My Thursday nite date was an enormous failure. This was a classic stinker that I'm humiliated about . If we go back through my last 4 dates, Each became longer term lovers. There was the Serb, who adored me, and then the nice French girl out in Mirabel that I merely stopped seeing because of the gross distance to get honey. And now I'm recovering from Hummingbird heaven. Who'd ever imagine a dude could find two lovers, each with a Hummingbird tattoo, one after the next? Spectacular, specially the one with the ass tat. I'll certainly remember worshipping her delectable tattoo'd tuchas until I die. So to go out and have such an ugly date was a reminder of the reality :)
Tomorrow I'm going out with a woman that is not yet free of the acrimony of her separation, let alone the shit that's gonna hit the fan through the balance of the divorce. But she's the sweetest, prettiest girl that I want to make feel wonderful. I am nervous that my very extraverted way's may blow her away. Yet I know how comforting it will be for her to find in me someone who truly understands how awesome it feels to be out, to feel carefree and to potentially feel cared for as a woman.
It would be amazing if I could be the one to take her post marriage virginity, just like how Picture Girl took mine. If not, just to take her and give her a hug and feel some of the pain melt away as someone of the opposite sex makes that shitty booboo go byebye, even for a fleeting moment.
