I’m tired of posting every single day already.
But I’m committed. And obviously stubborn.
I made a date to eat a giant pork chop for lunch on Friday.
We spoke on the phone tonight, a man from Match and OKC.
Fifty, father, Jewish. The usual chit chat, getting to know you stuff.
“I love sex,” he explained, “but I only like it between me and one person. I’ve never had a threesome. And I’m not into that S & M stuff.”
I think I’ll be eating my pork chop and that’s about it with him.
I love how easily someone can opt himself out of my life. It’s not sexy to sound scared.
I wondered if he felt inadequate.
I can’t live without a little S & M. I wouldn’t miss pork chops, though.
Going to bed now.
Or should I tell you about the Englishman in Scotland who wants to be my tour guide after Eroticon?
No. Too fucking tired.
A bit of a crooked face. But he’s charming.
And he has nice, bulging rugby thighs.
I bet he’d spank me.