My date, Michael, was hot naked, handsome in clothes, and because we started the date backwards from my normal m.o. with a posh dinner with my bff friend, Joe, we got to know and enjoy each other as mates before going further, and that was pleasant.
I did my first three Uni degrees in linguistics-based disciplines. I was mystified that I couldn't place michael's accent. People's accents don't change after puberty, unless we are talking about kylie minogue or madonna c. I am usually excellent at accents. It sounded roughly South African in combo European. Imagine my horror when he revealed he was really from Toronto!
I mentioned to the boys over dinner that I don't have sex if I've been drinking- ever- which must have made date Michael rather confused with a wine glass in my hand. I didn't, by the way. Michael is a smart, funny, mysterious, secretive vagabond - he told us he makes his living a travel journo. And he is super fit. A backhanded self-compliment: we have exactly the same body, I have slightly bigger quads, he has bigger biceps and a nice ass, and sexy hairy chest, super attractive. Same height but somehow I am 5kg heavier.
I think most guys on the internet post pics of themselves that are not attractive, and his were not flattering. I think it may be to weed out the gawkers and make his dates happily surprised. His were strange and unrepresentative, like he was a railroad worker or a tradee like a plumber, which is not the case at all. I guess that's how he has learned to market himself. I actually think the latter two are hot!
The date brought out a different side to me. I will have to meditate on what that means to me in my life at home. Of course, this is all about me, not about Michael, but I think i am ready for a boyfriend leading to having a husband finally after seven years. I told michael it was amazing cognitive rehab for me, and that is what these rtw trips are really about. Now that I have thought about it for a few days, I can see the cagey side and realize that despite my recovery, I am vulnerable. Maybe that won't change. But this time, I brought a bff to our first date! Smart!
This makes me reflect on the time before my accident with my evil ex in 2005. That relationship started out sweet, it seemed, even though he was married to and living with someone else at the time, which, of course, his sweet mother and grandmother shamefully knew when they met me over lunch on date number two! Was that first family lunch to review if he should trade up? Who knows? Then again, that soft fun sexy experience turned out tragically with a nasty evil golddigger of the more conceiving sort. So, Yes, I refuse to even use his name. So perhaps, I have always been a sucker, even before my "very severe" traumatic brain injury.
I won't attach michael's pic- not that i have a real one- since he may not want to be published in this context, but mostly because all I have are his two railroad worker pics, and you can look them up on scruff yourself.. But Back to my more interesting story of deepest darkest- but actually super friendly fun- Africa.
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