Read this and offer insights please; thanks!
As soon as I have an opportunity, I will post the photos from today/yesterday, but I went into Manhattan with my newest pal Meg, which was GREAT!
I didn't know what to expect for certain, but she's pretty down to Earth about most things, and I had a blast! She was super late and had missed stops and had to come back on the subway- she is SO cute!
Anyhow, we went into a coffee-shop. Then a book-store that was Awesome on W 74th Street and there were giant blown-up photos of like Anais Nin above the stairs and whatnot. It was a very nice store, and they had TONS of Edward Gorey Stuff!= SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Anyhow, because I already kind of know her, and whatnot, we got along pretty swimmingly, but she got a man. Anyhow, it was nice having the company of a beautiful woman who was just willing to stomp about the town with me, chill in central park AND go into the Metropolitan Museum.
We had walked ALL over the place and we were dead tired and super sweaty in this 110 degree weather, so by the time we got to the subway, I suggested that we part and go separate ways. She was pretty accepting of this and we parted.
Later, she called and said that she's not leaving until later on Monday and that if I wanted to come to her friends, that she would like that. Which is cool, but AGAIN, I feel like I'm put into the position of a cuckold... I am not certain I like that, but she shore is purdy... Fuck. Granted, I couldn't allow anything to happen, and I don't think that she would, but this entire thing semi-distinctively took on the tone of a date.
Any insights?
300 pages of reading to go.
Crazy-ass
As soon as I have an opportunity, I will post the photos from today/yesterday, but I went into Manhattan with my newest pal Meg, which was GREAT!
I didn't know what to expect for certain, but she's pretty down to Earth about most things, and I had a blast! She was super late and had missed stops and had to come back on the subway- she is SO cute!
Anyhow, we went into a coffee-shop. Then a book-store that was Awesome on W 74th Street and there were giant blown-up photos of like Anais Nin above the stairs and whatnot. It was a very nice store, and they had TONS of Edward Gorey Stuff!= SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Anyhow, because I already kind of know her, and whatnot, we got along pretty swimmingly, but she got a man. Anyhow, it was nice having the company of a beautiful woman who was just willing to stomp about the town with me, chill in central park AND go into the Metropolitan Museum.
We had walked ALL over the place and we were dead tired and super sweaty in this 110 degree weather, so by the time we got to the subway, I suggested that we part and go separate ways. She was pretty accepting of this and we parted.
Later, she called and said that she's not leaving until later on Monday and that if I wanted to come to her friends, that she would like that. Which is cool, but AGAIN, I feel like I'm put into the position of a cuckold... I am not certain I like that, but she shore is purdy... Fuck. Granted, I couldn't allow anything to happen, and I don't think that she would, but this entire thing semi-distinctively took on the tone of a date.
Any insights?
300 pages of reading to go.
Crazy-ass
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zombieelvis:
Thanks for stopping by, fella, and for your lovely comments. The big V is also the reason I've been in such a foul mood all week - jay-zus do my plums hurt.
rox:
in love w/who? 