Smitten with Him

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Feeling Not So Sexy

Grey hair

Flabby tummy

Menopause doldrums

Stiff joints

Achy back

Weeble-wobble walk

Wonder

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Scattered

whatever the fuck that means… It seemed fitting.

I haven’t been talking about Mick much on here because a ton of things have been happening in a very short time. I don’t know what I want to share and what I don’t.

We’ve spent one night a week together every single week since things got started with us at the end of February, nearly every single Sunday afternoon, a couple of Friday evenings, and we also meet most Tuesdays for ‘lunch’. Sex is only involved on the night we spend together. Tuesdays there is a lot of kissing and touching, sometimes he puts his hands around my neck… Fridays we just hang out somewhere cool, and Sundays seem to be our “talking day” with some kissing and touching and, once, sex.

We made our 6-month agreement on a Sunday and have been discussing our “relationship” pretty much every Sunday since then. Every conversation is a productive one, whether good or bad. He thinks all of them have been good; I think most of them have been productive but they have left me feeling like shit more often than not.

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6 Months

She Wants

It’s been a little over a week since Mick had his flashback.

We have since spent another Thursday night, Friday evening and Sunday afternoon together – with and without kink and completely without incident.

Other than the two posts (Sharing Space and Mind and About Last Night), I haven’t written about it because my emotions have been pretty scrambled.

Thursday night was special to me because Mick accidentally let me see a part of his inner self. But after that, *he* was having issues with letting his guard down too much with me and *I* was having issues with liking him too much.

Spending Friday night with Alaska was supposed to help put some distance between Mick and me. Instead, it put more distance between Alaska and me (which is what needed to happen anyway).

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I Won’t Date a Smoker (or Someone Who Doesn’t Pay His Bills)

bad_date

Last night I had a date with someone I met on Tinder over the holidays.

What a nightmare!

Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, but it was pretty abysmal.

We met at the Starbucks by his house after I got off work. Dinner was out because he was “low on funds right now.”

He was already inside when I got there and stood up to greet me and give me a hug when I got to the table. But he didn’t offer to get me a drink or food or anything.

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Do You Think This Was Too Mean?

After TC broke up with me, I returned the bras and panties he gave to me, along with this letter:

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I probably shouldn’t have said what I did, but I am very upset that he didn’t have the grown-up-man parts to have an actual conversation with me to dump my ass. So, I wanted to be a total fucking bitch (well, not “total” – I really did hold back from “going Chernobyl” on his ass. It could have been much worse. Who knows, maybe it will be when if he sends back my necklace.)

But, at the end I was still a tiny bit nice…

And I meant what I said.

Every

Single

Word

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Making Up

TakeAway

Monday evening TC and I finally talked.

I didn’t want to go any longer without talking because every day that went by was making me panic more and more.

Also, there is the fact that I am supposed to be visiting him next Friday. That was freaking me out most of all.

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A Bone

Last night TC tossed me a bone, but I was so busy freaking out and trying to get him to talk to me that I didn’t see it.

I didn’t see it because he sent me the message on Facebook and I haven’t been communicating with him that way this week — it’s been text, email and Twitter. Also, I don’t have a smart phone, so I don’t get any beeps or signals that I have received a message/status update/etc. Unless you text or call me, you pretty much have to wait until I log into my laptop – and then to Facebook. TC is aware of this.

And I was using Twitter because he is my Twitter crush and that’s where we met…

I am sure there is something subconscious in there that wanted me to take our disagreement to a more “virtual” platform: like Twitter, where we started off anonymously, instead of Facebook where we are both real.

Or, maybe I wanted to take it there because that was our initial forum, where we first got to know each other…

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The Rest of My Saturday with TC

One of the first things I brought up with TC after breakfast was the way his body quakes and trembles whenever I touch him. Even the slightest touch… I think that will forever fascinate me. Or, at least I hope it will!

After finishing coffee, we moved over to the bed so I could give him a back rub. I wanted to get him good and relaxed enough that he might be able to fall back asleep again, but no such “luck”. Instead, he rolled over and told me he was ready for a snack 😉 So I complied by climbing up to the head of the bed, grabbing onto the headboard and sitting on his face.

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Oops! I did it again…

It turns out I like this being-passive-aggressive-thing when dealing with Loserman

Loserman did NOT work on my truck, Bear, last weekend like he promised (but he did manage to move it to the other side of the parking lot – something he’s also supposed to be doing).

So, I called him Monday morning while I was driving to work.

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My “Private” Facebook Rant to Loserman

True-Friends

I sent the following message this Monday:

FixMyTruck-rev

No response at all, so I tried again Tuesday morning:

FixMyTruck2

Again, no response.

So…

I decided that, since Facebook is Loserman‘s preferred forum for communication and he’s decided to ignore me in the real world (unless he’s been in jail, laid up in a hospital or dead), I would try to get his attention via the virtual one instead.

Don’t worry, though. I am not a teenage girl and I did not post this status update for everyone’s eyes: just mine and Loserman’s (and now yours 😉 ).

ITrustedYou

I guess that worked because, 5 hours later, I got this text response from him:

o-ring

He’s been waiting for that “o-ring” since before he dismantled my engine over a month ago. I’m 90% sure his statement was a lie: a stall tactic because he hasn’t done or ordered shit!

But, at least it’s something, right?

Ha ha

Here’s my response:

o-ring-response

He did not reply, but I can see that it was delivered to him.

I have had about as much shit I can take from his Loserman ass. Two and a half more weeks will probably put me at my limit, if not over the top.

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