when you're good with your hands
"None are so busy as the fool and knave."
John Dryden (1631 - 1700), The Medal, 1682
It was an unlikely happening. When we first met, I just thought of her as another friend to know. Turns out she was quite the social butterfly and popular with all and sundry and according to many (male and female alike) a hot chick. Initially nothing happened because there wasn’t anything to start from and I thought no more of it.
It started with some late night drinks of the non-alcoholic variety. She’d accompany me and we’d hang out. Then there was one time after some drinking at a friend’s birthday shindig that I called her and I managed to stumble my way over to her place and promptly fell asleep on the couch despite her protestations. =)
To be honest, I was a little tipsy and I did have quite a few drinks all too quickly but I didn’t heave or anything like that. I went home after that after some ministrations and a great deal of scolding.
Then there was a night when she got mad at me for something and something happened that night. Things changed and it was easy and comfortable but ultimately it wasn’t what I was looking for despite all her good points.
Sometimes when you look at things from the outside, you’d think,” What the hell was he thinking?” She was a fantastic catch but not the catch that I wanted.
I wish you all the happiness in the world. You definitely deserve it.
oh yea, turns out, I give pretty good massages. ;)