I had lunch with the Irish guy again, where else, in an Irish pub in the city. We both indulged in fish and chips and a couple of pints of beer and a considerable amount of flirting. I’ve decided he’s definitely shaggable. He has the right balance of being a nice guy and a pervert. I like nice guy perverts. They’re the best kind of perverts. And the best kind of nice guys.
Physically I haven’t gotten past a couple of pecks on the lips, one at the end of the first date and one at the end of this one, but I’m keen to move it to the next level. I’ve sent him a message suggesting that we get together somewhere private next time. “*nudge nudge wink wink* Say no more!” (The Monty Python fans will get the reference.)
So the current tally – one nice guy pervert Irishman who I intend to shag, a cute Latina who I finally heard back from and still sounds promising and last night I had a really pleasant date with a nice guy who’s in an open marriage, who I hope to see again and get to know better.
I’m wildly horny this afternoon. I can’t wait until Davey gets home from work. (In fact, I started without him!) I feel like the “old me” today. Confident, secure, safe and very, very sexy. It’s a good feeling. I hope it continues.
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