It is always hard, I find, for the reality of a date to match the anticipation.
Got home from work early today at 5pm, date picked me up at 7:30pm, dinner 8pm, sex 11pm, he leaves (work tomorrow) 11:45.
The sex was good, he was passionate, caring, creative. But out of seven hours, six anticipation, less then one participation. And that for what we both understood to be a booty-call.
Monday, July 28, 2008
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