Normal stuff, you know.
I’m trying to set up a time for the cougarling to come visit for a weekend: Kissing, touching, rope, all of that kind of thing. He’s moved since his ’24 hour drive’ type distance, but it’s still a long way, either a flight or a ton of driving. He suggested next weekend, but I already have (not-kinky) plans for the next two weekends, so then it’s getting into July.
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The vanilla man bailed.
I’m not really surprised, but I AM disappointed.
He has legitimate reasons that I don’t doubt are true (he expanded a bit on serious family issues that he mentioned earlier), but really: If you’re in the middle of some emotional upheaval, maybe, you know, don’t say ‘yes’ in the first place. I’d guess that he didn’t quite realise the mess he was in until he tried to add something else on … Continue Reading
The vanilla man is not proactively showing interest. I vaguely wonder if that’s a vanilla/submissive divide. But honestly, it doesn’t matter much.
I felt it on the weekend after we didn’t have the date. His communication about possibly not being able to make it was good, so that was fine. But when the get-together was clearly not going to happen (and didn’t happen), we both dropped communication.
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After a lot of sage advice in my comments and on twitter, I did indeed invite the vanilla man to come and have a drink with me.
Hi vanilla man: If you’re interested in a drink down at [where I live] sometime, let me know. I can offer stellar views: we can compare :).
-Sharyn (the tall blonde, pink sarong, [my dad’s] daughter
(if you don’t remember who I am, let’s both just pretend that
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