Friends have begged me to write about my dating…. it’s something…
I’m 45….. I started dating since I was 43….. I was 4 years a widow….. I have so far dated… or to make it a bit daring sounding…
a sex aholic/uber driver/cna
a film director./painter… he filmed Ron Jeremy
a magazine owner/writer
a former chef/ and a “stuff hauler”.
a machinist /cross dresser
a environmental scientist
a kayack daredevil with brain damage
So right now, I’m typing this in a Hilton chain hotel paid for by my so called date…. who is late…. he is getting ready to open a new Hilton chain right now the road, … they are not allowed to stay in their own hotels… Jesus… that would make things easier…. but oh well.
anyway… they are opening in 2 days and we … thought we might have a second date 3 days from opening… and I thought it would somehow go well. I arrived at 4:15. I checked in. then I realizEd he is not going to be here soon. So of course I drove to … Target… I got snacks… then I ordered dinner which he can have too. but then 3 hrs pass….. oi vey.
I question my sanity but damn I love a hotel room by my self and with headphones and my laptop and a lavender candle.
I need to write about each of those past loves/ or not loves… slash hilarious interludes… they shall be named…
first let’s start with the sex addict.
he is still in my life.
He is always available if I should so have a need. and damn he is pretty good. Just I dont want to get him talking policially.
but sexually. holy shit.
he knows how to please
he starts off slow and casual. and then he knows how much we like it.
I mean, seriously If you have sexual fantasies then he is the person to try things out with.
but until next time.