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.
Exhibit A:
Hy:
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 lolHim:
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Lol whys that?Hy:
I hate texting… but I’m using it like IM right now, so it’s bearableHim:
You enjoyed looking at my dick everytime I txt u?Hy:
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 lolHa No
I hardly noticed it once we started talking
Him:
Lol needy much👅I must just be all.over you huh
Hahaha
Hy:
OMGHardly
Him:
Oh youll.love my loving don’t you worryI gtg tho my phone is dying and I need it fpr my car registration
Hy:
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.