Last weekend I went to the Sex Show with The Medic and his pals.
It was a super fun day, six hours of wandering from booth to booth looking at body jewelry, pasties, panties, dildos, lube, vibrators, chocolate, books and more toys. And a guy, John, I was starting to get to know and potentially date, decided to text me a picture of his junk. Ugh.
I figure we were in the right element to ask The Medic and his pals why guys bother sending pics of their junk to chicks. It's not sexy. At all.
One of The Medic's pals responded by asking if he could send John a picture of *his* junk. And I gave him my phone. He did the deed and together the group of us convinced John that I was a Pre-Op tranny. Haha!
Following my weird date last week and the aforementioned behaviour of a DB, I decided to stop dating for the remainder of the year and focus on other things. Work reports are intense and there are four corporate events coming up quick. Pals are also planning holiday parties and I also joined a boot camp to shake up my workouts in preparing for my next surf adventure in Feb.
Of course, this meant that three days after my self-made pact, a cutie on the subway platform smiled at me. I smiled back. He cleverly initiated a conversation and we chatted for about 15 minutes, getting on and off at the same stops. Then he asked for my number. I was befuddled. He looked too young. I'd say 23. But he was so nice and charming. And I failed to mentioned how I was in my weekend cozies. I was certainly not dressed up and yet he found me attractive in my effortless outfit.
UPDATE - We met up Thursday and he expected to get some. Haha what an idiot. Good riddance!
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