Apparently, exactly 2 years ago, I posted this.
The Facebook gods of the past were kind enough to remind me…
I don’t even remember it!
Ugh…
Tag: Facebook
Meet: The Kisser
As soon as I got my first smart phone (about a year and a half ago) I downloaded Tinder and started swiping almost immediately.
I slept with my very first match (not surprisingly – we really hit it off. You’ll see in a minute), but I didn’t share it on my blog.
I couldn’t remember why I decided not to tell you about him…
…and I couldn’t remember why there weren’t subsequent hookups.
I remember where he lived, that the sex was good; I remember his cock and I remember that he was the most amazing kisser!!
So amazing that, of all of the boys/men I’ve kissed since him, only one has even remotely kissed as well, and that’s Dreamboat.
Mr. Player
I was having a “lovely” conversation with a fella on Tinder (because I caved and signed back up *sigh*).
He seemed decent enough. Usually I swipe left on guys without a picture, but this guy had made an effort to write a profile and put his height in it, the words were spelled correctly, AND he made a challenge about having fun!
I figured, what the hell? If I don’t like him, I don’t have to keep talking to him.
As luck would have it, I did enjoy talking to him and, before taking things any further I wanted to see a picture of him.
So we exchanged numbers.
Tsunami Preparedness Week
The real estate brokerage where I work has 3 offices: Denver, Atlanta and Honolulu.
As you may or may not know (I am leaning on the not knowing), this week is Tsunami Preparedness Week.
Last Friday our marketing department made a mistake and scheduled the Honolulu Facebook post for the Denver office.
I still can’t stop laughing!
I Love My Skate Family
While I am away on my annual November Sk8venture, I thought I would be appropriate to post a skate video or two (and add a gratuitous plug for my friends)…
My buddy Jamal, his girl Sweet P and Scorpio (Scorpio isn’t in any of the videos 😦 ) are working together on a project called Roller Skate Reality Show. You can check out their Facebook group here or subscribe to Jamal‘s or The Wood Rydrz channel on YouTube.
A special shout-out to Roller Wonderboy. He came and spent the weekend with me a couple of years ago (here is where I wrote about the potential. I never actually wrote about the actual. My blog was brand new and I was still shy and afraid of being judged by readers… Silly, I know…)
And another video… Cuz I can…
Second Sunday Good-Byes
(This was my first Sunday in Houston, back in July. I’m finishing it because I said I would. The Facebook conversation-parts have all been deleted; I still have the text messages.)
Very early Sunday morning, after sharing some very special intimate moments, I grasped TC’s resting cock and held him in my hand. As we were drifting back into dreamland, he mumbled, “Yours.” In response I squeezed a little tighter for a moment and whispered just below his earlobe, “Yes, Papi. Mine.”
I wished I could have slowed time completely for that single moment. It was so comfortable there with him, nestled into his shoulder. I was warm, sated and felt adored.
We slept until about 8AM and then TC offered to go out and get us coffee again. This time I didn’t object as I had the morning before, understanding that he needed and wanted to be able to do this for me. Also, it’s possible that he wanted some time alone.
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…
Saying Good-Bye
Bear is gone.
The tow truck came and took him away to the junk yard Saturday afternoon.
At least I can take solace in the fact that his parts will be sold to help other trucks, just like him, last longer for other people who love their trucks, just like me.
And he will get to travel and see things… Albeit in pieces…
I got $230.
Return of the Ass Hat (aka: Loserman)
I have finally come to terms with the fact that my truck Bear is not going to get fixed. At least not while *I* still own him.
Originally Loserman was supposed to have Bear fixed by the end of February. That was the deadline I had set for him.
When he didn’t meet that deadline, he set one for himself: the end of March.
In fact, March appears to be the last time in here where I mentioned it or Loserman. (Infuriation? & Oops! I did it again)
There have been some interactions in-between that I almost told you about. One time he came over and showed me everything that he has done and exactly what he was and would be doing. I thought it went well. It seemed like he was really doing something.
A Little More About TC
Obviously I can’t tell you too much about him, this being an ‘anonymous’ blog and all…
But we have both been very transparent with each other, thus far.
Me, especially so, having this blog and all. It’s not like I can lie to him about anything, right? I mean, we met through Twitter. His first comment to me, on Twitter, was in regards to a blog post.
