I took last night off, went on a date with a guy who lives an hour and a half away from me, he is an artist at a print shop and is in the family business. Nice guy, sweet date, lots of cuddling, but not really my type and I am not attracted to him in the least. So I thanked him for a good time and told him good luck with his next date.
I thought I was done with dating, but I have so so many dates lined on my calendar for the next month or so that I figured I would keep it up till I connect with someone.
Brad from the other night has totally blown me off. Tells me he is too busy to see me or call me. Which is fine, I certainly am not someone who requires attention all the time. But I hate being tossed like tissue paper. That stung. He fucks me, he leaves after 5 minutes, and then….. wa-la… gone like the wind.
But I am having fun… I am having a good time, and doing great!
Shoutouts:
Had a wonderful call with my Prince Charming who was my awesome dj in a kick ass club, had an awesome girly call with my Connecticut pantyboy, a sexy call with my schoolgirl slut, and had an insatiable romantic call with my St. Louis lover and my brand new clit pump!
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