I’m at Ground Zero for my new life project, Dating Like It’s 1995, and already I am feeling the burn.
I recently met a hot, sassy fella on Fetlife. He’s 15 years my junior and just moved from another state. Like, on Friday. He’s never subbed before, but I am attracted to his energy and his cheeky sense of humor and confidence, so we agreed to meet up Friday for drinks.
I hadn’t heard from him since I wrote my post this morning until about 15 minutes ago, so that’s about 4 hours of life in 1995. If I thought staying on track was going to be hard on my end, articulating my desires to others may prove even more difficult.
And I gotta be honest. It’s kind of a bummer that I have no emails to look forward to on FL now that we’re texting lol
Lol whys that?
I hate texting… but I’m using it like IM right now, so it’s bearable
You enjoyed looking at my dick everytime I txt u?
Because emails mean you have given or are getting 100% of someone’s attention. With true texting (not IMing) you get only a fraction. People are at stop lights, between meetings, on the toilet, etc lol
I hardly noticed it once we started talking
Lol needy much👅
I must just be all.over you huh
Oh youll.love my loving don’t you worry
I gtg tho my phone is dying and I need it fpr my car registration
And no, please don’t be all over me. I just prefer communicating with someone with all of my attention and getting all of someone else’s. No distractions. Like in 1995 (were you born yet? lol). Full convos, etc.
K – have fun
What have I gotten myself into??? Maybe it’ll just be easier to live on a mountain top with my Hitachi and an occasional foray to a Navy port city.