obsidity

So yeah, update. not going to Burly-Q, just don't have the funds, but I will hang with folks before and after!
that sexy-yummy-cuddle-puppy-love-rocket-cutey-pie that I scooped up at the campout this weekend has continued to spark my interest, and other things as well
I was reticent, only because singular situations like campouts or BM and their interactions sometimes don't translate back in the real world. He is so ridiculously complimentary and effusively sweet it frightened me a few times. But he let me have space when I asked for it, understood about my reticence- knows what the fuck "reticent" MEANS, even- and so now who's text message queen? yeah. Well, that's also bcse I ran out of minutes on my phone...
He said " as is my wont " casually in a sentence today.

He bursts into song at any given moment (like Marilyn Manson and stuff) has a huge sweet goofy smile, wears a tight tank top as well as any hot gay male can, knows all the lines from any Eddie Izzard standup, is wildly tender in bed and out, and I think might do just about anything for me if I asked.
Did I happen to mention he's 20?
I told him that I broke my rule about not sleeping with anyone who is under drinking age and he countered with " I was born in England, and I'm drinking age there, so...." How could I argue with that?

To sum up: purr...