And then he went on to become a dentist.
That is kind of funny and sad. Hopefully he had enough to money to enhance it or enough money to find someone who didn't care. I am sure there are plenty of woman out there with varying priorities.
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And then he went on to become a dentist.
That is kind of funny and sad. Hopefully he had enough to money to enhance it or enough money to find someone who didn't care. I am sure there are plenty of woman out there with varying priorities.
Wasn't it even 2 whole months in between Conquests...?!?
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I hope he did find someone. But I do wonder how much such a thing influences someone's personality.And then he went on to become a dentist.
That is kind of funny and sad. Hopefully he had enough to money to enhance it or enough money to find someone who didn't care. I am sure there are plenty of woman out there with varying priorities.
More like a month+. Longest month+ of my life. I have already decided if things continue the way they are going, I will probably delete the long list of names in my contact list that begin with a
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Well now, I just got a call from a certain someone who wants to come visit the compound. Color me excited. Time to tidy up and prepare for a visitor!
Shame that the Weekend is Mostly over, what a waste...!!!
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OH hide your computer!!!!!!! no accidental looksee!!!!!
OH hide your computer!!!!!!! no accidental looksee!!!!!
GREAT IDEA!!More like a month+. Longest month+ of my life. I have already decided if things continue the way they are going, I will probably delete the long list of names in my contact list that begin with a
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I recently read that this is a thing. Someone told me once that they had a similar experience. This person happens to be diplomatic, so not sure how she handled it.
https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/17955-micropenis
Well I'm glad that is cleared up!!
I will now suggest we call the dentist Mike Ropey. As in if Mike Ropey didn't cheat on you we wouldn't be together.
Chapter something or other.
Yesterday afternoon I got a completely unexpected but wonderful call from the lady: “Is there any way we can we meet at your place?” and yes I immediately agreed with no cerebral processing, thoughts of self preservation, review of past mistakes or consideration of anything else. I sent her the address and a description of the closest easy to find a spot for us to meet and have her follow me the rest of the way. I then frantically cleaned and straightened the place up. It really wasn’t that bad but it suddenly felt like it was. I started debating in my mind how I would show her the place, where I would start and how I could explain the way I live so a ‘normal’ person would get it. In the madness of cleaning and mental gymnastics I got a text that she was almost at the spot. My gut instinct was to stand on the roof with a bright orange signal flag waiving it back and forth while popping off flares; instead I drove to meet her and had her follow me back to the compound. I punched in the code and the gate rolled open. I drove in and she followed right behind.
She exited her car and walked straight to me for an amorous embrace and a kiss. The first and only thing she said to me was “take me to bed or lose me forever!” It was my turn to take her by the hand and lead her to a bed and I did so with expedience. Now who’s selfish? After some incredible and intense adult time, followed by an encore performance, pillow talk ensued. “I am glad we waited until we did, but I am also mad at myself for waiting.” I responded with “I agree, so many wasted opportunities for erotic fun” which got me a light punch in the arm. After some discussion about the event itself she sort of blurted out “So, you live in a… a… what is this place?” I explained it was a warehouse or small manufacturing facility of some type with an office area built in. I converted the office space to a living space and put a couple 20’ shipping containers in one of the large garage areas for more secure storage. She just said “interesting” and climbed out of bed.
She put on her shoes and grabbed one of my unwashed but mostly clean workout t-shirts, which said “I’m a ****ing ray of sunshine”, turning it into a makeshift dress and then asked for a tour. I didn’t open either shipping container or display the volume of arms & ammo that would make an MSNBC reporter immediately die from a panic attack or the other one which stores my long term supplies, but I did show her around. She liked the patio with all the grills, smokers, table, chairs and loungers. She commented that she hoped I would be cooking for her soon. She also said I have a really beautiful view and she understood why I bought the place. When we got back around to her car she collected a bag and said “I hope you’re okay with me staying the night” and walked right past me into the residential portion of the facility. Guess I am. She went inside and I found her in the kitchen drinking from a water bottle that she must have brought with and looking at the picture she gave me. When she was done drinking she made a joke about my lawn chair and told me I really needed her in my life. She also commented positively on Limonjalo the lime tree that watches out the window.
She went in to the bathroom and got cleaned up a bit, put her own clothing back on before putting my yellow t-shirt into her bag, must be hers now. She also put a few items in my bathroom cabinet and a few other items in my bedroom. Items I don’t think she plans on taking with her. She asked about dinner and I said I would have cooked for her if I knew to take something out of the freezer. Instead I offered to make her a frozen pizza or an extra fancy bologna sandwich with mayo and lettuce. Her response “Do you have cinnamon bread?” I was confused and asked if she wanted some toast. She informed me that the best bologna sandwiches were on cinnamon bread. That must have been one wild childhood trauma that made her taste buds think bologna and cinnamon bread were the perfect pairing. Even crazier was I did have cinnamon bread, created by the good people at Pepperidge Farms for the sole purpose of improving the quality of my breakfast. I slathered it with 2x the mayonnaise that belonged on a sandwich, at her specific request, and then added the lettuce and thick slices of bologna. “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it” she said. My response was a simple “Nooo thank you.” The rest of the night would find us burning more calories than we had consumed. If she asked to move in right then and there, I would have said yes, even though I would probably end up being the person moving soon.
Later that night, as we lay together in bed talking, she asked what kind of place I would be looking for. I told her I was sort of interested in a loft condo above an old hotel which was now home to some small shops on the first level. I also told her I was going to start looking at some accessory dwelling units too, a fancy term for someone turning their garage into a small house or adding an apartment above their garage. She invited herself to come along when I checked places out by saying “I better escort you on these tours; I can somehow imagine you ending up in underground bunker or old school bus without my help.” I am still getting used to this boyfriend stuff and probably should have asked. No, I definitely should have asked. I wonder if I can find an underground bunker for sale. That would be perfect.
It was interesting how quickly she just adapted to and became a part of my place. It was like she had been here and slept over hundreds of times instead of visiting the place for the very first time. If I may be a tad risqué it also amazed me how many times we have done the deed in such a short period of time. A trend that I really hope continues. In the morning she had to get up nice and early, which is the norm for me anyway, and set off for her own home and a late arrival at her office. I had a strong feeling like she didn’t want to leave, a feeling I shared. Just the same I told her she best not dilly, dally or delay as the ride was sometimes a whole lot longer when the morning traffic hit the main roads. I watched her drive down the gravel path nice and slow before she disappeared into the greenery. I waited longer than I should have hoping she would just throw away her responsibilities, turn around and come right back to me. It wasn’t meant to be, but I was still smiling.
Yesterday afternoon I got a completely unexpected but wonderful call from the lady: “Is there any way we can we meet at your place?” and yes I immediately agreed with no cerebral processing, thoughts of self preservation, review of past mistakes or consideration of anything else. I sent her the address and a description of the closest easy to find a spot for us to meet and have her follow me the rest of the way. I then frantically cleaned and straightened the place up. It really wasn’t that bad but it suddenly felt like it was. I started debating in my mind how I would show her the place, where I would start and how I could explain the way I live so a ‘normal’ person would get it. In the madness of cleaning and mental gymnastics I got a text that she was almost at the spot. My gut instinct was to stand on the roof with a bright orange signal flag waiving it back and forth while popping off flares; instead I drove to meet her and had her follow me back to the compound. I punched in the code and the gate rolled open. I drove in and she followed right behind.
She exited her car and walked straight to me for an amorous embrace and a kiss. The first and only thing she said to me was “take me to bed or lose me forever!” It was my turn to take her by the hand and lead her to a bed and I did so with expedience. Now who’s selfish? After some incredible and intense adult time, followed by an encore performance, pillow talk ensued. “I am glad we waited until we did, but I am also mad at myself for waiting.” I responded with “I agree, so many wasted opportunities for erotic fun” which got me a light punch in the arm. After some discussion about the event itself she sort of blurted out “So, you live in a… a… what is this place?” I explained it was a warehouse or small manufacturing facility of some type with an office area built in. I converted the office space to a living space and put a couple 20’ shipping containers in one of the large garage areas for more secure storage. She just said “interesting” and climbed out of bed.
She put on her shoes and grabbed one of my unwashed but mostly clean workout t-shirts, which said “I’m a ****ing ray of sunshine”, turning it into a makeshift dress and then asked for a tour. I didn’t open either shipping container or display the volume of arms & ammo that would make an MSNBC reporter immediately die from a panic attack or the other one which stores my long term supplies, but I did show her around. She liked the patio with all the grills, smokers, table, chairs and loungers. She commented that she hoped I would be cooking for her soon. She also said I have a really beautiful view and she understood why I bought the place. When we got back around to her car she collected a bag and said “I hope you’re okay with me staying the night” and walked right past me into the residential portion of the facility. Guess I am. She went inside and I found her in the kitchen drinking from a water bottle that she must have brought with and looking at the picture she gave me. When she was done drinking she made a joke about my lawn chair and told me I really needed her in my life. She also commented positively on Limonjalo the lime tree that watches out the window.
She went in to the bathroom and got cleaned up a bit, put her own clothing back on before putting my yellow t-shirt into her bag, must be hers now. She also put a few items in my bathroom cabinet and a few other items in my bedroom. Items I don’t think she plans on taking with her. She asked about dinner and I said I would have cooked for her if I knew to take something out of the freezer. Instead I offered to make her a frozen pizza or an extra fancy bologna sandwich with mayo and lettuce. Her response “Do you have cinnamon bread?” I was confused and asked if she wanted some toast. She informed me that the best bologna sandwiches were on cinnamon bread. That must have been one wild childhood trauma that made her taste buds think bologna and cinnamon bread were the perfect pairing. Even crazier was I did have cinnamon bread, created by the good people at Pepperidge Farms for the sole purpose of improving the quality of my breakfast. I slathered it with 2x the mayonnaise that belonged on a sandwich, at her specific request, and then added the lettuce and thick slices of bologna. “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it” she said. My response was a simple “Nooo thank you.” The rest of the night would find us burning more calories than we had consumed. If she asked to move in right then and there, I would have said yes, even though I would probably end up being the person moving soon.
Later that night, as we lay together in bed talking, she asked what kind of place I would be looking for. I told her I was sort of interested in a loft condo above an old hotel which was now home to some small shops on the first level. I also told her I was going to start looking at some accessory dwelling units too, a fancy term for someone turning their garage into a small house or adding an apartment above their garage. She invited herself to come along when I checked places out by saying “I better escort you on these tours; I can somehow imagine you ending up in underground bunker or old school bus without my help.” I am still getting used to this boyfriend stuff and probably should have asked. No, I definitely should have asked. I wonder if I can find an underground bunker for sale. That would be perfect.
It was interesting how quickly she just adapted to and became a part of my place. It was like she had been here and slept over hundreds of times instead of visiting the place for the very first time. If I may be a tad risqué it also amazed me how many times we have done the deed in such a short period of time. A trend that I really hope continues. In the morning she had to get up nice and early, which is the norm for me anyway, and set off for her own home and a late arrival at her office. I had a strong feeling like she didn’t want to leave, a feeling I shared. Just the same I told her she best not dilly, dally or delay as the ride was sometimes a whole lot longer when the morning traffic hit the main roads. I watched her drive down the gravel path nice and slow before she disappeared into the greenery. I waited longer than I should have hoping she would just throw away her responsibilities, turn around and come right back to me. It wasn’t meant to be, but I was still smiling.
WOW!!
WOW!!
Wow indeed. I believe I have opened a floodgate and will soon drown in a very wonderful way. I have to work today but she already asked what I was doing tomorrow night.
I think her hesitation was a great thing!! You two have fun together and are on a pretty level playing field, and others (sushi place) see you are compatible! You got to be friends and got to know each other first! Neither one of you will look back and wonder if it was only a sex thing!!
And now you have to be sure to have cinnamon bread all the time or better yet, have something around you can throw on the grill!
... WOW! So that is what REAL life is like.
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing.
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing.
You are living the dream.
I agree. I think she was just as interested in a physical relationship as I was, she just has more inner fortitude and wanted to make sure before she opened that door. Now I need to keep the date night fun alive and well so it doesn't become just a sex thing. But not tomorrow and not Wednesday, because we are hooking up both days and not going out anywhere. Maybe by Saturday she will be tired enough, and I will be drained enough, to resume date night. Now I need to go some Zinc. Gotta keep that testosterone flowing.
I worked today and never thought she would want to get together. Drove all the way home and get this text "Home alone, come over if you are still in [the city]". I was tired and chomping on a semi-warm bacon cheeseburger at the time, responding that I would LOVE to but just made it back to the compound, then offering to make the journey back if she really wanted me to. She scolded me for leaving town without checking with her first then told me to be at her place tomorrow at Noon. I don't think she will be serving lunch. I am starting to think she received a battlefield promotion in that hotel room and now she outranks me. And no, I am not complaining. Ma'am, Yes Ma'am! Noon it is Ma'am!
D_Marsh read the lyrics to Shame on the Moon. I would provide them here or share a link but I don't know how.
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bobseger/shameonthemoon.html
I listened to it on Spotify. About 10 seconds in I recognized it, good song.
Ring on the Finger or in the Nose...?!?
No rings!
I worked today and never thought she would want to get together. Drove all the way home and get this text "Home alone, come over if you are still in [the city]". I was tired and chomping on a semi-warm bacon cheeseburger at the time, responding that I would LOVE to but just made it back to the compound, then offering to make the journey back if she really wanted me to. She scolded me for leaving town without checking with her first then told me to be at her place tomorrow at Noon. I don't think she will be serving lunch. I am starting to think she received a battlefield promotion in that hotel room and now she outranks me. And no, I am not complaining. Ma'am, Yes Ma'am! Noon it is Ma'am!
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First time at her place?I worked today and never thought she would want to get together. Drove all the way home and get this text "Home alone, come over if you are still in [the city]". I was tired and chomping on a semi-warm bacon cheeseburger at the time, responding that I would LOVE to but just made it back to the compound, then offering to make the journey back if she really wanted me to. She scolded me for leaving town without checking with her first then told me to be at her place tomorrow at Noon. I don't think she will be serving lunch. I am starting to think she received a battlefield promotion in that hotel room and now she outranks me. And no, I am not complaining. Ma'am, Yes Ma'am! Noon it is Ma'am!
The wildcat has been released with only monogamous strings and honesty as conditions.
WOW d_marsh the stuff men's dreams are made of I hope it can be maintained, nurtured and continued for as long as you both wish it to be.
WOW d_marsh the stuff men's dreams are made of I hope it can be maintained, nurtured and continued for as long as you both wish it to be.
Was supposed to Wednesday, then I thought it would be today, but now it's back to Wednesday.
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The lady scolded me yesterday. The lesson I was expected to learn was ‘don’t leave the city without checking with me first’. That was probably in the Boyfriend 101 guidebook, I just failed to pick up a copy. To be fair we did spend the prior 2 evenings, nights and following mornings together blissfully engaging in activities that have been known to take a toll on a human body, especially one that has seen a few years. Plus, we already had a date in the books for Wednesday, a date that is supposed to take place inside her apartment and not about town. I am not complaining, I just didn’t know we were planning on trying to get into the record books. After apologizing for my lapse in good judgement she offered me conditional forgiveness based on the requirement I meet her at Noon today.
When she extended the mandatory invite, I presumed she meant at her place; I was wrong. This morning, she sent me the coordinates of our meet up and changed the time from Noon to 11:15am. I arrived to find the address was that of a historic brick building with a large HOTEL sign out front but the word HOSTEL all over the inside. I stood in the eclectically decorated lobby for not even a minute when a pleasant and smiley clerk asked if I was there to meet the lady. I confirmed her suspicions and was directed to a second-floor private room and provided a key. Before she let go of the plastic fob, she smirked and said, “Enjoy your stay”.
I made my way up to the private room, inserted the key, knocked twice and opened the door. I stepped in, flipped the dead bolt and immediately saw that a certain someone was already in the bed, ready and waiting with a grin on her face that told me everything I needed to know. Her smart phone was providing some musical background noise as I entertained her with my best impromptu Chippendales routine before joining her under the covers. It may have started out as a morning rendezvous, but it ended as an afternoon delight. The only words that were spoken occurred when she said to me, “Technically this makes 4 days in a row”. I guess we were trying to break a record after all.
After a few minutes of deep cleansing breaths and performance related sounds and comments, she asked if I wanted some lunch. I responded “I thought I just did” before she laughed and pointed. In my rush to get into the room and out of my clothes, I didn’t even notice there was a pizza box on a nearby table sitting next to it a bucket with a couple bottles of soda sitting in ice. For the record eating gourmet thin crust pizza, sipping on a lemon-lime soda, while naked in a bed with beautiful woman may be the way I want to leave this world. Just not today.
The lady scolded me yesterday. The lesson I was expected to learn was ‘don’t leave the city without checking with me first’. That was probably in the Boyfriend 101 guidebook, I just failed to pick up a copy. To be fair we did spend the prior 2 evenings, nights and following mornings together blissfully engaging in activities that have been known to take a toll on a human body, especially one that has seen a few years. Plus, we already had a date in the books for Wednesday, a date that is supposed to take place inside her apartment and not about town. I am not complaining, I just didn’t know we were planning on trying to get into the record books. After apologizing for my lapse in good judgement she offered me conditional forgiveness based on the requirement I meet her at Noon today.
When she extended the mandatory invite, I presumed she meant at her place; I was wrong. This morning, she sent me the coordinates of our meet up and changed the time from Noon to 11:15am. I arrived to find the address was that of a historic brick building with a large HOTEL sign out front but the word HOSTEL all over the inside. I stood in the eclectically decorated lobby for not even a minute when a pleasant and smiley clerk asked if I was there to meet the lady. I confirmed her suspicions and was directed to a second-floor private room and provided a key. Before she let go of the plastic fob, she smirked and said, “Enjoy your stay”.
I made my way up to the private room, inserted the key, knocked twice and opened the door. I stepped in, flipped the dead bolt and immediately saw that a certain someone was already in the bed, ready and waiting with a grin on her face that told me everything I needed to know. Her smart phone was providing some musical background noise as I entertained her with my best impromptu Chippendales routine before joining her under the covers. It may have started out as a morning rendezvous, but it ended as an afternoon delight. The only words that were spoken occurred when she said to me, “Technically this makes 4 days in a row”. I guess we were trying to break a record after all.
After a few minutes of deep cleansing breaths and performance related sounds and comments, she asked if I wanted some lunch. I responded “I thought I just did” before she laughed and pointed. In my rush to get into the room and out of my clothes, I didn’t even notice there was a pizza box on a nearby table sitting next to it a bucket with a couple bottles of soda sitting in ice. For the record eating gourmet thin crust pizza, sipping on a lemon-lime soda, while naked in a bed with beautiful woman may be the way I want to leave this world. Just not today.
