It's Friday. Work is 5 hours from the finish line. I have yawned countless amounts of times.. trying to stay awake by gracing the SG website. So many beautiful women here, thank you.
So... a "dancer" who I knew a little last year moved into my neighborhood. We re-connected at her place of work before I realized she was a so close. She is beautful, tatted.. tall, thin, flowing brunette. We have a phycial chemistry that undobutedly goes beyond her need to be good "customer service." I have offered to help her considering she lives by herself rasiing two adorable young boys. We smoke a little together, I have taken her out to see the neighborhood, as she is a complete stranger and we live in a vibrant area with always something fun going on.
We have a lot of fun together. She has not asked me for any "help" outside of work. I have been with so many women but never have I reveled in such passion with someone before! It really feels as if she wants me as much or if not more than I want her!
I don't know what I am even looking for or trying to say but we have not really established anyhting through words. I want to see her often but don't want to inundate her with texts and calls.. "What are you doin?' "Wanna hang later?" I tend to blow these situations up by talking or doing too much. I want to be less forward and a little more a mystery.
She has few friends as she is from Cali, she also asked me not to see other women. That is almost an exercise in contradiciton. She took my phone inadvertantly one time and in my panicked state she brought it to me. I was relieved. Then she admitted she looked through my text messages. Instantly, I was fumed! It reminded of a crazy ex that somehow figured out how to hack my emails. I expressed my disappointment and then realized there was nothing incriminating within the texts. She seemed flattered to learn I had been truthful to her... and it was a moment i felt made her trust me more. I wasn't so mad anymore. Heck, she learned quick I am not into BS. She claims she isn't either. A friend I mentioned this to said she must really like me if she had to peek at my texts. One of her workmates says she really cares about me and speaks of me often.
She is 25... me thirty (something)... she is wiser beyond her years. I really like her. I am trying not to. Too late. She is all up in my brain. I have not given so much thought to a woman in a long time. The passion! The way we kiss... befuddled i am. I can never find the easy situation.
I do think she'd make a great SG girl and I hope to get her into a set with one of my friends who is a phenominal photgrapher.
Thoughts? Opinions?
So... a "dancer" who I knew a little last year moved into my neighborhood. We re-connected at her place of work before I realized she was a so close. She is beautful, tatted.. tall, thin, flowing brunette. We have a phycial chemistry that undobutedly goes beyond her need to be good "customer service." I have offered to help her considering she lives by herself rasiing two adorable young boys. We smoke a little together, I have taken her out to see the neighborhood, as she is a complete stranger and we live in a vibrant area with always something fun going on.
We have a lot of fun together. She has not asked me for any "help" outside of work. I have been with so many women but never have I reveled in such passion with someone before! It really feels as if she wants me as much or if not more than I want her!
I don't know what I am even looking for or trying to say but we have not really established anyhting through words. I want to see her often but don't want to inundate her with texts and calls.. "What are you doin?' "Wanna hang later?" I tend to blow these situations up by talking or doing too much. I want to be less forward and a little more a mystery.
She has few friends as she is from Cali, she also asked me not to see other women. That is almost an exercise in contradiciton. She took my phone inadvertantly one time and in my panicked state she brought it to me. I was relieved. Then she admitted she looked through my text messages. Instantly, I was fumed! It reminded of a crazy ex that somehow figured out how to hack my emails. I expressed my disappointment and then realized there was nothing incriminating within the texts. She seemed flattered to learn I had been truthful to her... and it was a moment i felt made her trust me more. I wasn't so mad anymore. Heck, she learned quick I am not into BS. She claims she isn't either. A friend I mentioned this to said she must really like me if she had to peek at my texts. One of her workmates says she really cares about me and speaks of me often.
She is 25... me thirty (something)... she is wiser beyond her years. I really like her. I am trying not to. Too late. She is all up in my brain. I have not given so much thought to a woman in a long time. The passion! The way we kiss... befuddled i am. I can never find the easy situation.
I do think she'd make a great SG girl and I hope to get her into a set with one of my friends who is a phenominal photgrapher.
Thoughts? Opinions?