About five-years ago, I was in my emotional shoot-out stage. You know where anything sounds good and you’d do anyone who gives you some attention. I had a friend, who incidentally I saw a few months ago, who used to put on a leather panama hat and use a bullwhip, and I guess that many of us were ok getting naked for her. I wouldn’t have sex with her, but there was a wild, drunken night at my house in the summer of 2008. I remember that my now roommate cried in my basement about that, because she wanted to date me. Turns out, I didn’t really want to date anyone and it would be six more months before I let any girl do anything below my waist with me, and that was my cowgirl with the incredible body, but bad voice and teeth.
My workout partner thinks that the woman who I met while trying to get a cushion redone and my blind fixed wants to get me naked with her partner in their pool. I think that is really hot to think about, but I won’t do much in that scenario. Mainly because that time has passed for me and went out with the bullwhip episode. I’m still intrigued about their party and their “friend.” So, we shall see.
I’m going to call Lonely Girl, Scrubs. It’s dangerous, but so is this blog. Scrubs texted me yesterday. I was at the Credit Union so I just called her. She wanted to chat too and was going to work late and drinking coffee on her stoop. We had a nice convo. I’m just not sure about her. I need more time to get to know her. I’m not really completely attracted to her, and I think that she senses that, but I do like her dimples and her legs. I should take her on a proper date. I need to hike and bike with her a few times, and then maybe will do that. That is if I’m not attracted to the Designer and her girl’s friend.
I am also fine with status quo. I get kind of ready for some action every once and awhile, but I don’t want action that is casual. I want to really know well the next girl who I wake up with in the morning, or can’t sleep next to until I am completely exhausted and the sun is rising.