Jul 292017

Photo by Michael Mroczek on UnsplashSo tonight was interesting. Tonight I got into a long conversation with a woman (lesbian) who I have a platonic crush on. It was a good long conversation.

Which oddly enough my favorite eye candy, Blake – heart throb/would kill if we dated – later joined in and agreed that I am SHIT at picking out men.

Because I am.

I now have an entire two bars worth of people (and one restaurant) who are vetting my men for me. It’s sweet and a bit creepy… but mostly sweet.

I remember calling Blake my bar husband. This had not been discussed before, but it happened. And he went with it. Bless him. And when I disclaimered that it could change at any time, he looked crushed. So my dearest Blake, is my bar husband for now until at least tomorrow.  It’s ok. He proclaimed me his favorite of all people the other night and told me he loved me (as a customer) so I think we’re good.

I would really love to fuck Blake at least once. Just once have him ravage me. But I don’t think that will happen any day soon, and if it did.. things would get awkward.. so Bar Husband it is.

I did run into my newest favorite bar friend. Mike. I don’t know if he’s interested or if we’re just friends. It’s really hard to tell since I only see him once he’s really drunk.

It took all of my self-control to not kiss him. We’d be talking and there’d be this moment when he’s awkwardly looking me in the eyes.. and …

I don’t know what to do. Do I kiss him? Do I wait?

So I waited for a clear sign. There was none.

So here we are in limbo.. waiting.. hoping..

All in all it was a pretty great night, and one that was sorely needed.

The end of the night was… well, I probably shouldn’t do shots.. detailed slightly in my last post, which I wrote while I was still drunk.  But there’s probably security footage of me getting naked in the parking lot.

Basically, I am likely having a mid-life crisis and living the life I should have lived in my 20’s.

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