Read Part 1 HERE
For all the ‘screwing around’ we’d been doing over the past couple of days, Dreamboat still hadn’t had one single orgasm, which he says is totally normal to him. While I’d cum countless times…
He and I have talked about it before, blue balls and all that, but he says that he’s never experienced that phenomenon even once. Personally, I feel bad and kind of like a failure when I don’t bring my partner to climax.
This may be oversharing, but WTF this is my blog… Dreamboat has one fake testicle. He was in a car accident when he was a teenager and now he’s left with a pretty messed up ankle and a fake testicle. The right one feels like a ping pong ball and the left one feels normal. Needless to say, it makes giving him head a bit interesting…
Oh! And another thing, he doesn’t even like blow jobs (Not even mine!)!!! He giggles like it tickles him. LOL! (Although, I have to admit it’s kind of nice to get a break from Alaska’s almost-constant face-fucking)
My weekend in Steamboat Springs with Dreamboat was pretty dang fun!
However, we didn’t talk about anything serious until Sunday afternoon, and then it was only a result of circumstance…
Friday was fairly uneventful. I took the city bus to the Greyhound station. All of my busses left on time.
It was a gorgeous 4-hour drive up into the mountains.
So… Here’s something interesting…
After a winter of basically silence (maybe one or two text exchanges a month since September), Dreamboat asked me to come visit him in Steamboat Springs.
Not really too big a problem… He did tell me that in winter he kind of hibernates and becomes anti-social. Also, I’ve had my own things going on, so I haven’t much noticed his absence.
And, if I really wanted to, I could have called at any time…
I accepted his invitation, purchased a Greyhound ticket and I am off to see him this weekend.
Last weekend I went to visit my Dreamboat (“fiancé” – LOL) in Steamboat Springs.
We haven’t seen each other since about two weeks before my trip to St. Louis. A week after he moved to Steamboat, he came into town briefly and I got to have dinner with him.
It’s been a long time, but we text at least once a day and talk once a week.
Plus, there was a Balloon Rodeo!
Last weekend I stepped out on Mick.
Things with him have been driving me batty. I felt like I needed a break in perspective (whatever that means).
So, Wednesday I turned my Tinder profile back on, changed my distance settings from 10 miles to 50 and started swiping (left mostly).
As (bad) luck would have it, I matched with someone whose profile seemed pretty awesome. Especially the fact that it stated he was moving to Steamboat Springs (3 hours away) at the beginning of June. (He currently lives almost 40 minutes from my house so, even if he wasn’t moving, that in itself would be enough reason for me not to want to get too involved.)
Perfect! Something fun and very temporary.
Whatever… That’s not how it turned out.
I sent him a note and waited to see if he would respond. Within 24 hours he did:
OK great… I’m moving to Steamboat Springs and Tinder finally lights up.