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It’s Monday morning and fuckall…it’s snowing AGAIN! I am so beaten down by this weather, I can’t even find the appropriate words. Thank God that I’ve got a job I mostly enjoy, a dude who fucks me regularly and vacation plans within the next 6 weeks. Yay me! <—-That was totally fake as I really am feeling weather beaten.

Aside from that though, life seems to be taking a break from kicking my ass. And it’s greatly appreciated. Greg and I have been spending a good deal of time together and it has been quite enjoyable. Every minute of it. We’re 5 weeks in and feeling no pain. It does feel like much longer though. I think that’s because we see each other often and when we do, we spend a lot of time talking. There’s no TV to distract us so we eat, drink, talk and fuck each other’s brains out. For a man in his 40s his stamina is truly impressive. I’m accustomed to sex once at night OR in the morning. With Greg, it’s twice at night and quite possibly in the morning. If we have sex only once at night, we definitely go a round in the morning. The first time we had sex, we did it 4 times in 24 hours. Lol. I think we both broke some long held records.

Sex with him is oh, SO enjoyable! He is playful, giving and attentive. He loves sex and so we have a lot of it. He makes sure that I cum before he does. He is less experienced than I am in terms of sexual adventures and I find that endearing. He thinks it’s exciting. He‘s never had a 3-some but I have. He thinks that pushing the envelope is anal sex. Lol. I think that’s so cute. I have given him carte blanche to do whatever he wants, try whatever he wants, and explore his sexuality as much, as deep, or as far as he wants to. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say. I want to be the one to take him past his previously manufactured boundaries. It’s exciting to both of us.

We also have lots of silly, serious, interesting, intellectual, funny conversations. I told him the other night that he is the most serious fun guy that I’ve ever met. Or the most fun, serious guy that I’ve ever met. He is mature and serious one minute and then the next he is saying or doing something completely silly to crack me up. His sense of humor is ever-present but cleverly disguised. He is quick to smile and laugh but is as swiftly serious, intellectual Greg. He is a voracious reader. And strikingly intelligent. Sometimes intimidating.

He’s also affection personified. Full of random hugs and kisses. So handsome. So tall. I’m never with him without wanting to climb aboard. He cooks for me too! I know it’s early on and everything is supposed to come up smelling roses but guess what, it doesn’t always and it is with with him so yeay me. For realzz.

Thus far, I’ve haven’t had anything to stress about where he’s concerned. And when I find myself trying to manufacture problems, I swiftly kick myself. This situation is moving along well and I’m putting no pressure on it, myself or him. If it turns out to be long term, that’s great. If it turns out to be short lived, as long as we both respect each other’s feelings, I will live with that. It’s easier to navigate the start of a relationship if you remove the self-imposed pressure. That’s sounds so easy, but it’s really not. I obsessively look ahead and try to map relationships out. And, you know what’s ahead? Well, me neither. And so I have to constantly remind myself to just take it easy. Let it play out. Don’t try to map it out. Just see where it goes. So far, it’s working and I feel rewarded for the effort I’m putting in.

The aforementioned vacay will take me to Barbados. Home again, home again, jiggidy jig. I’m looking forward to it but it’s less of a vacation and more of just a trip to see my family and friends.

Life has been pretty much busy with work, busy with Greg and sleeping. I can’t complain. I’m feeling lucky and I like the feeling.

Till next time. Cheers!

vt

Winter be damned!

I promised myself that I’d write more in 2014. The problem with that promise is that I assumed at the time that I’d have something to write about. I don’t, really. But here I am anyway.

The first 6 weeks of the year have been pretty uneventful. And cold as fuck. So the latter has greatly impacted the former. I’m not a fan of winter weather so I’ve been playing it close to the apartment. My social life has taken a hit but IDGAF.

Recently though, I shed that attitude, bundled up and went out for some drinks and socializing. And I looked uhmahzing! New hairstyle, new dress and a whole lotta confidence. I was supposed to meet 2 friends but upon entering the establishment received a text that one of them was standing me up. No reason, excuse or explanation, she just decided less than 1/2 after we last spoke that she wasn’t coming. Now, that’s the sorta shit that will get you quickly escorted off the “friend” list.

The second friend was minutes away from leaving her house. That meant that I was going to be at this place by myself for at least an hour. What was a girl to do? Well, I am who I am and who I am is a friendly, personable, attractive woman with top-notch conversational skills. It was a social event with good looking people my age so I dove right in.

First I got myself a drink and surveyed the room. As I was mid-survey, a good looking guy came up and started a conversation. He was funny and could hold his own. We laughed and talked a bit about what brought us both to this place. That and for some reason, running. It was good conversation but after a few minutes he went back to his friends.

As I completed my previously-interrupted survey of the room, I settled my eyes on a tall, handsome, bearded guy walking my way. Our eyes met and I did that thing that girls do that make it clear to a guy that he should stop and say hi. And he did. Cause, well, I’m not new to this.

He stopped, introduced himself, (Greg) and the rest of the evening (3+ hours) was a blissful, non-stop dive into the “getting-to-know-you” pool. I literally spent the next 3+ hours talking to this guy about everything (except politics and religion). A few times when we came up for air, I saw people looking at us like, what the hell? We had moved from the bar to the couch and were simply engrossed in each other. My girlfriend arrived and we invited her to join us but she chose instead to work the room on her own. I sent her on her merry way cause truth be told, I had no interest in anyone but Greg. He was funny and smart and talented and seemed to like him some me. Which is always a good thing. He is an engineer by trade, an amateur mechanic who restores vintage cars and plays the bass trombone in a band. Lol. Just enough quirk to fascinate me. We talked about family, travel, work, friends, love, loss, society, music, and everything in between.

When it came time to call it a night, he walked my friend and I out, we exchanged numbers, made plans for a dinner date when he returned from a trip out of town, and basically marveled at what a great connection was made on a random evening out.

He texted me the next day (still funny over text thank God) and let me know that he would try to work his schedule so that we could do dinner before he left for his trip.

Lads and lasses, lesson learned…put your clothes on, pretty up yourself and get out of the house! You never know what good things await you on the other side of the door.

Stay tuned!

VT