Meet the technician.

I need to get caught up here, because I don’t want to keep taking writing shortcuts. There are things going on in my head which I need to unpack – and sometimes it takes a whole post to do so. But I can’t do that if I haven’t introduced the situations or characters.


I have closed my Bumble and Adult Friend Finder accounts. I’m not taking any new applicants for the time being. I met a couple of men from AFF, two who haven’t made it to the blog were good pre-clearance dates but nothing came of it. One went away for a week’s trip and I never heard from him upon his return. The other I told I wasn’t going to be able to make time for a second date any time soon.Β Then there is the technician, Leo. Physically similar to Alan the Boilermaker, albeit a little taller, Leo and I met in person the same week as Alan. We didn’t have as seamless a conversation but he was pleasant, asked if he could walk me to my door to say goodbye, and was a very good kisser.

Enough to get to a second date.

When we finished making out in the sidewalk, he said:

“Now, you aren’t the kind of woman who wants to text constantly, are you? Because I don’t like that. I’ve had women text in the morning and call me at lunch and text in the evening and want to know what I’m doing all of the time.”

My inside voice said: “oh sweetheart, there’s no way you’re going to know what I am up to all the time…”

My outside voice said: “no, I don’t like to text constantly. Nor can I do that, given the nature of my work. I don’t expect you to respond instantly to my texts, and sometimes I won’t reply instantly to yours.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, told me he couldn’t wait to see me again, and that he was looking forward to seeing me again soon.


Two weeks later we had our second date.

And it’s funny or sad maybe, I’m on my commute home writing this and can’t for the life of me remember what the heck we did for the first portion of our date.

Oh! Yup, thanks memory.

It was a rainy weekday night and we decided to go for dinner in my neighborhood. He gave me some general parameters and I gave him two choices – he made a reservation for us.

He asked whether he could meet at my front door so he could walk me to the restaurant under his umbrella. Gentlemanly manners? Yes, please.

Dinner was nice. The conversation flowed; we had lots to talk about. We shared a bottle of wine and he paid for dinner. He was interested in my opinions and experiences.

And afterwards, I took him back to my place. We had a drink, made out of the couch, and Leo was soon demonstrating some of his talents. Like Alan, he’s deceptively strong, which I love. He enjoys a neck nibble or two, and a good hair pull.

But to be honest, I was reluctant to take him to my bedroom. Not because I didn’t want to have sex with him, but because I had updated my blog page “Men I’ve Had Sex With” and realized he would be…number 100. I asked Hy whether she thought I was weird to want the man who was my 100th to be somewhat significant. But if I got all weird about it, what was I going to do? Not have sex with someone until I thought maybe he could be the one?

Sure, I suppose lots of people wait.

Excuse me for a moment while I dry the tears from my face from laughing too hard. I decided to just move on and not read too much into it.

Leo was a competent lover but the actual penetrative sex isn’t worth writing about. He did, however, have some real talents with his hands and he had me cumming over and over and over again. He’s the type of man who gets pleasure from pleasing his partner. I’m down with that. He seemed to like that my body continued to be responsive to him, that he could make me whimper and sigh and cling to him, burying my face in his neck.

Although we had great kissing chemistry, his stubble tortured my sensitive skin. It still hasn’t recovered and he promised to be clean shaven next time.

And yes, there was going to be a next time.

I am doing a good job at taking things one day at a time. Perhaps it’s because I’m busy, perhaps it’s because I haven’t fallen head over heels about either of these men, or perhaps I’m actually making life progress, but regardless – it’s working.

Leo and I were on for a third date.


All pictures from the Leo posts are from the 1962 film “Phaedra”

10 thoughts on “Meet the technician.

  1. I read this and my reaction was (aside from ‘Hey! Good for you Ann!”): surely you’re not naive enough to believe that him offering to walk you to the place was because of gentlemanly manners?
    Obviously, he knew that if he picked you up and you had no umbrella, he’d have to walk you back too. There was a very good reason for you to agree to it. And there… well, he was already more than halfway there! πŸ˜‰
    Ok, nap time for me. I need to regain some strength!

  2. I’m just neurotic enough to want #100 to matter/be significant/be earthshattering/be epic/the end of all time. ….that this made me LOL. Glad you looked past it and enjoyed yourself. =D

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