The bar

Isabel is shy, but she does as she’s told.

I talked just a little more openly with my new crush. And here’s a little message to her.

Stephanie and I talked. I learned things. She learned things. And I’m happily inhabiting the world of hungry want.

I think, finally, I understand the basic rules of cricket.

In which I pick up a sexy woman at a bar. Maybe.

A long evening with a complaint from the neighbors, and police intervention.

She oozes sex….

A beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.

A beautiful stranger and I share a connection at the bar, but she leaves with someone else. I’m envious, sort of, and I’m projecting, and I know it.

What am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….