POP! goes the 3rd

I am sitting in my front porch waiting on the fireworks to start.

I was expecting IT guy to come join me but I think he won't make it. I can feel it. He is not really eager this time. He had his child also so I am not expecting him coming over. He is on daddy mode and even though is a big turn on, he grows distant.
Today he texted me saying he wanted me. One thing to the other and he ended up spilling the beans about wanting to do me bare. I have told him I could as soon as I get myself on the Pill. His eyes sparkled. Well, he had been thinking about that and that's the first thing he said to me. I told him I know he wanted me but I wanted to mean something this time. He told me it will mean something when we do it. I told him that I didn't know how to answer that without sounding mean. That if there's one who wanted him it was me but I wanted to try the other route. He agreed with me about forgetting about the sex for now. That almost brought tears to my eyes.

We'll continue . . .

Closing a door

The thing with the IT guy is getting hot and heavy. We have been talking online, on the phone, texting ( almost sexting ). He is really sweet and charming. What I like the most about him is that he is very respectful and he knows where to push boundaries. He makes me feel very safe.
We were talking online and it happens that one of the things he wants to do is one of the same things I've been craving. Only had one person doing it to me and he was high ( The Mechanic ). I told him, well, I'll talk to my GYN to get birth control pills. He got quiet and told me that he haven't had it bare in quite some time.
I'm very happy he likes the idea and I'm very happy he likes me. I'm very happy he won't touch a finger unless I allow him. I know how respectful he is. And I love that.
So I guess this is one of the last entries of the Viking.
I had a great run with him. I've learn so much from him. I was able to separate one from the other. He got me out of the funk I had after the Mechanic and even though I fell I rose like the Phoenix. I will always have him in my heart.
Tomorrow will be the last time I will look into his eyes and feel his galeonic arms around me. I will feel his powerful lips forcing mines to open like a shell opener looking for my tongue. Kissing with the love he is afraid to give because of being hurt. A fake love. But a love none the less . . . .

The End of the Road?

So since I am having so much trouble trying to get to the Viking;i decided to try other options. I posted once more on Craigslist to try my luck. This time I had much fewer responses. Today I met the IT guy. 42 divorced one child and everything in the right place. He's very sweet and charming. I know he's passionate to what he does. He remind me a lot of the Mechanic in his early months, before he showed his true colors but working and making money AND without the weed. I still remember his long fingers doing a great hand massage. I just wanted to lay my head on his shoulder. His eyes will look into mine and i would blush. We were supposed to meet for 15 minutes and it ended up in 2 hours. I loved the fact that he made the time for me and wasn't trying to get into my pants. Let's see where this goes

"You think that you can do without me" - Counting Crows

So I did it with The Viking . . .

Dragged me to his bed and we ended up making a mess on that huge bed of his. However, we have changed.
This time he wasn't handsy and we spoke a lot this time. I simply said I have to go and even though he tried to kiss me, I put on the excuse of lipstick ( did I mention it was red? ) But I gave him a great hug. And left.

I think I have found the half way mark

The Bed is Made

I have had an itch that I haven't been able to scratch for a very long time. You know what I am talking about.
Last night my dear sister sent me a text ( very raunchy) which I translated and sent to my anglo-saxon friends. The Viking was one of them. I immediately received a text from him and we have arranged for a rendevous on Tuesday. So there it is, he made his bed and he is about to lay on it.
Starting tomorrow, I will be going on my fruit/veggie/good stuff diet to lose like 5 lbs. I will get me a spring it dress from Old Navy. I will shave every single follicle from my chin down and I will smell better than a cinnamon roll. And on the same way, I will do him and rock his world; and that will be my opportunity of getting up and looking at my fake watch ( "ooh, would you look at the time/no hunn, I am going to the buffet: but you were a tiger ) a kiss on the cheek, ( or on the forehead ) and au-revouir. This is a second chance . . .

Action has its reaction E=MC2

So I was commenting with one of my friends about The Viking. About his return back from asylum and it happens that one of them had been contacted by him.

She told me she had been reached by him somewhere around the time he would disappear and that my name came into play. That because of the place of employment (Insurance Dating Services), he gave 50 million excuses but she dumped him. And for some reason it makes me feel warm and toasty inside.

What you reap is what you sow; v2.0

My Cards Told Me He Would Be Back

So I see you are alive and kicking ( and trying to kick my way ).

Thanks to Facundo Bacardi and Mr. Dole Piña Colada mix we are in contact once more. You find yourself alone once more and once more you turn over here . . .

However, this is NOT the same girl you left out in the cold some two months ago. Sweet as always, yes. But this time this girl has her eyes wide open. This girl wants something you are not able to provide; you will have your reasons.

If you don’t know what the heck I am talking about, maybe is the same thing that drove you away. It’s love, baby boy. Love.

I have realized that I can’t separate one from the other. This is thanks to you. Please, don’t take it as an insult; I am thankful you did what you did. And now, my only goal is to make love to someone who loves me. And I love him too. I know you are looking for no strings attached. So yes, I want to be your friend, but without the benefit.

I can still share recipes, send you audio clips and stuff that is your passion. I can try to go to one or two of your shows to show support. Remember I admire you as a person more than what you ever imagine. However, unless I am really drunk or you are willing to take that next step, we can’t share bed.

Though, no worries; rest assured, my opinion about you has not changed a bit, I still get myself off thinking of our encounters and your beautiful, tantalizing and sexy self and your idle hands. I am just waiting patiently to the day that you can see me the same way I see you.