I spent the better part of an hour this evening trying to plan a lovely evening with Cee. I totally failed.
Cee lives in a city not so far from me, and I’m visiting her there later this week. I had thought, no problem, we’ll meet for a drink, we’ll go to my hotel room, we’ll have some fun sex, we’ll go to a great dinner, and then we’ll go back to my hotel room and have some more great sex. It didn’t occur to me that her city didn’t have any good restaurants, or that whatever good restaurants there are would close at 8:30 or 9, thus thwarting my timetable.
Cee is marching toward a relationship with a man who has the same name as a squirrel who once lived in my kitchen. I think it’s likely that this is going to be my last intimate encounter with Cee, given the rapidity of the progression with her relationship with the squirrel. This makes me sad. I would really have loved to have a full-on evening, one with classy drinks, hot sex, and great food, all in lovely, romantic venues.
Alas, Cee’s city offers no such possibilities. I don’t know if this is because of the recent transition from Democrat to Republican in her political city, or if this is just actually how it always is there. I don’t spend a lot of time in her town. I haven’t for over 30 years.
Whatever, Cee and I will have a hot time. It won’t be quite the hot time I originally envisioned, but all will be fun.
Postscript: Cee canceled. She’s falling for another guy and doesn’t want to pollute their nascent relationship with an encounter with me. I’m devastated.