Ahhh dating…sigh…

Well?  I think our new little boy toy may have raised his freak flag 2 dates too early.  It seems we have a bit of a sex obsessed freak on our hands.  Ever since our date, all the dude can talk about is sex.  Pushing the limits of what is acceptable to say, testing the waters on how far he can go, inquiring about my fantasies.  One date, dude.  3 hours.

It’s fine.  We will move on.  As lovely as he was, I’m not exactly interested in giving you my full list of sexual conquests and preferences because you bought me 2 drinks.  That type of access deserves at least 4 drinks and dinner.

And because you asked, I was wearing a low-cut black shirt, skinny jeans, knee-high black boots and 2 necklaces doubled up.   Yeah.  I looked perdy.