Kristen,
Hila arrived, and everything was pretty nice. She drove up to the subway depot near my home and we rode the E train toward Manhattan. Now, granted, Hila is cool, and she loves to dance, which I have yet to have seen, but things were pretty nice the whole way there. We stopped off early for a moment, and ended up losing my umbrella while we were at the stop. That was pretty funny, because it was the BEST FUCKING UMBRELLA EVER. Hands down. A winner.
Anyhow, flash forward to Manhattan. Neither of us knows exactly where we are going, but it's really nice and friendly just looking around at where we are supposed to go, but it's also raining. I offered to buy an umbrella from someone who was getting into their car, but they declined, perhaps not understanding what I was saying very well, either. It was a steady-drizzle sort of a rain. I walked into a Duane Reade and bought an umbrella so that I could stay somewhat dry, and Hila and I took turns sharing it.
We arrived at the club and it was closed. I tried calling Lesley but she didn't answer, so we ended up walking throughout Manhattan checking out buildings etc. until we got up to Times Square. Lesley called, and wanted to pick us up, so we told her that we were at a 24hour Starbucks and got coffees there.
The entire time, we were playing the ORGASM GAME, which is fun everywhere, but in major cities, especially:
Rules-
1. look at a person's face
2. imagine their faces when they're having orgasms.
3. repeat.
It really humanizes (and perhaps dehumanizes them) for myself. We also had a contest at making friends, which Hila thinks I won, but we never can tell, for sure. It was nice.
Lesley picked us up and was extremely apologetic, but very affectionate toward me. Had I been alon, I'm assuming that I probably would have felt sort of down about the events, but Hila was good company. Anyhow, Hila took a cab home and I stayed in with Lesley for the evening, amidst kisses, giggles, and other things. She apparently is pretty taken with me, and I think I'm pretty sweet on her, also. She is seven years older than myself, speaks multiple languages, is apparently a wonderful dancer(missed it!), and has started her own business before, was heavily involved in world music in the city, and has had 2 psychotic episodes which she is on medication for.
What is a guy to do?
The dilemma is that she's great. I also tend to believe in a "love can do almost anything" sort of a mentality. At the same time, those things are very beyond my and her control, if that should happen again. She's lovely, and sweet, and wonderful; resume says: "impressive." There is some hesitation. Quite a degree of it, however. That said, I'm going to move forward anyhow. I do like her and I can only imagine what will occur. Thoughts?
Ever,
Ian/boy
Hila arrived, and everything was pretty nice. She drove up to the subway depot near my home and we rode the E train toward Manhattan. Now, granted, Hila is cool, and she loves to dance, which I have yet to have seen, but things were pretty nice the whole way there. We stopped off early for a moment, and ended up losing my umbrella while we were at the stop. That was pretty funny, because it was the BEST FUCKING UMBRELLA EVER. Hands down. A winner.
Anyhow, flash forward to Manhattan. Neither of us knows exactly where we are going, but it's really nice and friendly just looking around at where we are supposed to go, but it's also raining. I offered to buy an umbrella from someone who was getting into their car, but they declined, perhaps not understanding what I was saying very well, either. It was a steady-drizzle sort of a rain. I walked into a Duane Reade and bought an umbrella so that I could stay somewhat dry, and Hila and I took turns sharing it.
We arrived at the club and it was closed. I tried calling Lesley but she didn't answer, so we ended up walking throughout Manhattan checking out buildings etc. until we got up to Times Square. Lesley called, and wanted to pick us up, so we told her that we were at a 24hour Starbucks and got coffees there.
The entire time, we were playing the ORGASM GAME, which is fun everywhere, but in major cities, especially:
Rules-
1. look at a person's face
2. imagine their faces when they're having orgasms.
3. repeat.
It really humanizes (and perhaps dehumanizes them) for myself. We also had a contest at making friends, which Hila thinks I won, but we never can tell, for sure. It was nice.
Lesley picked us up and was extremely apologetic, but very affectionate toward me. Had I been alon, I'm assuming that I probably would have felt sort of down about the events, but Hila was good company. Anyhow, Hila took a cab home and I stayed in with Lesley for the evening, amidst kisses, giggles, and other things. She apparently is pretty taken with me, and I think I'm pretty sweet on her, also. She is seven years older than myself, speaks multiple languages, is apparently a wonderful dancer(missed it!), and has started her own business before, was heavily involved in world music in the city, and has had 2 psychotic episodes which she is on medication for.
What is a guy to do?
The dilemma is that she's great. I also tend to believe in a "love can do almost anything" sort of a mentality. At the same time, those things are very beyond my and her control, if that should happen again. She's lovely, and sweet, and wonderful; resume says: "impressive." There is some hesitation. Quite a degree of it, however. That said, I'm going to move forward anyhow. I do like her and I can only imagine what will occur. Thoughts?
Ever,
Ian/boy