My Man in Ohio is back on the radar. My Married Man came down with a cold, or cold feet, and left me all dressed up and nowhere to go, so after watching Scoop with Big Chrissy, I chatted with my Ohio Man for a few hours. Here’s how the conversation went…
I’d say something complimentary and brash, but with enough self-depracation to avoid being thought of as aggressive.
There’d be this really long pause.
Someone else would message me.
I’d respond.
There’d be another really long pause.
I’d get a message from someone else.
Click click click click click click.
Another message from a new guy.
“No, I only use water-soluble products–it’s my name, ‘CHRIS KOmater.'”
Pause.
My Man in Ohio’s response would finally come through.
I’d respond.
That was one hour.
I did meet someone new and local over the course of our conversation, a potential real live future contestant on the Dating Game! He’s the most handsome guy on the internet. Really, I’m not kidding. I’ve seen him online and could never imagine sending him a greeting, much less receiving one from him. His masculinity is the kind that you just assume carries a little tag that says “No fats, no femmes.” (I fall screaming into the latter category.) His message was succinct: “Woof!” I wrote back, “Are you woofing at me?” Well, not only did he let me know that I was indeed the object of his woof, he meticulously described how he was going to stimulate every pleasure center on my body. Stunned, my fingers typed out indecencies the likes of which I haven’t even tested yet, but my fantasies flowed freely, drenching his screen and mine in copious and inspired fiery prose.
And god bless the daddy who’s got his own…
Tomorrow it’s out to dinner with Emily…