April 9, 2002
The Adventures of Paisley
How appropriate that I found this cheerful web set at a site called Web Therapy. As soon as I saw it I knew it had to live on my web site because it cheers me up just looking at it.
Yesterday I had quite an adventure. I have been chatting with several local men on the internet, and I took a chance and met one in real life. He's 18 years older than I am, a retired widower who said he liked BBW's, so I said yes, I'd meet him at a local restaurant.
I got there about five minutes before he did. It was my first time at this location, and I wondered what he would think about this place that was so obviously geared towards the younger crowd. The waitress had blue, spiky hair, tattoos, facial piercings, and wore the standard tight pants and little tank top. She was very sweet, though, and an attentive server.
After he arrived, we both talked as he sipped his tea and I drank my diet cola. I thought he was pretty good looking, had a full head of hair and a moustache, and I did not get any scary vibes from him. We talked easily together, just as we did online.
Our conversation seemed to center on the differences between us. He lives a good ways outside of the Seattle sprawl and I live right in the heart of it. So he was asking what I like to do in this area, and I asked what there was to do in his neck of the woods. He admitted he rarely comes to Seattle except to frequent a business called "Tubs." The hot tub is good for his arthritis, he said.
So with my natural curiosity I asked a lot of questions about this place where I'd never been. It's not like a gay bath house because it's much more private. It turns out that it's also much more expensive. For the cost of 8 hours at the bath house we rented a hot tub room for one hour.
Yes, I went to Tubs with him. In the hot bubbling water we talked and hugged and kissed. The attraction that I already knew was there intensified until finally he led me from the tub to the little bed conveniently built into the room.
He lavished me with attention, using a gentle, experienced touch that sent me through the rafters. Looking back on it, I wonder if we echoed in that tiled room. He assured me that we were okay, and to be honest, at the time I really didn't care who heard what. Once during our time together, my cell phone rang. I was busy, though. That's what voice mail is for, I thought.
When we were satiated, he suggested I call my friends who were probably worried about me. Turns out that both Michael and Mechanic had called even though I'd heard only one ring. I'd been gone for a couple hours and they couldn't find me, so they were worried. I made a quick call to tell them where I was and that I was fine.
We got back in the tub and soaked, then followed that up by showering together. The phone rang telling us we had ten minutes left on our hour, so we got dried off and dressed. Touches and kisses kept threatening to keep us there longer, but we managed to get out to the front desk in time.
He was tired, and past due the time he had told his family that he'd be home. So we made our way back downtown where he dropped me off at my place. I would have invited him upstairs, but I knew what we would want to do if he came up there, and that would mean kicking the guys out when they had no where to go. So we kissed goodnight and he promised to call again.
I find myself hoping that he will. Whether he will or not, I don't know, but the evening certainly helped me feel better and raised my self esteem a bit, too. I really needed to know that a man found me -- all of me -- desirable. As much as I love Michael and Mechanic, they don't touch me the way a woman really wants to be touched sometimes.
When I got home, I had to face the gauntlet of questions and reproach for staying out of communication, not letting them know when I left the restaurant and where I was going next. Michael got a little harsh with his chewing me out to the point that Mechanic stepped in to tell him to back off a little. Maybe not everything I done was right, but I was okay and in one piece and I would try to do all the things I needed to do the next time... if there's a next time. They are confident, with the number of men who talk with me, that there will be a next time. I do not take anything for granted, though.
The other big news of the day is that we now have DSL internet connection at home. It's gonna cost a little but already I have to say it's worth it. With all this speed and download power I feel like I can rule the world. Muahahahaha!!!
I had a pretty good day at work, although I forgot a few things and my supervisor even seemed to lose patience with me. However, I am the turtle in the race with the hare. Slow and steady will win. As long as I keep trying, and doing my best, I believe I will be okay.
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