C@ssandr@
formerly known as "keyawarren"
Thoughts:
I've been feeling the absence of masculine energy in my life since I moved out on my own. It dawned on me one day as I was dragging a ton of stuff back home from BBB. I took a cab, and while I could afford it, I felt that with all the men I've dealt with in the last couple years, I should have been able to call one and have them helping me. It's my fault though and I'm working on it.
I'm talking to a few guys and instead of just sizing them up for an ltr, I'm looking to see what they can actually do for me. Dating has been less stressful since being in this mindset.
One guy is moving kind of slow. We met online and we haven't been chatting on the phone long. Guys usually want to meet after one or two phone convos. Not this guy. This dude seems to be thoroughly enjoying our chats. Which isn't bad, it's just that I'm starting to feel more and more meh about him. I considered giving him a nudge to hint that we should meet, but then I realized that Idon't even like him that much. I might be ending this before our first date.
I had a male friend over the other day. I was trying to figure out what kind of tasks I could get him to do before he showed up. I figured I could have him set up my tv but that didn't happen cus I couldn't get the parts in time. Boo! Instead of wathing tv we laid up instead
We didnt have sex, but it was nice to have a man in here. He's my physical type (naturally muscular) so that was the cherry on top. I was a little perplexed because I think he had every intention on spending the night when he planned his visit. Also, the next morning he laid in my bed while I got ready for work. I thought he would get up and get out when my alarm went off, but he had no qualms about laying there until the last minute. Dude is a little too comfortable.
I've been feeling the absence of masculine energy in my life since I moved out on my own. It dawned on me one day as I was dragging a ton of stuff back home from BBB. I took a cab, and while I could afford it, I felt that with all the men I've dealt with in the last couple years, I should have been able to call one and have them helping me. It's my fault though and I'm working on it.
I'm talking to a few guys and instead of just sizing them up for an ltr, I'm looking to see what they can actually do for me. Dating has been less stressful since being in this mindset.
One guy is moving kind of slow. We met online and we haven't been chatting on the phone long. Guys usually want to meet after one or two phone convos. Not this guy. This dude seems to be thoroughly enjoying our chats. Which isn't bad, it's just that I'm starting to feel more and more meh about him. I considered giving him a nudge to hint that we should meet, but then I realized that Idon't even like him that much. I might be ending this before our first date.
I had a male friend over the other day. I was trying to figure out what kind of tasks I could get him to do before he showed up. I figured I could have him set up my tv but that didn't happen cus I couldn't get the parts in time. Boo! Instead of wathing tv we laid up instead
We didnt have sex, but it was nice to have a man in here. He's my physical type (naturally muscular) so that was the cherry on top. I was a little perplexed because I think he had every intention on spending the night when he planned his visit. Also, the next morning he laid in my bed while I got ready for work. I thought he would get up and get out when my alarm went off, but he had no qualms about laying there until the last minute. Dude is a little too comfortable.
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So he called me back and I ignore. Then he text saying he was a jerk and he's getting cabin fever so he snapped at me. Nah! Good day sir.
. I think sometimes he forgets that I've been there with him while he was working. I know he's not busy every minute of the day like he makes it seem. Like dude, when you're not driving, you're at a freakin bar or something, so don't tell me you're too busy for a simple "good" in response to a "how's your day going" text.
