Remember when I was afraid he was going to fall in love with me and I was afraid I was going to break his heart?!?!?!
I woke up with a man in my bed for the first time in 2.5 years.
We decided to go to the same hill we didn’t really hike up on our first date and watch the meteor shower that peaked that night. He wanted to explore some local towns with me during the day, but I had to work thank goodness. I’m still a little nervous about spending too much non-sexy […]
By Midwestern Artist standards, I am EXTREMELY ATHLETIC and ADVENTUROUS. By Mountain standards, I am an uncoordinated nerd.
“Most people don’t believe me but I’m actually an orgasm donor.”
So CARLITO… AGAIN. It was nice to see him actually. We grabbed a shitty dinner at a shitty diner down the street and went back to my hotel room for tequila and hopefully a lot of sex.
I really wish I would like new sexy things, not WEIRD BUTT STUFF, but hey that’s life.
I wanted to see him, and found myself wishing and hoping he would text me while I was at work. So, I said fuck it, I took control of my life and texted him. I figured, I don’t want to date this guy, I just want to fuck him. So what’s the worst that could happen…
Bicycle Bob liked me on Bumble first and I hemmed and hawed about his profile for a while. I couldn’t tell if he was cute or not. Eventually I swiped right, reluctantly, and messaged him.
He ate dinner while we were there, but I was still too full from my late lunch to eat anything, and I kind of felt like an idiot. I am so not that girl. I eat anything and everything, but I thought we were just grabbing drinks. He ordered this huge bbq sandwich and absolutely killed it. It was both impressive and absolutely disgusting.