kissing, telling
I realize that I failed to follow up on the make-out party post. That was cruel of me...
It was, indeed, a make-out party. And, as one will discover within the all accepting, free love, poly, BDSM, etc. world, there was an array of ages, body types, and levels of attractiveness, not surprisingly skewed towards the middle-age, heavier, and frumpy set. Still, my friend and I managed to find the pretty people and make out with them, post haste. Unfortunately, this meant first suffering through a game of spin-the-bottle, in which I was twice required to kiss a large man covered in silver stretchy fabric, topped with a cowboy hat. He immediately received the secret nickname "Space Cowboy." After the second suffered smooch, a strapping blond whisked me away to the bar, where we chatted about the benefits of being Southern. As it happens, his companion was also Southern, hailing from B'ham, in fact. This has potential. So much so that I am meeting said Strapping Blond for drinks tonight...
And that is all I should divulge. My deepest apologies, but I musn't gossip (too terribly much). *wink*
I should say, however, that I I missed a good deal of post-party hotness because the scotch and claustrophobia joined forces and sideswiped my brain during a particularly fun, albeit cramped, make-out session. I departed chagrined and dizzy.
It was, indeed, a make-out party. And, as one will discover within the all accepting, free love, poly, BDSM, etc. world, there was an array of ages, body types, and levels of attractiveness, not surprisingly skewed towards the middle-age, heavier, and frumpy set. Still, my friend and I managed to find the pretty people and make out with them, post haste. Unfortunately, this meant first suffering through a game of spin-the-bottle, in which I was twice required to kiss a large man covered in silver stretchy fabric, topped with a cowboy hat. He immediately received the secret nickname "Space Cowboy." After the second suffered smooch, a strapping blond whisked me away to the bar, where we chatted about the benefits of being Southern. As it happens, his companion was also Southern, hailing from B'ham, in fact. This has potential. So much so that I am meeting said Strapping Blond for drinks tonight...
And that is all I should divulge. My deepest apologies, but I musn't gossip (too terribly much). *wink*
I should say, however, that I I missed a good deal of post-party hotness because the scotch and claustrophobia joined forces and sideswiped my brain during a particularly fun, albeit cramped, make-out session. I departed chagrined and dizzy.