If there is a freak or weirdo in the crowd, I will find him or her. Make no mistake about it...I can provide more than a handful of friends who have seen that dubious mystique in action. Really, I do wish that they would come with a symbol stamped on their forehead as a warning.

Take last night's date for instance. I should have known a 25 year old was trouble, but I thought I would revisit the issue once again. He seemed mature and down with just a date. No messy relationship crap. One thing led to another and a tumble in the sheets happened. It was (I am happy to report) much better than the last encounter I had with a 25 year old. Then as we are (okay, just me, cause I am a wee bit older than him) resting, he starts in on how much he is in serious like of me and wants to spend the entire weekend with me. Bleh! I was ready for him to move it along out of my apartment. But nooooo...we had to discuss icky feeling things. I mean I have no issue discussing those things with someone who matters, but I signed up for the pleasure plan with this guy up front. He changed the rules. Started talking about (ewww) moving in with me, maybe us marrying, would I want to adopt. It was just more than I could handle. It took me about an hour to hussle him to the front door. The only thing I can figure is that ms. pussy has some magic fairy dust malfunction and she is only spewing it with the wrong guys.

So I have a new stalker to add to the cop who still (months later) hasn't got a clue. I am certain as I type this that 25 is hanging out in my parking lot waiting to follow me to the date I was suppose to have tonight.

The postponed date may be another disaster in the making. He is 24 years old and incredibly hot looking. He is looking for a "classy older dominating" woman. He wants someone who will humiliate him by making him do such things like crawl across the floor and lick and kiss her feet. I have no intentions of going there with him, but he might be a valuable source of information for a story I am working on. But...he is hot looking...I put him off until tomorrow when I am (hopefully) thinking a bit clearer with more than 4 hours sleep under my belt. My good friend David thinks I should slap an apron on him and have him alternate between cleaning my apartment and pleasuring ms. pussy orally. Hmmmmm

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