Since my work dinner last night, I have met three male bloggers. All different, all awesome in their own way.
I have definitely missed grown-up socialization. Not that being with Tony isn’t awesome, but I miss being able to hang with friends and meet new people. I’m making up for that in spades right now.
Last night was a drink with a male sex blogger. His appetite for women is like mine for men. There was no flirtation prior to our meeting although he made sure to tell me on his end it was just because he knew I was otherwise engaged. Which I challenged him on since we first started talking prior to my meeting Tony. But I wasn’t offended in the least.
I could have talked to him for hours. He’s interesting and witty and obviously full of fun stories. I wished he didn’t have to leave for another engagement. He’s one of these men who has a certain magnetism. He’s confident and secure in who he is – which as anyone knows is attractive. He also knew how to treat me to a drink – asked in advance what I wanted and my drink was waiting when I arrived.
This morning was a last minute plan to meet a younger single male blogger who hasn’t been following me for a long time, but we met on yet another’s blog.
We talked for hours – three different sets of people ate at the table next to us – and at times I wondered what the heck they thought as various sexual terms got dropped in conversation.
He’s lovely. Great body – he puts a LOT of effort into being in shape. We talked about blogging and dates and relationships and how dumb women can be about things. Men too, of course.
I got the feeling if I asked him back to my hotel he would have said yes. He’s quietly confident. Flirty in a fun way. He knows I’m not on the proverbial market but enjoys playing around a little bit. And of course I like that. I’m seeing him tonight again along with some others.
He and I took the train together as I went straight from my breakfast to my lunch date. My third male blogger.
This one couldn’t be more different than the others. Older, married, and not a sex blogger. No flirtation between us – he’s married and happily so – but we have shared interests and I adore his writing.
I don’t think he realises how bloody handsome he is. Charming. Tall. Smart. Multiple and varied interests. In theory, just my type, other than the married and in a totally different city impediments. It was a lovely and delicious lunch but he only had an hour.
As we parted he suggested a route back to my hotel and I took his suggestion – he knows his city well. So this finds me people watching in a pop-up bar, on my second glass of proscecco (which I explained to him earlier is “just” Italian sparkling wine), wishing I had my iPad and not my phone to write this post.
These men were all different. Appealing in different ways. Charming in different ways. Sexy in different ways. All of whom I would be pleased to spend more time with – just as friends is fine, to be clear.
I am not “outing” any of them – it’s not my place – but they are welcome to do so. I feel privileged to have met them and have enjoyed each interaction, no matter how different.
Life is fucking awesome.
Tony and I have talked on the phone twice in the last two days. I am quite deliberately trying to stay closely connected to him to reduce my temptation level. Sad perhaps, but brutally honest. I’m in the kind of state where I would happily and eagerly take on three men sexually – so I am trying so bloody hard to be good.
Wish me luck.