WHAT DO YOU EXUDE? There are so many positive qualities a person can exude. Honesty, intelligence, wit, beauty.
I've been told I exude sex-appeal. Coming from a man, I'm not sure that counts. After all - doesn't every woman?
FRIENDS After storing all of my stuff in a garage for two months I decided it was best to just bug bomb the whole house before I unpacked anything. So last night was the first night in my new place. I went to use the bathroom and what did I find? A friend. A friend in my bathroom? Yes, in my bathroom - in my toilet. Apparently I brought a little mouse with me from storage as well. I don't think he liked the bug bomb. Either that or he was just thirsty. What ever the reason, he couldn't swim, and so I had to find a way to fish him out. While the whole process was extremely discusting, he was actually kind of cute.
Poor mouse.
Gag.
After coming in from my date at 1:30 in the morning I woke up at 6:30 to get started moving. I spent a total of 6 hours moving boxes, 5 hours driving, and 2 more hours stuff people do when they are moving. I had bruises on my thighs, on my ankles, on my arms. My back was sore. I was hungry, and I was just bone ass tired. I pull up to my street, call in for a parking permit, find a really tight little hole to park my car in and proceeded to wedge my car in a spot so tiny one of the other cars was going to have to move first. There was no way I could get it out first. I rolled out of the car, crossed the street to my apartment only to find that my apartment had changed colors. As well as gardens. I looked around and realized I had parked on the wrong street. So I walked to the right street only to find a parking spot big enough for a suburban right in front of my apartment. Oh well, someone else would have to take advantage of it. My car wasn't moving.
I was on a date. It wasn't a bad date, it just wasn't an exciting date. The conversation was like watching someone learn how to drive a stick shift. So when he asked, "What should we do now?" and with a frown said, "There's a little bar down the street called The Cat and the Fiddle. I don't usually go out so I don't know what else to do." I had no qualms suggesting a walk on the beach.
Moments after sitting down on the beach, the man who had yet to reach for my hand, sits so close to me we could hold a quarter between our knees and proceeds to kiss me - with the same smoothness as our previous conversation. It actually wasn't a bad kiss, it was just the approach that needed work. While the kiss was sweet and gentle and reminded me that I was with a man with no backbone suddenly there was all kinds of other things going on that made this simple kiss very intense. Almost immediately I needed to start warding hands out from under my shirt and he had this strange rocking motion that made me wonder if he could get off by simply kissing me and doing this rocking thing. While I wasn't ready to end my night of entertainment all of this was just way too much for me. As I struggled for a breath I managed to say as sweetly as possible, "Wow, that wasn't what I expected."
"It wasn't? I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think you expected it."
Why would I expect it?
Because you suggested a walk on the beach.
We live in California and we're both older than 16.
Well, it took him an entire 5 minutes to recover, but he did, and we managed to spend another hour sitting on the shore watching the stars and the ocean talking rather innocently. However, he was rather timid about kissing me goodnight.
