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| Chastity Police |
| 12.30.06 (12:31 pm) [edit] |
| I had lunch yesterday with a guy-I-briefly-dated-who-t urned-into-a-guyfriend. Hadn't seen him since April. What he said to me made me smile. "You are SO tiny!" (So he exaggerated a bit, but it was still nice he noticed.) Nice time with him. Nice guy. (Wouldn't have dated him if he wasn't...) Gentleman. Alas, he smokes. And, he's the one that I mentioned before that is so ambivalent about his more than a year long gf. Conversation about that lasted less than 2 mins. I guess I'm glad that I'm not the gf because he is SO critical of what she does or doesn't do. After lunch, I had mentioned to him that I was going to go to Costco. He wanted to tag along. Got sort of frustrating b/c I had a list of things to stock up on and he kept straying to look at electronics (I know, he has a penis so he's gravitationally-pulled to them.), then movies, and clothes... I just can't shop with someone else in tow. Talked to "The Crush" last night. He's driving back today. Plans for this evening are to 'get together' but I'm not sure of the details. I got the impression that he was going to come here on his drive back. Now, this semi-concerns me. (First, my house is a TOTAL mess.) But, even more so, no plans could potentially equate to 'hanging out at my house' which could lead to... The chemistry between us is undoubtedly smoking and I hate to be the one that pours cold water on his desires, but someone's got to be the Chastity Police. So I've got to come up with a Plan B. There's not much to do around here - no decent restaurants, bars, etc. I want to keep it something physically-involved (as in walking not "that!"). I'll call him later to find out what time he left and his ETA to determine a game plan. (And an outfit - as much as I'd like to wear a skirt, that's just too dangerous. Layers. Lots of layers. And I could wear hideously ugly underwear. That would definitely keep me clothed.) I guess I have to clean the house. At least downstairs... Wish me luck. |
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