a + b = the woman in Orlando who I had a medium-length conversation with in advance of my spring trip. Exhibited the same as Glascock says, and wary of the fact that this would be a one and done, but nevertheless seemed pretty interested in meeting. She suggested the restaurant, and it would have been a treat for her even if she decided to leave alone afterward. Terrific seafood. Not a peep as I waited and then finally ate. I have had many no-shows, though, and lots who were younger than 25 who I think probably just got cold feet and decided sleeping with strangers was not for them.
I have tried not to take the flakes personally, and persevered by considering all of this a challenge. Every time I have either thought the sugar bowl was not worth it, or actually dropped out, I've come back.
If I hadn't, I'd have missed the incredible pics that are now showing up in texts. And these, which are a new opening, as if the gates of my own private Oz have swung wide apart, are from a trio of 23 year-olds, each delightfully different in her own way. Yum. And yet, my good fortune will be fleeting, faint odors of the pattern are in the air.
Where cash is the nexus, why would it be otherwise? But I refuse to take it lying down (well, I do take it lying down). I therefore aim to arouse in them a sort of affection. It likely won't be the kind I hold for them, 35 years apart in age makes a difference, but I hope to get a feeling that will lead, in the end, to a goodbye rather than simple ghosting. My behavior has everything to do with it. And one of these women, I think, is going to travel a long ways down this road with me.
**** sidebar: should an SB look like a unicorn, feel like a unicorn, and fuck like a unicorn, how much sense does keeping the rotation make? I guess we all know the answer to that!