Date #1: Tuesday at a neighborhood bar. 35 yo. A bottle and a half of wine to myself; badly played trivia; Camel-scented kisses. He wants to see me again.
Date #2: Wednesday at another nearby bar. 26 yo. Doesn’t know he’s gay yet.
Date #3: Thursday. Cancelled. Too fucking tired.
Date #4: Friday, dinner and drinks. 41 yo. Brilliant, sweet, sexy and shy. May be too much like my exhusband. He keeps squeezing my hand. [Update: he fawned over me, clung to me, put his head on my shoulder like a little boy or as if we were having a moment. I squirmed. He wants to see me again.]
Yay! “Brilliant, sweet, sexy and shy” sounds hot. The “too much like my exhusband” not too much. Either way, babe, good luck! xoxoxo
After I posted this from the bathroom bar he was all over me, but in a clingy/you’re mine way. It wasn’t cool. *sigh*
3 newbies in a week … looks like a nice start
Mike
I’m exhausted. And bookended by TN. I’m like machine.