Was seeing an occasional lover last night, who’s lost her primary partner, and she said that it’s hard to find guys who are who they say they are (via online dating) and that she meets a lot of guys who are either way too forward or way too timid. Apparently I am “just right.”
She is also bisexual and has been interested in dating women, but she says that women are terrible at making plans and showing up. It took a lot of effort me to not say, “Now you know why women don’t make it up the corporate ladder.” I did commiserate and say that she knows how guys feel, which she agreed with. Dating girls sucks even for girls.
Satisfying sex, except for her strict condom rules. I drank a bit more than I should have at the bar. I originally met her at a party, something like 1.5 or 2 years ago, when my date was this chick. I like my occasional lover… she is in the community because she seemingly does not want a real relationship, but based on her comments last night I’m not sure that’s true anymore. She also has a key advantage in that she’s very reliable: if she says no, she means no, and if she says yes, she shows up where and when she promises. That’s a big reason why we’re still seeing each other. We’ve also had some good threesomes and small orgies together.
We may go to a party together tomorrow night, but I’m not as excited about parties as I used to be. Low-cut top girl also wants to get f**ked tomorrow, despite me telling her honestly why I couldn’t see her last weekend and her not liking the reason but being okay with it. I really wish Low-cut top girl were like half a point hotter than she is… she is ALMOST hot enough for me to be excited about, but not quite. If she were just a little more slender or just a little perkier in key areas, I’d be excited about her. I’m going to try and get her to go to the gym with me. Rarely works, but you never know, and in doing so I think I’m conveying to chicks something important about me and who I am.
Kind of tired this weekend. Not much personal game news to report. Ms. Slav still being flakey. Peaches stepped up. I have about as full a plate as I want… maybe more full. Sexual chemistry w/ Peaches and my occasional lover remains strong. Still like f**king Ms. Slav and yet I feel like there’s this thin but noticeable invisible barrier between us, one that if I haven’t breached it yet, I’m just not going to breach it. Tonight I’m looking forward to turning off the Internet and other noise machines to read some books.