Things have been progressing with Ginger. Our online flirtations have kicked up a notch, and she emailed me a sexual fantasy of hers. It was very, very hot. Blue balls hot. I've had women send me lingerie and nude photos before but a girl who knows how to verbalize her sexual desires will push all my right buttons. I read it three times over. It got me so worked up that I went out and slept with Marla.
Marla is the chick I chose to meet me at the finish line, for a couple of reasons: she's the most stable woman I've been dating, she is cool and she is socially aware. Cool is an underrated attribute that's hard to describe but its outward manifestation is marked by a laid-back, humorous approach to the situations and people around you. I've seen her interact with a variety of people and she has an impressive ability to be her unaffected self regardless of whomever she's around. When things lag, she's a good raconteur (raconteuse?). If the conversation flows, she's an active listener. Kinda like Johnny Carson without the WASP assholeishness. She didn't make my friends wonder when I was going to stop dating psycho chicks, which they do wonder from time to time.
So, Marla and I met up at Nick's and wound up in bed half an hour later. During sex, she said..."I love you......I mean, I love your dick inside me..."
Nice recovery. I've learned, however, not to be scared away by anything that's said during sex. With one or two possible exceptions which I will get into another time.
We went to Moonshine for brunch, which is now DLS safe again with Mar having moved to a new neighborhood further north. Speaking of Mar, she came over a week before the marathon and we made out---she worked me over orally and manually but we didn't have sex, which is a good thing. It tends to mess her up when we have sex. I don't think it does me much good, either.
Tonight, I'm seeing Michael Clayton with Marla. Tomorrow, I'm going to a DePaul production of Hamlet with Urban Melissa. Waffle and Grandpa may join us. Urban Melissa may or may not be together with her boyfriend. The day of the marathon, she was moving out of their apartment in tears. Now they're together---maybe. We'll see.
I have also been communicating with a blond pharmaceutical sales woman from a western suburb. Her picture is nice---she is sporting a maniacal grin. I will now probably re-read the email from Ginger. Masturbational fodder for the month ahead. It makes me anxious to meet her.
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Hmm...you slept with Marla, does that mean there's still hope for her yet? Or is it simply that, you slept with her.
We actually spent a pretty nice weekend. Watched the Bears game on Sunday before parting. I like her, but when I woke up on Sunday I felt the need to be alone. I'm really not sure. I still want to see other people right now. We'll see....
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