Something happened?
Umm so I was moving out, and there was this guy who stopped me and we chatted. He was very fem and I made no bones about liking guys. He mentioned hitting on me, I mentioned that I like it when people hit on me. We parted amicably, he said he was sad that we talked so late. 'Wrong friends at the wrong time, you should stick around, just for tonight.' I mentioned it sounded better by the second but that I really did sound like an idea.
He came into my old apartment as I was sweeping with and stated. 'I want to strip off all of your clothes' I didn't say no to this idea.
Come to find out that people could see inside my apartment at night. The entire time. While I was naked. For months. And they had been oogling. Form months. I was intensely flattered. Then there was hot sweaty making out between men. I was rimmed, it was... exquisite.
I think he really REALLY likes me, despite my sex being... broken... which is good. However, he's older, not that I mind, but he's a widower... ish... his husband passed a number of years back. He says I talk like his husband, though he was extremely pleased to learn I was not a vegan. His husand was a philosophy professor... I shouldn't hesitate to mention I play one of those on taps.
He's cute and sweet, and... I kinda like him back.
The only issue is is from what I can tell... Imagine you look at this cute guy for months, you develop a fantasy, then at the last possible second it comes true. ~Then~ you find out he's just like your ex-husband who passed, except twenty years younger, addicted to physical fitness, and loves steak. Oh and this time instead of you being the poor one and him being the rich one it's the other way around.
I worry that I'm fulfilling a little too many fantasies all at once and unreasonable expectations might occur.
He came into my old apartment as I was sweeping with and stated. 'I want to strip off all of your clothes' I didn't say no to this idea.
Come to find out that people could see inside my apartment at night. The entire time. While I was naked. For months. And they had been oogling. Form months. I was intensely flattered. Then there was hot sweaty making out between men. I was rimmed, it was... exquisite.
I think he really REALLY likes me, despite my sex being... broken... which is good. However, he's older, not that I mind, but he's a widower... ish... his husband passed a number of years back. He says I talk like his husband, though he was extremely pleased to learn I was not a vegan. His husand was a philosophy professor... I shouldn't hesitate to mention I play one of those on taps.
He's cute and sweet, and... I kinda like him back.
The only issue is is from what I can tell... Imagine you look at this cute guy for months, you develop a fantasy, then at the last possible second it comes true. ~Then~ you find out he's just like your ex-husband who passed, except twenty years younger, addicted to physical fitness, and loves steak. Oh and this time instead of you being the poor one and him being the rich one it's the other way around.
I worry that I'm fulfilling a little too many fantasies all at once and unreasonable expectations might occur.