I suppose this blog entry could easily be called Paradise and Hell 2 as well. But the phrase "dream fuck" just keeps sticking in my head for rather unfortunate reasons actually. I have to try and get this out quick as I'm meeting 3 of my buddies downstairs at the bar (Al Fiori) in my building shortly after midnight. Then we'll come back up to my place for some several rounds of either high stakes poker or pool (we still haven't decided yet). They're trying to keep me company and boost my spirits as my girl has to be out late tonight (her quartet is playing a private party that's expected to run pretty late). And then she has to travel up to friggin Boston for 2 concerts there again. You may need to check my previous blog to find out about this latest development.
I have to say that the Monday was really a pretty damn wonderful night. Going to the Met itself is an event I guess -especially for opening night. My girl said I was the hottest guy/stud there (hey thanks babe!). Proof that I do clean up pretty damn well as they say -haha And I think I actually really enjoyed the opera as well (amazing I know). My favorite part was the duel scene (which was awesome!) and the song the guy sang right before. Although I also like the big dance and chorus scenes too. It was also pretty clear that the lady singing was a superstar big deal Anna Netranko-- or something like that? I actually thought she was pretty seriously fuck hot but of course couldn't let that be known in front of my date. And also I thought the end of the opera was really boring. At least not nearly as good and interesting as the rest.
My girl loved everything and said she really had a fantastic night (including dinner). It ended up being a pretty late evening so we didn't have too much "one on one" time on Monday. But I have to say we pretty much more than made up for it after the date we had Wednesday night. She really loves what I do for her breasts so we had a repeat of that after dinner and a movie when we headed back to her place. She even let me finally feel and finger her pussy some (still with her panties on though). She was wet before I even got there. The best part of the evening though may have been when she told me her birthday is coming up soon (October 6th). At first I was like --jesus -- that's still 11 days away. I need a release bad and don't know if I can hold out that long -seriously. The main problem is that who's to say I'd get pussy from her then anyway? Although you can be assured I'm going to make the attempt to move in that direction. So I'm in a bit of an emotional (and physical) quandry.
Still that's something I can deal with. What happened yesterday -that shit - is alot more difficult to deal with.
On Thursday I got a very special delivery package, with a very nice present inside. I mean a VERY nice present. A Tag Heuer Grand Carrera sports watch that's seriously about $9,300. I had one just like it (which I loved) that got stolen from me while I was working and living in London for a month earlier this summer. I just haven't replaced it yet. The gift unfortunately was sent to me by Mr. Mens Workout along with what could only be described as a pretty pathetic love letter --seriously. He's already moved past the blow job stage and now says he dreams every night of having me fuck him? He's sure it would be one of the most unbelievable nights of his life. UNBELIEVABLE is right.
What sucks though (if you'll please excuse the expression) is that this particular model of watch is out of stock -EVERYWHERE. I mean seriously you'd have a hard time procuring it even if you traveled to Switzerland. I could easily afford to buy the watch for myself - that's not the problem. The problem is that I'm going to really hate having to send this watch back to the guy. But I don't see that I really have any other choice. I'm not fucking this dude for a watch.
I have to say that the Monday was really a pretty damn wonderful night. Going to the Met itself is an event I guess -especially for opening night. My girl said I was the hottest guy/stud there (hey thanks babe!). Proof that I do clean up pretty damn well as they say -haha And I think I actually really enjoyed the opera as well (amazing I know). My favorite part was the duel scene (which was awesome!) and the song the guy sang right before. Although I also like the big dance and chorus scenes too. It was also pretty clear that the lady singing was a superstar big deal Anna Netranko-- or something like that? I actually thought she was pretty seriously fuck hot but of course couldn't let that be known in front of my date. And also I thought the end of the opera was really boring. At least not nearly as good and interesting as the rest.
My girl loved everything and said she really had a fantastic night (including dinner). It ended up being a pretty late evening so we didn't have too much "one on one" time on Monday. But I have to say we pretty much more than made up for it after the date we had Wednesday night. She really loves what I do for her breasts so we had a repeat of that after dinner and a movie when we headed back to her place. She even let me finally feel and finger her pussy some (still with her panties on though). She was wet before I even got there. The best part of the evening though may have been when she told me her birthday is coming up soon (October 6th). At first I was like --jesus -- that's still 11 days away. I need a release bad and don't know if I can hold out that long -seriously. The main problem is that who's to say I'd get pussy from her then anyway? Although you can be assured I'm going to make the attempt to move in that direction. So I'm in a bit of an emotional (and physical) quandry.
Still that's something I can deal with. What happened yesterday -that shit - is alot more difficult to deal with.
On Thursday I got a very special delivery package, with a very nice present inside. I mean a VERY nice present. A Tag Heuer Grand Carrera sports watch that's seriously about $9,300. I had one just like it (which I loved) that got stolen from me while I was working and living in London for a month earlier this summer. I just haven't replaced it yet. The gift unfortunately was sent to me by Mr. Mens Workout along with what could only be described as a pretty pathetic love letter --seriously. He's already moved past the blow job stage and now says he dreams every night of having me fuck him? He's sure it would be one of the most unbelievable nights of his life. UNBELIEVABLE is right.
What sucks though (if you'll please excuse the expression) is that this particular model of watch is out of stock -EVERYWHERE. I mean seriously you'd have a hard time procuring it even if you traveled to Switzerland. I could easily afford to buy the watch for myself - that's not the problem. The problem is that I'm going to really hate having to send this watch back to the guy. But I don't see that I really have any other choice. I'm not fucking this dude for a watch.