Hugs Rule, Part I

Status Report

Wearing: A shirt I should have washed a while ago. (The red rayon, if that means anything to you.) Cords, boxers, charcoal socks, slippers. And Tuggy.

WinAmp is Playing: Corduroy – Pearl Jam

Last ate: Some Thai stuff.

Last round of masturbation: Three nights ago.

Entry Start Time: 6:50 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

And when I saw her sitting there…

*smiles*

I was on time, right on the dot, but She was there before me. One of the guys who works there noted that I wasn’t there first (for once). *smiles* There was some time we sat talking about everybody else showed up. Turns out tech was canceled. I sarcastically snapped my fingers and said, “DaRn.” When they1 got there, I noticed I was quieter. It was as if they were all having their own conversation. Oh sure, I made quips here and there. But most of what they were talking about, I could care less about. Whatever. At times, The Minor and I had our own private conversation.

I still feel nervous around her. I don’t think I really show it. I can feel my hands gitter slightly. Nothing dramatic. I just feel tension in my body. Oh sure, I feel something. That’s for damn sure. It’s so foreign for me to have to deal with these physical effects on a regular basis. It’s rather amusing to me. I like it.

I have this habit of forgetting what I tell people. I happen to mention (Princess’s real name). Drew went, “Who’s that?” *laughs* “A friend,” I said. The Minor paused and said, “She’s the one you call Princess?” I completely forgot that I told her Princess’s TimmyName. This whole thing is amusing for a few reasons. The Minor has a friend, Caroline. Which is disturbingly close to Princess’s real name. Now, the nickname Caroline’s boyfriend calls her just happens to be “Princess.” But, that’s not all. Caroline’s boyfriend is named “Angel.” What the fuck, can’t people have original names? *laughs* Oh, and both Caroline and Princess are blonde.

The Minor happened to notice… the “bracelet” on my left arm. Ha ha. I said, “It’s not a bracelet.” Given the company, I refrained from telling her what it was. *laughs* When I was walking her to her car, I figured I’d tell her. She said she didn’t know, but I told her anyway. *smiles* For those that aren’t in The Know, I wear a red spiked cock ring on my left arm, which looks strangely like a bracelet. Hence why I wear it as such. And yes, it does indeed give me stronger, firmer erections, when I wear it on the appropriate part of my body.

When we were sitting alone, she asked if I was going to have any of whatever the name of those Thai chips that were sitting between us. I said that I didn’t think they were that good, and I’d only eat them if I were hungry. She smiled or something and said that she was so glad she wasn’t the only one that didn’t care for them. Aye, lass, aye. Makes me miss El Coyote’s chips and salsa. Mmmmm…

I forget exactly why, but at one point, she said she had a whip. I said, “Kinky.” She gave me a look. Hey, what would you say?

She got glasses recently, because she can’t see. (Gee, isn’t that why everybody gets glasses?) Naturally, she thinks she looks bad. She looks fine. I should have told her she looks cute when I had the chance. When she showed them off a second time for them1, I told her she looks like a dork. But, but! Dorkness is a GOOD thing! *mumbles incoherently* She agreed that I look different with my glasses off.

They got fried ice cream. She took the cherry. I was JUST ABOUT TO SAY IT when she said, “Don’t say anything about popping the cherry.” God damn it, she’s learning fast! *laughs* But, as I say, I’m quite predictable to those who bother to pay attention.