I’ve been beyond busy socially. Men, men, Peyton, Peyton, family, family, friends, friends, repeat. It’s been a lot to manage but I am happy, centered, strong.
In lieu of a convoluted post about everything that’s been going on I’ve decided to break it down into a rudimentary timeline from Eroticon till now. (Shit, I still need to do my Eroticon recap.)
That’s the gist.
I’ll tell more of the stories within this soon, but what’s important here is that I’ve identified better what I do and don’t want in a partner.
For example, I do not want an overly familiar, needy monogamous type such as Michele, nor an insecure guy who doesn’t listen like JJ. I wouldn’t mind another Garrett – a sugar daddy who is trying all this on for size and is generally expendable, though lovely. And both The Aussie and The Doctor are just visitors here and exclusively fun only with their giant penises, which would be fantastic to have on the reg. Jean Luc is across the Pond and has rendered himself obsolete, I’m afraid. Perhaps he’ll rally. Perhaps not.
And over all they have all thought I was the cat’s meow and that has been a different kind of dating experience for me, one in which I’ve found great pleasure. Obviously.
So, there you have it. The down and not so dirty of what I’ve been up to lately. But don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about how The Aussie fucked me every which way on our first date and our second date was a lovely starter fuck followed by a marathon of football, beer, and talking and how The Doctor managed to make it to my List of Firsts. [Spoiler alert: he came in my ass. Twice.]