i know, i know… i’ve been MIA for about a week now :T
let’s catch up.
well… i met the cutest masochist. actually, an adorable, queer, service-oriented, masochistic girl (to be specific). oh, AND she’s a massage therapist. yep!
we met at a queer/leather happy hour. an instructor from a class i took introduced us. i quickly realized that she was the one person i checked out at last year’s folsom street fair - i distinctly remembered the two of us catching eyes as she was walking from a booth to the women’s stage. we checked each other out, hard. i was with my slave for the day & she walked to a woman who i thought was her partner (she wasn’t). now we’re finally meeting. bought us a round of drinks & flirted, of course. it went well..
as the happy hour was coming to an end, i asked her for her phone. i then told her that we were gonna see each other again. soon. put my number in her phone & texted myself from it. i texted, “hi. i want.”
i had to meet some of my best at a nearby bar & her friends from the happy hour were seeing if she wanted to grab a bite across the street. i wasn’t ready to say goodnight just yet. i let them know that she’d be going with me. told her she’d be my arm candy. she loved it.
i want what i want when i want it.
i rudely ignored my friends (i know.. BUT, i made it up to em) while shamelessly pursuing her. since i was a approaching a triple shift (new year’s eve, new year’s day & night), we called it a night after making out for an hour or so. i walked her home. she had plans for new year’s eve, but was free new year’s day. i put her on guestlist for both of my shifts that day & said i’d text her what to wear.
alright, i’ll have to put a pin in this cause i have a ton of housework. BUT, i will catch you up & keep you updated. promise. also, since i won’t use her name, we’ll call her “a”.
all my best,