Mondays...
I was born on a snowy Monday in 1978
I am eating noodle soup at my desk, and finding that a sweater is too warm for today.
I had a lot of sex this weekend. Likely some of the best sex I have had in a long time if not ever.
And no one on here wants to hear that... no guy I talk to here wants to think about me in the "unavailable" sense.
being mindful I can admit even to myself that I am one thing in my waking life.... but another thing entirely here. It might be wise to remember that.
HOWEVER, I am, at base... Loyal.
I think the closer my current lover and I come to being on the same page the more intense things get. We get along well, and have survived living and working together. We have taken precautions mind you... like we dont see one another much in the day, and we go out separately on occasion.
I dont know, I think I am just surprised at how well effort in this matter is paying off. I didnt realize how little faith I had left in love until it started to prove it self to me all over again.
(but no sooner do I say this than I am given reason to be suspiscious... oh fuck it, whatever)
any way....all hail skull and cross bones pins, random nonsense and the little bit of angst that keeps me tasting just that sharp bit bitter.
SPECIAL KISSES TO ALL THIS TIME
I was born on a snowy Monday in 1978
I am eating noodle soup at my desk, and finding that a sweater is too warm for today.
I had a lot of sex this weekend. Likely some of the best sex I have had in a long time if not ever.
And no one on here wants to hear that... no guy I talk to here wants to think about me in the "unavailable" sense.
being mindful I can admit even to myself that I am one thing in my waking life.... but another thing entirely here. It might be wise to remember that.
HOWEVER, I am, at base... Loyal.
I think the closer my current lover and I come to being on the same page the more intense things get. We get along well, and have survived living and working together. We have taken precautions mind you... like we dont see one another much in the day, and we go out separately on occasion.
I dont know, I think I am just surprised at how well effort in this matter is paying off. I didnt realize how little faith I had left in love until it started to prove it self to me all over again.
(but no sooner do I say this than I am given reason to be suspiscious... oh fuck it, whatever)
any way....all hail skull and cross bones pins, random nonsense and the little bit of angst that keeps me tasting just that sharp bit bitter.
SPECIAL KISSES TO ALL THIS TIME
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I think what you say up there about you and your lover being on the "same page" boosting your sex life is totally right on. I think pretty much anything you do to get closer, brings you closer in the bedroom, in ways.
Anyway, thanks for reading my thing, i think you are the first person to ever actually say anything on it besides this one member i know.
Have fun.
oh, which painting do you like? there are like 5 of them. Also, if you havent already, check out the poem "la belle dame sans merci" by John Keats