1:45 am Mondy July 31.
the weekend is officially over.
not a call. no contact. that facinating, intriguing man never found his way to me.
there's some sadness. there's some self-pity. there's mostly loss for what i thought would be an interesting and fun encounter.
1:45 am Monday July 31.
i won't hear from him now. and i think it best to not contact him further. am i missing out? is he? no telling. i'm just sad that i'll never get a chance to find out.
on the other hand, the writer wants me to be his domme. he fatasizes about being age-regressed, being under parental control.
i guess in the absense of one intrigue, i've been issued another.
2 comments:
Geeze, how does one even bring themselves to tell that to a woman on a date?
FIRST DATE!!!
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