i do what he wants. this, i guess, is a form of teasing (on his end) that i understand.
because we're both away from Chicago right now, we were forced to put our relationship on hiatus. he started texting me, we've been sexting. we're both very articulate people, so it works really well. i like the thought of him thinking of me, jerking off to me. i don't always think about him when i'm getting myself off. i don't even usually. But i like that i've kept his attention, and i think where he's at sexually (and where I'm able to be with him sexually: submissive without feeling disrespected) are interesting places.
he's newly divorced from a wife who didn't like sex. he's felt ashamed of wanting as much sex as he does, and especially ashamed of wanting head. he's also ashamed of having a (common hetero male) desire to watch two women kiss and fondle. i don't really like describing my encounters with women to hetero men just to get them off. it's not my thing. i feel like the sex i have with women has a different shape and character: crossing worlds (threesomes excepted) seems to violate something. it's a mistranslation that most men can't hear. in my experience, anyway.
but i want him to feel more comfortable with this desire, with desire in general. he's older, he's on a path of exploration. why should he feel he deserves less than he desires? that's when people start robbing love from others. when they lie to get what they don't believe they can or should get otherwise. So i've indulged him a little, describing a few more random lesbian encounters i've had.
two nights ago, after we've gotten each other off sexting, he does something strange. i don't think he's doing it to get me off (he knew i had finished), and it's not for him (because he had finished). he started describing to me what he thinks a threesome with me and another woman would be like. in his vision, he fucks the other woman while i watch, then as he cuddles with her, i suck him off. then, and i quote, "when i come, i'll give you to her as a present, and you can make out with her while i watch. only after you get her off can you come and cuddle with us."
i had no idea how to respond. first of all, i'm more comfortable being the center of a threesome, and with a gay woman involved. second of all, i hated that this woman was faceless, really uninvolved, an object in the desire we share. okay, so there isn't actually an existent person to focus our desire on, but come on! third, it really surprised me that he misunderstood our dominant/submissive sex so baldly. beneath the dominance is a mutual respect . . . he respects my intelligence, we have conversations about intellectual and artistic topics. we've talked about where we are both at in life. We are, to each other, more than objects. i need that respect and compassion to be vulnerable in the submissive role. it's play. i don't like being abused, bossed around. i like being generous and having that generosity rewarded and fulfilled . . . i didn't like that with the addition of this object--another woman--he violated the terms of that relationship.
which worries me. maybe he doesn't understand the relationship at all. and i don't know whether to help him understand (to establish boundaries) or protect myself and end the exchange . . .
oh, modern love.
sorry, long post. just wanted everything about the respectful (romantic?) part of our relationship to be clear before I explained the bedroom.
heart,
charlie d.
i only had time to see j. twice before i left chicago for brooklyn. both dates were wonderful: honest, mature, very sexy and playful. for example, we met downtown on the first date, had coffee and walked along michigan avenue in front of a row of famous buildings across from millennium park. he kissed me under cloud gate (the silver bean sculpture), we messed around in this part of the park (my favorite) with prairie grass and coniferous tree walls; you can see skyscrapers above the treeline, and it feels like you're at the intersection of two eras. there's enough privacy for heavy petting: benches ensconced in the wall of trees, sparse lighting. (it's a good spot; I find myself there often.) we went to the art institute wing of modern art after that, could barely keep our hands off of each other. and then a light dinner, a very horny cab ride down to hyde park (poor cabbie), a hornier movie (a 1940s horror film at doc films), and then his dorm room.
in other words, a perfect date with someone you don't plan on being too serious with: j. is smart (an MA student at UChicago), funny (he used to be a comedian), and respectful without being self-conscious or prude (two huge turn-offs).
plus, lumberjack beard and body.
our sexual relationship is very specific. let me start by saying that i initiated this relationship, and i'm fulfilled by it. it mostly involves me pleasing him: he tells me what to do, and i do it. He rewards me when i do what he wants. this, i guess, is a form of teasing (on his end) that i understand.
because we're both away from Chicago right now, we were forced to put our relationship on hiatus. he started texting me, we've been sexting. we're both very articulate people, so it works really well. i like the thought of him thinking of me, jerking off to me. i don't always think about him when i'm getting myself off. i don't even usually. But i like that i've kept his attention, and i think where he's at sexually (and where I'm able to be with him sexually: submissive without feeling disrespected) are interesting places.
he's newly divorced from a wife who didn't like sex. he's felt ashamed of wanting as much sex as he does, and especially ashamed of wanting head. he's also ashamed of having a (common hetero male) desire to watch two women kiss and fondle. i don't really like describing my encounters with women to hetero men just to get them off. it's not my thing. i feel like the sex i have with women has a different shape and character: crossing worlds (threesomes excepted) seems to violate something. it's a mistranslation that most men can't hear. in my experience, anyway.
but i want him to feel more comfortable with this desire, with desire in general. he's older, he's on a path of exploration. why should he feel he deserves less than he desires? that's when people start robbing love from others. when they lie to get what they don't believe they can or should get otherwise. So i've indulged him a little, describing a few more random lesbian encounters i've had.
two nights ago, after we've gotten each other off sexting, he does something strange. i don't think he's doing it to get me off (he knew i had finished), and it's not for him (because he had finished). he started describing to me what he thinks a threesome with me and another woman would be like. in his vision, he fucks the other woman while i watch, then as he cuddles with her, i suck him off. then, and i quote, "when i come, i'll give you to her as a present, and you can make out with her while i watch. only after you get her off can you come and cuddle with us."
i had no idea how to respond. first of all, i'm more comfortable being the center of a threesome, and with a gay woman involved. second of all, i hated that this woman was faceless, really uninvolved, an object in the desire we share. okay, so there isn't actually an existent person to focus our desire on, but come on! third, it really surprised me that he misunderstood our dominant/submissive sex so baldly. beneath the dominance is a mutual respect . . . he respects my intelligence, we have conversations about intellectual and artistic topics. we've talked about where we are both at in life. We are, to each other, more than objects. i need that respect and compassion to be vulnerable in the submissive role. it's play. i don't like being abused, bossed around. i like being generous and having that generosity rewarded and fulfilled . . . i didn't like that with the addition of this object--another woman--he violated the terms of that relationship.
which worries me. maybe he doesn't understand the relationship at all. and i don't know whether to help him understand (to establish boundaries) or protect myself and end the exchange . . .
oh, modern love.
sorry, long post. just wanted everything about the respectful (romantic?) part of our relationship to be clear before I explained the bedroom.
heart,
charlie d.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
dear charlie d.,
i think you might be amused by this metaphor-filled text message conversation i had. this is someone i've seen amongst friends off and on for a year or two. i believe i showed you this person on facebook and you said "too skinny." forget about all that.
shortly after i was single, i saw him for the first time in several months. we had (still have?) some half-baked plan to start a writing group, which we have been talking about forever.
one night shortly after that, he invited me out to meet him and a friend of his who were grabbing a drink. it sounded like he wasn't going to stay out much longer, and i was about 15 blocks away, so i told him such. he responded that he would owe me a foot rub for my troubles.
shortly after i arrived, writer guy's friend left the bar and it was just the two of us. we realized we were both very hungry, and ended up at a diner where i had the most disgusting pasta of my ENTIRE LIFE (no joke. it was like miso soup with penne and a sheet of mozzarella)
after we parted ways...
Him- Nice to see you in a different context last night :)
Me- Yeah, that was fun! Then he realized...
Him- I owe you a footrub or equivalent!
i, being too busy for a response, waited 3 days (and 3 beers) to respond.
Me- So, what is the "equivalent" of a footrub?
Him- That is a very, very good question :)
Me- And?
Him- Certainly includes shoulders at least
Me- Oh, so massages can't be exchanged for non massage items at the [writer guy] store?
Him- You're trying to get out of a massage?? Haha...we can talk exchange. We at the [writer guy] store stand by our many excellent products!
Me- Not so fast, I am definitely interested in the massage! Just curious to know more about the other products...
Me- Maybe I can just browse the store
Him- Haha.. we can arrange a private viewing this weekend perhaps ;)
Me- Ooh, I did hear somewhere that the [writer guy] store is by appointment only.
Me- When will the owner be available?
Him- Friday is looking promising to open the shop
Him- If you can wait that long
Me- Ha
Me- Most of my shopping is impulse purchases
Him- We cater to your personal shopping style. Are you requesting rush delivery?
sadly I could not follow through... stupid work. but he is definitely interested. though then had to go to south america to do some kind of charity work.
hope this amused you!
<3 love <3
i think you might be amused by this metaphor-filled text message conversation i had. this is someone i've seen amongst friends off and on for a year or two. i believe i showed you this person on facebook and you said "too skinny." forget about all that.
shortly after i was single, i saw him for the first time in several months. we had (still have?) some half-baked plan to start a writing group, which we have been talking about forever.
one night shortly after that, he invited me out to meet him and a friend of his who were grabbing a drink. it sounded like he wasn't going to stay out much longer, and i was about 15 blocks away, so i told him such. he responded that he would owe me a foot rub for my troubles.
shortly after i arrived, writer guy's friend left the bar and it was just the two of us. we realized we were both very hungry, and ended up at a diner where i had the most disgusting pasta of my ENTIRE LIFE (no joke. it was like miso soup with penne and a sheet of mozzarella)
after we parted ways...
Him- Nice to see you in a different context last night :)
Me- Yeah, that was fun! Then he realized...
Him- I owe you a footrub or equivalent!
i, being too busy for a response, waited 3 days (and 3 beers) to respond.
Me- So, what is the "equivalent" of a footrub?
Him- That is a very, very good question :)
Me- And?
Him- Certainly includes shoulders at least
Me- Oh, so massages can't be exchanged for non massage items at the [writer guy] store?
Him- You're trying to get out of a massage?? Haha...we can talk exchange. We at the [writer guy] store stand by our many excellent products!
Me- Not so fast, I am definitely interested in the massage! Just curious to know more about the other products...
Me- Maybe I can just browse the store
Him- Haha.. we can arrange a private viewing this weekend perhaps ;)
Me- Ooh, I did hear somewhere that the [writer guy] store is by appointment only.
Me- When will the owner be available?
Him- Friday is looking promising to open the shop
Him- If you can wait that long
Me- Ha
Me- Most of my shopping is impulse purchases
Him- We cater to your personal shopping style. Are you requesting rush delivery?
sadly I could not follow through... stupid work. but he is definitely interested. though then had to go to south america to do some kind of charity work.
hope this amused you!
<3 love <3
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
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