Well, dear readers, it’s been a long and interesting summer so far, and not showing any signs of slowing yet. I’ve had many adventures (so many I’ve not really had time to write about them!) There have been tall ones, short ones, thin ones, fat ones, and everything in between. It’s been a wonderfully hot summer!I’ve dated a writer, a carpenter, a stone mason, a Fed, a medical marijuana grower, a photographer, a couple of computer techs, a naval communications officer, a chef, a factory worker, a college student, and am currently being chased (hard!) by a high school football jock! He’s legal; don’t worry, I’ve checked! He’s also employed and has the body of a Greek god—with an 8-½ inch cock. If I were a sculptor, that guy would be the model for my take on a post-modern David.
I have to admit I’ve pissed a few off, too. I make them work for it. Real dates (generally speaking,) not just sex. I am operating under the principle that nothing worth having is ever easy. Some of them don’t get the idea that AFF isn’t some sort of free call-girl service. But I don’t give a big shit if they like it (or me) or not. Any one of them that chooses to move on just makes space for another. Believe me, there is always another.
My engineering student and I continue to grow closer. I’m torn now between spending time with him and inevitably falling for him, only to have to end it, and staying the hell away from that emotional mine field. This is no easy decision. I adore him. (Yes, I’m talking about you, my little sweetie!) Were he only ten years older than he is, he would truly be my ideal man. Of course, this is not new information to him.
I think the Fed is going to be a serious relationship, which is really odd because I have to break a 25-year self-imposed rule, which states that I shall NOT date cops. He insists that he’s not a cop—anymore. But a man employed by the government for investigative purposes is still a cop in my book. He’s a federal investigator, not a police or sheriff’s officer, so he argues that he’s not a cop. Honey, if the badge fits…
We have our first date on Thursday, and in this case the waiting (as Tom Petty said so well,) is the hardest part. He and I are, on paper at least, a great sexual, intellectual, and emotional match. I’m a little kinkier than he is, but if I can take a step back, and he can take a step forward, we will be fine.
There will be another entry forthwith which my long time readers will be heaving great sighs of relief to read. Well, at the end anyway! ;-)
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